fiction

The Gate is Small (Pt. 2)

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The following is a continuation of a story started in The Gate is Small (Pt. 1). I encourage you to read it first.   I made my way across the bridge with growing confidence that the path I walked was a good one. I thought about the man so afraid of the height of the bridge that he forgot about the builder of bridges! All who hiked this mountain knew he was as trustworthy a builder as they come. Dismounting the bridge on the other side I continued my hike along the trail. It wound around the mountainside, along a … [Read more]

The Gate is Small (Pt. 1)

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“For the gate is small and the way is narrow that leads to life, and few are they that find it.” As I was hiking through the mountains, and following a pleasant little trail, I came upon a gate. It was small and unassuming as it sat alongside the trail; I had nearly passed it by. Wrought iron framed the parallel bars that ran up its middle and a small wooden sign hung on the gate. “To Life” it read, barely legible, in faded painted letters. I looked down the path, thinking that I couldn’t spare the time. There was … [Read more]

Could There Be Would Have Been?

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I hear this argument all the time and I heard it the other day. “If you had been born in a different country, you wouldn’t believe what you do.” The same logic gets applied in many different scenarios. The idea of “would have been” is quite popular to many people. It’s the “if only” philosophy. If only I had gone to college I would have a better job now. If only I had been born with better parents I wouldn’t be as angry as I am. If only I had stayed a virgin I wouldn’t be stuck with a kid … [Read more]