The Narrow Gate
If the way to heaven is so narrow, and so few find it, what will become of those who never seek it? William Tiptaft
This
week has been an interesting weather week in Texas. On Monday we had ice everywhere. So much so that my office was closed and then
yesterday the bad weather lingered so we opened late and then today we are
expected to have 2-3” of snow. I know
that doesn’t seem like much to anyone living up north, but those of us who live
in Texas are better at handling 105 degree temperatures than 20 degree
temperatures.
So
yesterday our office opened late, (10:00am), mainly to make allowances for our
ineptness on icy roads. I saw one woman
on TV ice skating on her street. But
that is a whole other story.
Back
to my story. I left work around 9:00 and
was at work by 10:00. My husband left to
go to work after I did. So late morning
or early afternoon I get a call from my Mom, who had received a call from one
of our neighbors that there was a truck in our front yard. Some of you may remember my previous
devotional in January about another vehicle in our front yard.
I’m
beginning to think our yard is a Dodge magnet.
Both vehicles that ended up in our yard were big, (the one yesterday was
a double cab), Dodge trucks. Why couldn’t
someone driving a Smart car end up in our yard?
Since my husband works closer to our house he left work to go back home
and check out our front yard. I’m
starting to think we should just cement our whole front yard and charge people
for parking.
Anyway,
an 18 year old driver with no license and driving his Dad’s brand new Dodge
truck was driving too fast down our street.
Did I mention that there are often cars parked on both sides of our
street so there is only a narrow one car lane in the middle of the street? Did I also mention that the reason we didn’t
go to work until mid-morning was because there was ice everywhere.
My
husband’s truck was parked in front of the house. This driver hit an icy patch under some
overhanging trees. He veered to the
right and hit the curb, dug dirt out of the neighbor’s yard as his wheel went
over the curb. This action threw him
across the street backwards over our curb and into our yard. As he flew by my husband’s clean truck, he
was throwing clods of dirt and grass from the neighbor’s yard and ours all over
his truck. He was going so fast that the truck swung
around and the right front fender hit our cypress tree in the front yard. The tree then knocked him back into the
middle of our yard and he came to rest straddling our sidewalk. This kid was going backwards so fast that he
left skid marks on the street. The kid’s
dad came to survey the damage and both the son and the dad received tickets for
you guessed it, “wreckless driving and unauthorized operation of a vehicle”.
When
I got home from work I went into the front yard to survey the damage. There was paint and glass embedded 5 feet up
our tree. We have tire tracks a foot
deep in our yard. As I looked at the
damage and the tire tracks that tracked back into our yard I first thought
about how blessed we were that the tree we have been talking about cutting down
because of all the cypress knees; saved our living room and spare bedroom from
having a Dodge in it.
Then
it made me think of the verse in Matthew 7: 13-14. It talks about how the gate is narrow to get
to heaven. There is a much wider and
broader gate that leads to destruction.
There are going to be few who will go through the narrow gate. The most profound statement in this scripture
to me is “Difficult is the way which leads to life.” As I looked at the narrow space between my
husband’s truck and the tree, it made me think of these verses. Too many times I think we expect the
Christian life to be easy. God wouldn’t
tell us the way is difficult if He didn’t mean it. When the difficulties of life get in your
way, remember that it leads to everlasting life.
Prayer for the Day: Heavenly Father, I am
amazed at how that truck ran between my husband’s truck and the tree. I think that must be what the gate to heaven
is like. There is very little room for
error. Keep me on the path to that
narrow gate where I will find life everlasting.
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