Tuesday, July 26, 2011

"The path less traveled"

"Enter by the narrow gate, for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult in the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it." Matthew 7: 13-14

                                          The Road Not Taken.......... by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler long I stood
and looked down out as far as I could.
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, an just as fair
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
had worn them really the same,
and both that morning, equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh,
somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
took the one less traveled by
and that had made all the difference.

The traveler had to choose a path- he came to a fork in the road....
As Christians we have to choose a path- we have to make at least a hundred choices a day.
Our walk with Christ depends on which road we choose..........
The world's path is wide- fun- welcoming- and sometimes easy.... as least at first...
It is enticing- and it draws you further and further down that worldly path.
What the worldly path doesn't show you- is the curves that lie ahead: sorrow- bitterness-emptiness and pain.
Christ's path is the road less traveled- it is sometimes harder and challenging, but on this road- we have a travel partner- Jesus Christ.
He tells us over and over that he will never leave us, that when the road gets too hard to bear- that he will then carry us.
Christ's path may be hard, but it will in the end draws us closer to him.
Along this path- we will find peace, joy, and comfort.

I sat with him one night- I had been talked into working a night shift.
It didn't sound bad at first, but when darkness came- and I wasn't going to bed, I became... to put it nicely- a grump!!!
He was old, and confused, and restless.... Great, I thought- I'm helping them out tonight- why give me this. As I -again walked into his room- his arm bleeding- his clothes off- again- why I asked him??? I don't know he said.. As I cleaned him up- I saw visitors at the window... Great-
" come on in", I said.... Of course it was his pastor and his wife.... " We are praying for you", they said- as they realized it was not the best time to visit-  they left.... First, I felt guilt... Then, shame.... Why had I let the flesh get the best of me. Why is it when I have two paths in front of me- I want the easy one... Not praying first- then knowing that God has a plan- and that I should be thankful he uses me at all!!!
After he was settled- I sat- and sat.... He tried to sleep..... He asked me if he was dying- No I said- which was a lie.   He told me that he had, " a feeling". He said that he wasn't ready... I asked him- If he had Jesus in his heart- He said yes- that he was saved_ I was relieved. But should I have stopped there. I was more patient with him, but my spirit told me to read scriptures to him- I don't have a bible with me, I thought. Well leave it up to God- a bible was in the cabinet in his room. Did I get it???? NO- Why??????? Will I ever learn?????
He died the next night- family at his bedside. I knew that he was dying- WHY?  Why wasn't I honest with him?  Why didn't I pray with him?  I held his hand tight, but was that enough?
Why Lord- do you put me in these situations? When will I learn that each one is a test- Will I ever pass? Did I pass?
I pray for more chances- more chances to show God's love- to witness-