All that the voice said was, “Follow me” — no forewarning, no explanation, no attempt to persuade. Come on. This way. I will show you. These are words that do not even need a voice to make them heard. The eyes can speak them or a pair of hands. Even silence will do. But we always answer with our feet. We get up and start following. Or we do not . . .
Who is this who asks us to follow? We want to know who he is before we follow him, and that is understandable enough except that the truth of the matter is that it is only first by following him that we can begin to find out who he is. You do not come first to understand a person fully and then to love him, but love comes first, and then it is out of the love that understanding is born . . .
Faith is the word that describes the direction our feet start moving when we find that we are loved. Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.
by Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat