Jeremiah 28:5-9; Romans 6:12-23; Matthew 10:40-42 Lately, with so many changes in my life, I’ve had this Robert Frost poem in my mind: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. This poem isn’t my way of telling you that I am going down a road and will not see you again- not at all. I believe it’s the resu
Thoughts on what it means to be a traveler on the Way of Jesus the Christ