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September 11, 2017, 12:05 PM

Shortcut at the Duck

A few years ago our family headed out on an impromptu day trip.  It was around Independence Day so we all had some time off and decided to make the most of it.  After much deliberation and figuring of time and finances, we loaded up the car and headed east to visit the home of a certain dynasty located in West Monroe, Louisiana.  After arriving, we quickly realized that something special was going on that day because there were so many people, and because we overheard someone talking about it.  Due to the crowds we had to park a fair distance away and ride a shuttle over to the warehouse where the festivities would be taking place.  This didn’t pose a problem for the trip over because we didn’t have to wait long for the next shuttle and there was plenty of room for our family.  However, later that day as stomachs began to growl and symptoms of being hangry started showing, the shuttle line back to the car and subsequently the restaurant was nowhere near as short.  To ride back would require an extended wait time, so being hot, tired, and hungry we decided to make the trip back on foot.  There were others doing it so we followed along.  About halfway through the journey, I decided I would take what appeared to be a shortcut and go get the car and bring it around to pick up everyone else.  (Key word in that sentence: appeared.)  As the crow flies it was much shorter, but as Robert walks it was MUCH longer.  I ventured through an empty lot and was quickly overcome by weeds that grew taller than me and so thick that I could barely make my way through them.  As if this wasn’t enough, I walked into what seemed to be the mother-load of briars that cut my arms and legs without mercy.  I thought I might could turn around and go back from where I came but by this time I had lost all sense of direction and couldn’t see over the top of the weeds to know which way to go.  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I tripped on something that scurried away and fell face first into an almost dry creek bed that wasn’t visible before.  I quickly tried to get up and saw a snake slither just a few inches from my hand.  I was ready to give up and fear of seriously hurting myself began to creep into my mind.  I couldn’t help but think how stupid I was for trying to take this “shortcut.”  I eventually came out of the abyss of weeds and, with a look of bewilderment and bleeding wounds from the briars, endured the laughs from my wife and kids as I told them the story.  When it comes to following Christ there are no shortcuts.  We are called to take up our cross daily, die to self, and follow Him.  There is no shortcut to eternal life or to being a follower of Christ no matter how many people seem to have found one or how easy it might appear.  There is one way, one truth, and one life and following in that one way is hard and promises a life of persecution.  However the eternal rewards far outweigh the temporary struggles.  Taking the “shortcut” will only lead to being lost in an eternal abyss where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.  What path will you take today?


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