All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
I am attracted to the idea of adventure, even if I’m turned off by the idea of bug bites and exhaustion.
The truth is that there are days I’d like to see my life as an adventure, and there are many nights where I’m happy that it is not much of one.
The hook sinks for me that “not all those who wander are lost.” I’ve done a fair bit of wandering, and I wanted to believe that I was not lost because I was following something — my heart, a few authors, some friends.
I was lost.
I wouldn’t have ever known it if I’d not been found. But there I was: lost. And, unlike Cain, I was glad for it.
Cain’s expulsion from the garden for the murder of his brother meant hiding himself from the Lord’s presence. Isn’t that all of wandering from Him? Isn’t that where I was?
Somehow, through a few side paths later redeemed, he brought me home. Those deep roots sown so long ago sprouted something new.
But, if I’m being honest, many days still feel the same. I still ingest the ‘news’ and wonder what in the world to do about it. Clear answers don’t come so easily.
All that is gold does not glitter;
all that is long does not last;
All that is old does not wither;
not all that is over is past.
“Oh wanderer, come home.”
It is better than the land of Nod; the land of wandering.
It is inestimably better.
(Quotes in italics are from J.R.R. Tolkien’s “The Fellowship of the Ring,” and Christopher Tolkien’s “The Treason of Isengard.”)