The Small Gate
Jesus said: “…small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”
Have you ever gone somewhere that’s so remote, so out of the way, that you think – maybe no one else has ever discovered this little beauty before? Like some private little bay, on a rugged coast, off the main tourist drag – it’s a beautiful, secluded, miniature paradise.
Why haven’t more people found it? It’s not that they don’t want to – I’m sure everybody would love to discover an unspoiled, postcard perfect bay. Perhaps it’s because its hard work. If there was a motor-way leading down to a tarmac carpark, with a short paved walk to the beach, then you’d be in Brighton.
But to discover the hidden gem of the perfect bay, there’s a long and rugged path. It is at times steep and very narrow. It is not necessarily an easy route and is fraught with danger. Many begin, but not all persevere to the end.
But for those that do, and those who are venturing down the path already, we know that it leads to life.
There is a small gate at the start of this path; it’s not particularly impressive or initially even appealing. But this gate does have a name…
It is called Jesus.
It is only through Jesus that one can adventure down the path to life.
Jesus: That bewildering name. That beautiful name. That offensive name. That foolish name. The only name that saves.
Enter through the small gate and endure to the end. Stand fast and be strong, for only a few find it. Let’s be one of the few.