A road of seeming beauty. Framed with the green grass of good times, spotted with happy flowers of companionship. Graced with uplifting ideologies, feel good philosophies, and self reward. A broad encompassing road that bids a sweet welcome to many a traveler. Yeah more than a welcome, an attraction. If it were not so no one would begin its path. Yet is it wise to commit to journey a road based on the beauty of its beginnings. Will the beginnings of a path ensure its final destination. This broad endeavor has boasted many a great promise to its travelers. Promises of liberty, joy and good will. Promises of ease, rest and peace. And to some, promises of victory, pleasure and power. Yet its end is far and few take time to consider it. Bewitched by its beauty they are seduced to travel this way without nary a though to its final destination. The way that seems right unto a man. It seems right to pursue pleasure. It seems right to act in my best interest. It seems right to push forward and exalt our interests. And thus happily many walk blindly down its dusty path. Yet well into the path things begin to change. The flowers fade and the incline gradually begins to take its tole. Still spotted with seasons of beauty, they are but mirages. They serve only to keep you in route. The end narrows, framed with craggy cliffs and barren wasteland. Worried by wild beast and plagued by many a storm. Some meat its destination quicker. Some it is all to obvious that there road is no longer pleasant. You’ve seen them. It started so casual. A party, a good time, pleasure fun and friendship. Yet the flower quickly faded away and the dark clouds clapped there thunder as if to laughingly mock their victim. And a life was swept away. That one is obvious. But what of the other tributaries that eventually meet with this way of death. What about the subtle roads of selfishness and pride. What about the way of compromise. It seems right, it seems normal. I have seen the tale-bearing tongue drown its victims in the slow quicksand of negativity. I have seen minor unfaithfulness infect a child with rebellion. I have seen the end of subtle un-repented wrongs, it is death. Things so small, so seemingly insignificant. Yet it is never insignificant to exalt our will above God’s. Or to exalt our ideas above his word. It may have innocent beginning but I warn you to turn. Turn from your will, your self tainted ways. Cease to weigh yourself on your own scales and step to the word of God and surrender to its authority. Find the narrow way, find the humble mind of Christ. Find Calvary. Choose to lose your life, choose to let go of self justification, and self righteousness. Flee it, not for its current landscape, but for its end. Take a humble broken self revue, for… ” There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death. ” Pro 16:25