There is much talk about our "Faith Walk" or our "Walk with Jesus Christ" in the church today.
Not my favorite language, but allow my two cents.
A walk of faith is more like a drunken swagger. I hear Jesus' voice and try to come near him, but then I get distracted and wander off where I will. The voice of Satan cries as one in the wilderness saying, "Come, drink of my fruit and you shall have everything you would ask on this earth." And I am led astray. I see the thorns and thistles of this life and in my fallen mind think that these are the most glorious fruits a man can have. And even my own flesh falls on itself, too drunk on its own pride and vanity to even stand. The road cannot be completed and I am left in a world of misery and desert that bears no fruit and leads to eternal damnation.
But then the True voice of one crying in the wilderness rings forth. The voice of John the Baptist echoes through the land calling out for repentance and belief in the Gospel of Jesus Christ. And Christ is at my side. He restoreth my soul and leadth me beside cool waters. He poureth down my gullet the sweet fruit of forgiveness in the softness of his Word, and the nectar of sweet communion. He cures the drunkeness and stagger and sets my feet on his holy and righteous path, bringing me safely out of the desert and into His new creation which is a land flowing with milk and honey.
And as I travel down the road. Satan, the World, and My Flesh entice me. And I drink and stagger and stumble and fall and wait for death. But, it does not come. For, Christ always comes to me.