No. 35 The Narrow Gate
/Enter [heaven] through the narrow gate, for the gate is wide and the road is easy that leads to destruction, and there are many who take it. For the gate is narrow and the road is hard that leads to life, and there are few who find it. Matthew 7:13-14; Luke 13:24
There is no doubt that it can be tough and painful to scrape away at our ungodly characteristics. But cut and scrape we must if we are to fit through the narrow gate that ushers us into the land of immortality where we will live happily ever after with Jesus Christ visibly among us; where our new bodies will be healthier and stronger than ever.
We won’t pass through this narrow entrance with a fur coat on, or after eating an ice cream sundae. We won’t be able to drive through it in our Mini Cooper or on a motorcycle. The gate cannot even be found in our cathedrals or churches. Take heed; the most mystical minuscule of gates is at the end of an unpaved bumpy road in a deep dark forest.
I suppose all of us on Route 66 depend on God’s infinite mercy, and the Eucharist to help us to find and enter The Golden Gate. This Mark forces us to ask ourselves if our assumptions are too presumptuous and too risky.
What kind of father allows his children to repeatedly disregard his rules? Is heaven comprised of rebellious rascals, the kind whose pride saturates this war torn earth?
This Mark is like the others that call us out to be divine. Dare to be different. You are on the road less traveled where the only other person you may see all day is hobbling a hundred yards ahead. If you are lonely; if you struggle to keep upright; if you are weary; you are probably on the right path.
This is the clue; this Mark is hard to spot, and harder to hit.
Fortitude.