Robert Frost is famous for his poem about two roads in life. Have you heard it? He begins, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and sorry I could not travel both.” I think I know the names of those two roads.
One is called Wisdom Way; the other is Foolish Freeway. One is a quiet, narrow, country road that few travel. The other is a 10-lane super highway with room for high occupancy vehicles, frequent travelers, and rush hour traffic. One road is pure, peace-loving, considerate, full of mercy and good fruit. The other hazards envy and selfishly ambitious drivers (James 3:13-18).
“I took the one less traveled by,” says Frost. “And that has made all the difference.”