Thick black smoke made it impossible to see. He was wandering, searching for a way out when his low air-warning bell began its constant ring. He was disoriented. He was running out of time. He had no idea which way to go. The panic began to well up inside. Then, behind him, he just barely heard the sound of someone else’s low air alarm in the distance.
Should I follow that sound, he thought, or should I stay here by this window? He decided to take a chance, and follow the sound of the bell. “Through the Lord’s guidance, no brilliance of my own, I came walking out . . . ” to safety. When the bell rings, when the Lord calls, what will you do?