I ride twelve miles a day on my bike to get to and from work – six miles to get there and six miles back. (I tell you, I dream about owning a car every mile, on the mile!) There are hills going up and down almost the entire way. Oy, it feels like it’s uphill most of the time. How I wish I could tell my kids someday that I had to go to work downhill…both ways! Then there is the Texan heat and humidity which I have been so warned about numerous times since moving here seven-to-eight months ago. Temperatures in the seventies and eighties in the country morning…and it’s only Spring-time! Add my 5-to-10 pound backpack (depending on what books and change of clothes I’ve have in it), and my whole back and much of the rest of my body is a tired, sweaty mess. I am tired much of the time from physical weariness and by the end of the day I am mentally kaput, too. “Bed” and “chocolate milk” are a few of the words of my limited night-time vocabulary.
Just the other day as I trekked out from my DROW (dorm room on wheels – what I call the RV I rent from behind my landlord’s house), I decided to take a road that branched off from the main road I usually take. I wanted to investigate my theory that this “shortcut” would prove to be a bit straighter to my goal.
For a time, the going seemed…better! My normal road curved far out and away from my current road. The hills, too, were shorter and less steep. The road barely curved at all. I stopped to check my position relativeto my normal road, but as I checked Google Maps on my cell, I found that it was still having trouble finding me because Google had yet to get in sync with Verizon’s recent updates to their service provisions. Though time was not against me that day, I decided to turn onto a road that connected back to my normal road, for now I couldn’t even see the other road through the trees and houses.
This connecting road – don’t worry, this will all have a point – was like a big halfpipe, rolling steaply down and rolling steaply back up. A fun, fast ride down met with a hard climb back up. But, in the end, I smoothly found my normal road was waiting for me as it always was. (Roads don’t typically get up and walk away, I believe.) I was on familiar ground and I knew exactly where it led. The rest of the way was fairly smooth-going as the one major hill I dearly wanted to avoid I had barely passed as the connecting road met with the normal one.
The next day after that, now on my way to work, I took the “shortcut” again, riding well past what I rode before. There were a few more easy hills and the road curved north a bit (I wanted to go west, ultimately). I thought the going was fairly straight-forward, though. To my shock, I came to a major roadway that I was not expecting. Oh, I expected a major road, just not this one. What further confused me was that this was the same highway that my DROW was on. I was momentarily lost as Iwasn’t familiar with most of the rural roads which surrounded the city.
Thankfully, I had a friend on the phone who was able to check the maps on her laptop and she pointed me in the right direction.
By now, time was of the essence. I was farther from my goal and didn’t have the time to cover the whole distance by myself. Ahead, I saw another guy on a bike as he stopped at a bus stop. I asked him if he knew when the next bus would come. To my delight, it was not far behind us. A couple of minutes later I was on the bus, cooling off and regaining a measure of strength. The bus went all the way to the transfer point, halfway between the bus stop I got on at and work.
Something silly in my head must have escaped, because instead of taking the free transfer pass to the bus that would stop right at my job, I chose to ride the rest of the way…more hills going up, too. I was hot and sweaty once more…and I was three minutes late once I arrived.
So much for a shortcut, eh?
Realistically, there was nothing wrong with wanting a to find a shortcut to work. Time and energy could have been saved. But I made some mistakes along the way.
One was that I didn’t truly check the map on my cell phone. Even though the GPS wasn’t working properly, I could still check the maps that did load, using what knowledge I did have about the city I live in and its surrounding roads. I would have learned well enough that my shortcut wasn’t so short.
Second, I did this when time was critical. Had I finishished my exploration the day before, I would have already known before the next day of the true of my “shortcut”.
Third was the absurd idea I had to not take the free bus transfer.
Many people try to take shortcuts to Heaven, too. As far as my understanding goes, all other religions opperate by way of a merrit system. Do enough good and gain, or earn, assention or Val Halla or reincarnation to a better station in life or Nirvana or aliens will finally take you home. Curiously, none of these systems of belief have a defined “good enough” meter (that I know of). None seem to know (or acknowledge what marks enough goodness to gain “heaven”. But all appear to agree that doing good deeds is where it’s at. That they can bypass the consequences of their bad deeds with enough of their own good. A moral shortcut, if you will.
Christianity, however, doesn’t allow for such notions. Both Christianity and Judaism – Christianity being the fulfillment of Judaism – forces the individual to confront the consequences of his actions. (By “force” I mean that there is no bypassing the consequences. There must be responsibility taken for deeds done.)
Whether you are a true Jesus Freak or not, I’m sure you have heard these lines or excuses:
Why wouldn’t I get to Heaven? I go to church/read my Bible/pray…sometimes.
My parents baptised me as a baby.
Yeah, I believe in God…
I don’t lie/cheat/steal/watch porn/beat my kids…
I give tons of money to charity.
I’m not perfect, but I’m better than most people.
It’s not my fault! My parents didn’t love me enough!
I believe Jesus was real…yeah, He was alright.
I live for God, but I do it my own way (the Bible is just too full of contradictions).
Yeah, none of these will fly with God. None of these things are bad, but they cannot get you into Heaven. They still opperate on the merrit system. They still excuse one critical fact: We were created to be like God (Genesis 1:26-27). God is perfect in everything, and we were meant to reflect His nature through the lives we live in relation to Him (Dueteronomy 32:4, Psalm 18:30) and with each other (2 Corinthians 13:11, Romans 12:18). Unfortunately, we’ve gone off of that desired path God wanted us on for a path of our own. No matter what good we have done, we were created to be just like God, and God does not do evil in any amount or severity. Thus, our lack of perfection leaves us very much at odds with God in this respect. And that leaves us without a way into Heaven.
Many of us want to go to Heaven. We want peace, healing, rest, joy, and an all around end to our troubles. We just want to be done with our hardships. The goal is a good one. By all means, seek out Heaven and the God who lives there and loves you. But like my attempt to find a shortcut, there is only one way that will get you there truly.
Perhaps the analogy is lacking, as well. Eventually, I did get to work. You may recall, though, that I was late. If my boss wanted, that would be a legitimate reason to fire me. Likewise, God has every right to deny you Heaven. The criteria for changing your home address to Heaven requires you submitting your life to Jesus and living for Him in trust and obedience (faith). Without that one factor, relocation to Hell is the only option.
As I had failed to truly consult Google Maps during my first trip, wanting the GPS to just “speak” to me and say, “Go here,” so, too, do many people fail to consult the Bible. They glance at it. They may read along with the pastor during church. They may have a favorite verse or a default bit of Scripture when times are tough. But even as I strive to learn and grow in my own walk with God, seeking to understand what He is truly saying in His Word, I find that many of my so-called understandings were quite off base. Had I stuck to those understandings, I would be in for a world of hurt and confusion.
And that’s exactly what many people do today, too. They don’t truly seek what the Bible is actually saying. In the process, the way through life becomes a maze every setp of the way. The road is covered in fog and even the bright lights are dim. They only think they are going to where they want. Just like me when I thought I was heading closer towards my desired destination.
Finally there are those who know a good deal about what the Bible says, but they never take hold of it. They know that Jesus is the only way to Heaven (John 14:6) but they refuse to humble themselves, be it for pride, fear, or something else. Like me when I opted to not take the free bus transfer and wound up late to work. Those who do not take the free gift of Christ’s sacfrifice in place of their sin’s demand for death will ultimately miss Heaven. Just because I showed up to work doesn’t mean I’m free from the responsibility of the consequences which my being late will cost me. Without Christ, you will have to pay the consequences for your sins, yourself. Christ is the free pass into Heaven. (And just claiming Christ isn’t enough. I could have taken that bus pass. But it wouldn’t have done any good if I didn’t also get on the bus! My boss would care less than nothing – no, he really would – if I had the pass or not. The fact would be that I had the pass and didn’t use it…I was still late. Making a claim for Christ doesn’t do any good if you don’t also actually submit your life to Him.)
Jesus said that the way to Heaven is by way of a narrow road…few will get in (Matthew 7:14). There are no carpool/fast lanes. There are no “skip two spaces”. It’s just Jesus.
I could go on about some of the other points of my bike trip and how they can relate and reflect the spiritual life, but I’m sure you get the point. But I will add this one last comparison.
When I got on that connecting road and had to go down that big hill which turned into a big hill going up, it did get rather rough. It was a steap hill! And I was disappointed that the hill going down was as short as it was. I had enough with climbing hills! I’m sick of them! But once I was past all of that, I was relieved when I was on the road that I knew would get me to my destination.
If you find yourself in a similar situation in life, I encourage you to just take a deep breath and do the hard thing: change the road you’re on and get on the one road that will lead to life. The Highway to Heaven has no shortcuts.
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