Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.

-- R. Burns Epistle to a Young Friend

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Forkin' the Road

Following up on yesterday’s post, I recall the words of Christ, “Strait is the gate and narrow the way that leads to life.” To get on the right road means that we have to pass through a very restrictive gate. There’s not a lot of room for baggage. It’s pretty much the shirt on your back. There is just no way we can turn some of our fantasies, our highly inflated opinions, our prejudices and preconceived notions such that they will fit through the narrow gate that lets out onto the road of life. As attached as we have become to that load, if we are going to move forward, we are going to have to leave it behind.

Sometimes I think the gate almost gets blocked by all the bizarre ideas that have been dropped on the other side of it. Maybe that makes it easier for some folks to find. Just look for the big pile of junk. The gate is right on the other side of that. Once we make it through the gate, the road remains narrow. It does not lend itself to accumulation. It can get lonely at times.

Jesus contrasts this narrow way with another road that ostensibly traverses the same country. The difference is that the other road is broad and well-traveled. There are many people on it. It is smooth, well-maintained and seems to follow a better route than the narrow, rough and steep way which the Lord would have us take.

The difference between the two roads is more than superficial for they do not end in the same place. The wide road leads to a great abyss, descending smoothly and gradually until the last few feet. All the while it presents a grand view of a gleaming, beautiful land. The traveler’s eyes are drawn to the illusion so that he does not realize until that last fatal step that he has come to the precipice.

There is yet a greater and more significant difference between the ways and that is what may accompany us as we walk the road. As I noted, the narrow way with its restrictive – perhaps I should say, exclusive entrance limits what we take along. The broad way had no such limitation, and one may enter it from any point. Then, again, there are many companions on the smooth, expansive path, while fellow travelers on the other course are rare. One in particular will not go along if we chose the easy way and that is the Lord, though there are many who walk it chanting His name like a talisman.

I am up against the same difficulty as yesterday because I am talking about things that diverge while occupying the same space. Jesus used the parable of the wheat and tares in the same field. The difference is not in the place they are but in the nature of what they are. I repeat, the roads appear to traverse the same territory, and, in fact, they seem to overlay one another for much of their extent. The road of life, though, is a razor’s edge we walk hand-in-hand with Christ that leads us safely across that great gulf into which those on the road to destruction plunge without remedy.

The broad road is the freeway of the world system. The narrow road is the King’s High Way.

6 comments:

robinstarfish said...

Sometimes I think the gate almost gets blocked by all the bizarre ideas that have been dropped on the other side of it. Maybe that makes it easier for some folks to find. Just look for the big pile of junk. The gate is right on the other side of that.

That's excellent! You're doing Bunyan proud.

Rick said...

You know, Mushroom, long before you ever said “precipice” I was picturing, maybe you’ve seen it, there is a photograph taken from a few feet below the actual summit of Everest. It’s a wide-shot from maybe 100 feet back of the “edge” looking out over the rest of the range. In the foreground is the pile of discarded things left by “the climbers who made it.” It’s as if they passed over to the other side, as you say. They were there, and now just their “things”. Erie and beautiful at the same time.

julie said...

Excellent, indeed. I would only note that I don't think we even get to keep the shirts on our backs, when it comes down to it. Too easy to hide a few ill-conceived ideas and "precious" possessions; too tempting to slip in a little Swiss Army knife of "useful" tools. Because the way is narrow, and daunting, and dangerous, and we don't trust that we'll be able to stick to it. Which really means that we don't trust in Grace to carry us through. We don't trust that God is guiding us the best way, in spite of how it seems at times. So even though we think we've left everything needless, we try to tell ourselves that those little things, those useful tools and gadgets and lucky charms and lucky people are needful, and surely the Master won't mind if we hold on to just this one thing...

But ultimately, there is no way through except utterly naked and solo. Only then can we truly learn that we are never alone.

Sorry if that sounds dark; it's just that I'm standing outside that gate right now, trying to bargain about what little needful things I can keep. Even though I know what the answer is.

Rick said...

This is close.

walt said...

Hey: winnowing can be fun! The wheat from the chaff thingy. Humans are pack rats, not by nature, but because they are afraid.

Hermes: "Learn to separate the fine from the coarse."

Yesterday you wrote about:
"...by rejecting politics – an ersatz religion for some, or not watching television, not listening to popular music, not going to doctors, being uneducated, or whatever..." and how that would not make you "spiritual."
I'm here to testify!

However: from the perspective of today's post, those things could be seen as "baggage," as well -- something that weighed you down, or that occupied too much time/space, "distractions" that needed to be set down so you could proceed on the Way.

One way to look at the subject of setting stuff aside, since you mentioned wheat and tares, is a farming analogy. The farmer wants a certain result, but he knows that he himself cannot make it happen. But, he can help the process by clearing the land of debris, clutter, hindrances, weeds; that's his part. Seen as those things, he does not cling to them; rather, he is glad when they are out of the way -- er, out of the Way.

Most holding-on, clinging, identifying with, attachment to, etc. is a function of fear and tension.

Good posts, Mushroom!

mushroom said...

Hey, guys. Thanks, Robin.

That is a great picture. Rick, and thought -- "what you have to leave behind to get to the top of the world".

Yes, Julie, you are right, of course. I just couldn't handle the image of myself buck naked. It doesn't sound dark so much as scary -- liberating but scary.

It is a clearing out. I remember when I was a kid and we'd get a bulldozer in to clear a new field, then spend weeks picking up rocks and roots before it could be sown. I don't know about fun but we were definitely glad to get rid of it.