No one answered. The noon-bell rang. Still no one spoke. Frodo glanced at all the faces, but they were not turned to him. All the Council sat with downcast eyes, as if in deep thought. A great dread fell on him as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some great doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be spoken. An overwhelming longing to rest and remain at peace by Bilbo’s side in Rivendell filled all his heart. At last with an effort he spoke, and wondered to hear his own words, as if some other will was using his small voice.
‘I will take the ring.’ he said, ‘though I do not know the way.’
so maybe i don’t have a “ring” so to speak – to carry. i do, just like frodo, have a calling. a road i must walk.
and again, just like frodo, i do not know the way.
Father, i am sorry. i’ve wandered from my path. ive compromised.
forgive me?
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March 5, 2007 at 4:33 am
Doug C.
The Lord works in mysterious ways. This has never ceased to amaze me. I discovered this tidbit from LOTR and then I pasted it in Google to see what I would find and it led me here to your blog. It is by no accident that you, too, are a believer. There are no accidents with God. I could not put my finger on what it was about this paragraph of Tolkien’s that touched me so, but then I read what you wrote and I knew … I am also on path, and, like you, I have wandered. Forgive me as well, Father, and lead me back to the road everlasting. Amen.