We live in a divided world. But in my opinion, the deepest, most devastating division is not between the Muslims and the Christians, the rich and the poor, the free and the oppressed, or even the Republicans and the Democrats. It’s between the Many and the Few.
The Many do what they have to do; the Few do whatever it takes.
The Many follow the trail; the Few blaze a new one.
The Many listen to their friends; the Few listen to their hearts.
The Many obsess over celebrities; the Few weep for the underprivileged.
The Many believe whatever they’re told; the Few question everything.
The Many talk about getting fit; the Few work out.
The Many yell at their kids to be quiet; the Few encourage theirs to talk.
The Many watch a sitcom; the Few watch a biography.
The Many complain about their circumstances; the Few create new ones.
The Many feel bad about the poor; the Few go out and feed them.
The Many go to church; the Few help to build it.
The Many hate their enemies; the Few forgive them.
The Many read the latest gossip; the Few read the Bible.
It always feels good to be a part of the majority. But the older I get, the more I realize that I will be poisoned and paralyzed if I spend too much time in the company of the Many. Jesus said it in Matthew 7:14: “The gateway to life is very narrow and the road is difficult, and only a few ever find it.”
God help me to fear the well-worn path.