The following story was written by my son, Isaac, last winter. He is fourteen, and I think he is pretty stinkin’ amazing–for a number of reasons. I hope you are as encouraged by his story as I am.
The cold air bit at my toes as I tried to warm up the bed. It had been a long, hard day. As sleep came I was swept into an unforgettable dream…Two paths split from where I stood. The one to the left appeared easy. Straight and wide, many travelled this way.
But the one to the right of where I stood looked difficult and treacherous. It wound steeply up a mountain and was lost among the rocks and rivers.
The path to the left lead to a massive pit out of which came the sound of screams and agony. Fire licked the sides of the pit and yet darkness pervaded the area. However, at the end of the difficult path was a kingdom of light. Joy seemed to emanate, shining its light to all around. A man stood before this kingdom “dressed in a robe reaching down to His feet, and with a golden sash around His chest. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes were like blazing fire”. (Revelation 1:13-14). He seemed to beckon me from afar.
Then I saw beside me one of my friends. He, too, saw the two paths and the pit and the radiant kingdom with the brilliant man standing before it. Together we started down the right path, seeking to reach the beautiful kingdom. We stumbled on together lifting one another up when the other fell. Our progress was slow and difficult. We pushed on, though, the only thing keeping us going was the reward and each other. Ahead we saw a sign that read The Valley of Humility. The valley looked desolate and dangerous. We could see many men cross over to the path to the left on reaching this place. Those who did were swept along with the crowd, unable to turn back. We then saw three people try to go around the valley. It seemed easy enough, but then, as we watched, they stumbled and fell onto the path of destruction where they were carried off by the crowd.
“See how much easier it looks over there!” I said pointing “Let us travel that path for a while and then come back over here.”
But my friend said “No, if I fall I wish to be found on the path of my Lord, not on the easy path of destruction.”
“Suit yourself, fool,” I said “But as for me, I will go on the easy path, then I will switch when I get close to the end.”
He begged me not to do this but my mind was made up.
I ran back down the path I had worked so hard to climb. Going back is easy, I decided, for most of it was downhill. The farther down the path I got, the easier it was to go. Before long I was flying towards my fate. On arriving at the beginning I quickly turned down the left path. I have not been deceived! thought I. This path is easy to travel indeed. Looking to the right I saw The Valley of Humility. Not much further down I saw my friend toiling down the “path of the peace” (Romans 3:17). Ha! I thought, this path is so much easier!
Not much later I heard the pitter patter of feet coming up behind me. I turned and saw a man running towards me on the path of destruction. I hailed him and asked his name.
“My name,” he said “is Billy. What should I call you?”
“Paul,” I said.
We traveled down the path together for some way. I told him of how I had been traveling the path of peace but had turned aside when I saw how easy this one was. “I plan to turn back when I am almost to my destination” I said.
He told me that he didn’t believe that there was really anything at the end of the paths. He said that it was only an illusion. “And,” said he “why not travel the easy path if there isn’t anything at the end?”
After we were nearly to the end of the path I told him that I was going to turn aside and go to the path of peace.
“Have it how you like it,” he said “But I will stay here on this easy path. For as I said before, there is nothing after death, so why not enjoy life?”
I nodded but then turned to go right. “Ouch!” I exclaimed. It seemed that there was something in the way. I tried again and still I was not able to pass to the other path. It was as if there was an invisible wall in the way. What’s this? I thought why can’t I go to the other path? Then I heard a voice exclaim “you must turn and go back the way you came. Make right the evil that you have wrought. Then, and only then, will you find Me.” I looked and saw that it was the righteous man clothed in white that had said these things. I sat down on the path where I had previously stood so cocky. All the way back? I thought.
“Why have you forsaken me Lord?” I shouted.
“It was not I that forsook you, loved one. Rather it was you that left me.”
What have I done? I thought.
Picking up a burst of strength and determination, I fought my way back up the path. I was moving along, slowly but surely, and I could just barely see the end of the path (Or should I say the beginning?), when all of the sudden, whoosh! I was knocked off my feet by a giant gust of wind. Hot air tore at my body making me cry out in pain. I stumbled back up, then it came again, whoosh! I turned and behold! Flying up behind me was a huge red dragon. It swooped low on the path and came to a landing in front of me, barring the way to the path of peace. The beast snarled and reached its massive head down to look me in the eyes. Hot air rose from its nostrils and choked me. But then it spoke, and its voice was so sweet and convincing I forget about its razor sharp teeth and its spear like claws, its evil eyes and its harsh red scales. It said “Why are you leaving the beautiful path I made for you?”
“This is a path of “ruin and wretchedness”” (Romans 3:16) I said. “I am traveling the path of peace so that I might see the righteous man and His kingdom.”
“But isn’t this path so much better?” the dragon said soothingly.
“The path seems better for sure,” said I “But the path is short so it’s what lies at the end that really matters.”
“Why, you ungrateful wretch!” the dragon snarled, his voice suddenly terrible, “You will pay for that! I shall take you back to my pit where you will be my slave forever!” he then lunged at me, seeking to take me up in his powerful claws and carry me back to his dark abode.
I barely ducked under his claws in time. I then rolled and started running back to the path of peace but it didn’t seem that I would make it. I could again feel the dragon’s massive wings grabbing air and throwing it under his body. I tripped and fell as a scorching blast knocked me off my feet. A huge jet of flame tore into the ground ahead of me, the scorched soil burned my feet as I ran over the top of it.
Ten more feet to go and I would be on the path of peace. Five more feet, three more feet, now I’m on it! I’m running down the path with the dragon in close pursuit. I stumble and fall. Now he’s got me for sure. He’s rearing back his head, ready to bathe me in a torrent of flame. But wait, he hears something. Say, I hear it too. Ten knights rush into sight. They all carry spears or lances and big shields. Plus, they have swords strapped to their waists. They launch their weapons at the dragon and quickly draw their swords. They are dismounting! They move and cut the dragon on one velvety wing, then on its right leg. The knights are all working as a marvelous team, as though one body. The beast twists around and blows flame every which way. The knights are ducking behind their shields as I quickly cower behind a rock. The beast is making one last sweep with its claw then it’s flying away! Back to its terrible abode.
One of the knights walked up to me and removed his helmet. He then said “Welcome back to the path of peace. The Master is overjoyed.”
“But I am just one man,” I stated “How could He be so glad that I have come back? Surely He already has many people in His kingdom.”
“Ah,” said the knight “The Master cares not for the quantity of souls in His kingdom. He cares for each as an individual. It is not the number that matters, rather the sincerity.”
“He must be a truly wonderful king.” I said.
“Aye, that He is.”
The knights all mounted their horses and rode off into the distance.
I stood in the middle of the path for a short while, bewildered.
Nearly an hour later I found myself before the valley with the sign that read The Valley of Humility. I slowly climbed down the crooked path leading to the valley of humility. Off to the left of me I could see a cave out of which came the sound of terrible, haughty laughter.
Out of this cave came a man who was everything I wanted to be, handsome, strong, successful, carefree. He had a cocky smile and it was clear that he had spared no expense on his clothing. He didn’t seem to notice me, or really, anything else, only himself.
“Hello,” I said “Who might you be?”
“Oh dear,” the man said “I am sorry. I guess I just didn’t see you there. My name, of course is Paul, you should know that sir, for I am you.”
‘But how can this be?” I asked “I don’t have money or nice clothes as you do.”
“Well” Paul said “You’re not exactly me “The only difference is the paths we travel. You see, I travel the easy path over there,” he said pointing “But you travel this difficult path. You will be just like me if you travel on the other path.”
“But sir, I have been on that path and I was almost eaten by a dragon!”
“Aye, there is a dragon over there friend.” Paul said “He really is very nice. If there is one thing though that he can’t stand is ingratitude.”
“Sorry sir,” I said “but I shall stay on this path, for the one who made it saved my life.”
“Don’t apologize to me,” Paul said “You are the one who is missing out.”
It took all my will to press on from that dark place but I did. As I arose from the brink of The Valley of Humility I could see ahead of me, only a mile or so, The Righteous Man and His kingdom.
I ran down the path because it was now straight and level. 20 feet or so from the gate of the beautiful kingdom the path turned to solid gold. I threw myself down at the feet of the one with snow white hair. But he laid a loving hand on my shoulder and said “rise”.
I stood and looked Him in His fiery eyes and He said “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
I burst into tears at His words. The times I had doubted, the times I had turned aside and yet He told me “well done” and “good and faithful”.
I entered the radiant kingdom and found my friend, he greeted me with tears and together we explored heaven.