The Wrong Gate
It wasn’t on purpose! I definitely was embarrassed and even sad, over what I had done. I wasn’t paying enough attention. It made me miss something important, evening worship. Arriving at the building, services were over.
I had gone deer hunting with my brother-in-law, Sunday afternoon. I left them in plenty of time to get to Lubbock and church. I even had the correct key. However, pulling up to the pasture gate, I couldn’t get the padlock unfastened to leave. I fiddled with it for half an hour with no success. I dialed for help, but my phone wouldn’t call out. Finally, I resigned myself to wait for the others, who would be along in a little while. When, at last, they showed up, it turned out there were two gates exiting this unfamiliar property and I had been sitting at the wrong one!
Perhaps my mishap wasn’t so bad. Yet, Jesus once spoke of two gates, one leading to life; the other to destruction. He said the wide gate is easily found by many, while only a few would do the searching necessary to find the gate to life. Sunday, I found myself at the wrong gate. Let us all strive to be at the correct gate come judgment day!
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