Dear Diary,
This morning at Mass, Father LeRoy read from the Gospel of Luke where Jesus told us to strive to enter through the narrow gate. On our walk home, the gravel crunched under our shoes, and Mini trotted happily beside us, her ears bouncing as she watched every bird and grasshopper.
I asked Sister Mary Claire what Jesus meant by a narrow gate. She said it is like when a farmer builds a fence around his pasture, leaving just a small gate so the animals have to come through one by one. She said Father explained that the narrow gate is choosing to follow Jesus every day, even when it’s hard, like being honest, forgiving quickly, or saying our prayers when we’d rather be lazy. She reminded me that Father said the wide, easy way often looks nicer, but it doesn’t lead to Heaven.
I thought of the path to our cave. It is narrow and hidden, and if you don’t look carefully, you’d miss it. Sister smiled when I said that, and she told me that Jesus asks us to look for His way, even when it’s not the easiest. She said one day people from every place—north, south, east, and west—will gather at the Lord’s table in Heaven, and it will be the happiest feast of all.
As we walked further down the lane toward home, Mini wagged her little bottom and ran ahead, but then came back to stay close to me, as if she didn’t want me to take the wrong path. I wondered if she was like a little guardian, keeping me close to the narrow way.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, please help me find Your narrow gate each day. Keep me from being lazy or careless with my soul. Let me be among the ones who come in and sit at Your table in Heaven. Amen.
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