Flee out of the midst of Babylon.
Fleeing from the city of destruction
And now the trembling pilgrim, with fixed resolution, having a glimpse of the light and a definite direction, begins to run; it is unutterable relief to his perplexities to run towards Christ, though as yet he sees Him not. But now the world clamours after him, yea, the dearest ones in it try to stop him, but the fire in his conscience is stronger than they; he stops his ears and runs without looking behind, and stays not in all the plain, but runs as swiftly as his burden will let him, crying, “Life, life, eternal life!” (Lectures on Pilgrim’s Progress, G. H. Cheever.)