Ask for the Ancient Path
Thus says the Lord: Stand at the crossroads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way lies; and walk in it, and find rest for your souls. But they said, We will not walk in it. (Jeremiah 6:16).
The pleading, haunting cry of the prophet is timeless. It is as valid now as then. So long as the condition remains to which the God addresses His ancient people, so also the appeal and the lament.
Anyone whose heart aches for the Jew - and for the nation Israel - recognizes that, indeed, we are at a crossroad. The text is in the plural crossroads and the sages rightly suggest that this means the intersection between good and evil. If only we would stop; if only we would look; if only we would ask; if only we would walk in the good way.
I love the word ancient. Somehow it suggests to me something older than rabbinic Judaism, the sages, cabbalism, and everything else that is derivative and not primary. Can we not go back to the Ancient of Days Himself? The ancient paths, I fear, are overgrown and concealed by weeds. If we had found those paths, we would also have found rest for our souls. Our present condition, wherever we are in the world with its ominous, fearful clouds overhead, indicates that we have not found that rest.
We continue to despise that Figure who dares to announce, I am the way
Come unto Me you who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Did He not know Jeremiahs cry? Was He not also the Lord, the God of Jacob, who sent Him? Dare He be its fulfillment? How ancient is He who said before Abraham was, I Am.
I was set up from everlasting, from the beginning, or ever the earth was. When there were no depths, I was brought forth; when there were no fountains abounding with water. Before the mountains were settled, before the hills were brought forth: While as yet He had not made the earth, nor the fields, nor the highest part of the dust of the world. When He prepared the heavens, I was there: when He set a compass upon the face of the deep
when He appointed the foundation of the earth: then I was by Him, as one brought up with Him: and I was daily His delight, rejoicing always before Him
Whoever the mysterious figure is described here, he concludes with a charge that we ought not to ignore:
Now therefore, O sons, listen to me, for blessed are they who keep my ways. Heed instruction and be wise, and do not neglect it. Blessed is the man who listens to me
for he who finds me finds life and obtains favor from the Lord. But he who sins against me injures himself; all those who hate me love death. (Proverbs 8:32-36).