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.
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-