Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6 Jesus speaks of Himself as the way. In Acts the disciples were referred to as “the Way.” Christian life itself is a long journey, a long road. This road winds its way through life. Sometimes it passes through green pastures, sometimes through dry plains and deserts. Sometimes it leads over high and steep mountains or through narrow mountain passes. Sometimes it divides. Sometimes it runs parallel to another road. Sometimes it is difficult to know which road is the right one. There are so many choices, and the possibility to go astray always exists. Sometimes the road becomes narrow and no one seems to walk on it. Sometimes the road is wide and filled with happy travelers. Sometimes the road almost disappears, like an overgrown path in a remote forest. Sometimes the slope is so steep that the only way to ascend is by climbing from one overhang to the next. Sometimes the scenery is so breathtaking it seems unjustifiable to go on. Sometimes it is so miserable we are tempted to turn back. Sometimes the road encourages us to move ahead. Sometimes it is uninviting and hostile. The opinions and attitudes of fellow travelers can make the journey either pleasant and refreshing or depressing and aimless. Most of all, it seems the road just keeps getting longer. In the beginning, when motivation abounded, it did not appear so long. But toward the end, the road seems so rough and demanding that just putting one foot in front of the other is enormously draining. Next to the road are countless rest stops from where boisterous and superficial people idly watch and ponder why you travel on such a difficult road. But something causes you to carry on. What is the name of the road? Jesus! Where does it lead? Home! Home to heaven. And suddenly that road, which seemed so long, becomes so short. And then the journey is over.
— Ulf Ekman