The Gate is Small (Pt. 2)

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)

“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]