When I was still young we traveled regularly from Kalamazoo to Baldwin Michigan. My father and his parents owned a cabin together. My mother’s parents owned a place directly across from this. The front door of our cabin went straight across a field to the back door of the other grandparents. It was a beautiful area known as the chain-of-lakes.
Part of the way north we traveled on a divided highway. There would be overpasses we would travel under. On one such day it started raining very heavily. We could barely see a few feet in front of us. Think rain was very dense.
We went under one overpass and there were several motorcyclists taking shelter under the overpass. We went maybe about 20 to 30 feet down the road and there was sunshine. There was an actual line in the road where the rain stopped. The pavement was dry completely.
My Dad laughed and said that he would love to see the look on the cyclists faces when the rain stopped and they found out there were so close to the end.
Life is like that as we travel in these bodies. We know not what is ahead. We know our destination but the road is not always clear and not always easy. Like those bikers, we must occasionally stop for shelter. We encounter pot holes and rocks, mud and sleet and all many of storms.
As a Christian, the best shelter is in Jesus Christ, His word. With the guidance of the Holy Spirit we will stay the course. The path is narrow, but not so narrow that we can not get through. Sometimes so narrow the Christ must carry us, but still passable.