Two friends were out in the country one day cycling. Feeling a little uneasy as to the road they were on, they inquired of an old man if they were on the right road to L.
"No," said he, "you cannot get to L. that way; you must go back to the Cross, which stands in the Market Place.”
"But," said one of them, "cannot we join the right road farther down?”
"No," was his reply, "you must go back to the Cross.”
All this time they had gone miles out of their way and did not know it.
How much like them are the great mass of men around us—on the wrong track, yet speeding on to eternity! But they too must be told that they are not on the right course. Is the reader among their number? Then he must go back to the Cross—the Cross of Christ. That is the only true starting-point for life's journey.
His death there, and nothing else, can blot out our sins from before the eyes of God, and set our feet on the right road.
You must go back to the Cross.