Saturday, May 9, 2026

The Road is Narrow

Which way will you choose?


There is a road the world forgets to mention—

not because it is hidden,

but because it refuses to widen for wandering hearts.

“Enter ye in at the strait gate:
for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction,
and many there be which go in thereat.” (Matthew 7:13, KJV)

The wide road sings lullabies of ease,
it asks for nothing,
it blesses everything,
it bends truth until truth forgets its own name.
Feet flock to it—unquestioning, unburdened—
for it promises arrival without transformation.

But the narrow road…
ah, the narrow road does not comfort the flesh.

It calls.

It corrects.

It cuts.

“Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way,
which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” (Matthew 7:14, KJV)

Few—
not because the gate is locked,
but because surrender is costly.

To walk it is to lay down pride
like garments that no longer fit eternity.
To walk it is to hunger for righteousness
more than applause, more than ease, more than self.

“Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven;
but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.” (Matthew 7:21, KJV)

The Kingdom is not entered by echoing holy words,
but by living them—
breathing them—
becoming them.

Scripture is not ink bound to pages;
it is a mirror,
a fire,
a compass that refuses to agree with the lost.

“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” (Psalm 119:105, KJV)

Yet the world dims that lamp,
preferring the glitter of its own making—
temporary lights that flicker and fail
when the soul must finally see.

The narrow road is obedience when no one is watching.
It is forgiveness when bitterness feels justified.
It is faith when silence answers prayer.
It is choosing truth
when deception would be easier to carry.

It is not popular.
It is not crowded.
It is not easy.

But it leads—
oh, it leads—
to a gate that does not close,
to a Kingdom that does not fade,
to a King who knows every step taken in faith.

“Strive to enter in at the strait gate:
for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able.” (Luke 13:24, KJV)

Strive—
not in fear,
but in devotion.
Not in perfection,
but in persistence.

For the road is narrow,
yes—
but it is sure.

And those who choose it
will not be lost.


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A Whim to Write
On the art of starting again

I have a whim to write so write I will.
Can’t believe I am being this still.

I type and I type to no avail.
I can’t believe it, so I guess I will.

What says the key — can it really be
an a or a y? I really can’t say why.

I have a whim to write, so write I will.
When night time comes, I pick up my quill.

Some say I’m lazy and others say naught.
When I sit here and write, I’m not such a snot.

I love the sound of the keys that clank,
or the pen that strikes as I sit down to write.

Well here we go again, picking up where we left off —
not quite sure what to write, but at least it’s a start.

Good night my protagonist.
It was good to see you again.
I’ll finish your scene without you letting out a scream.

The days are long and the nights too short.
I’ll finish your story sometime in the morning.

With coffee brewed and in the mood,
I’ll pick up where we left off,
and again we will start.

— Written in 2015

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