Wrong house

On holiday in Ireland we arrived at a lovely large house where we were to stay overnight. We followed the circular drive round to the back of the house unloaded our cases and drove out to explore the town for the evening. When we returned darkness had fallen. We followed the circular drive round to the back of the house to discover that while we were out at the pub, the owners had built a large conservatory which blocked the driveway. The host appeared at the conservatory door looking almost as puzzled as we did.

"Hello again" I shouted cheerily, "We're back." The man, who was in his pyjamas, informed us that we were at the wrong house. I reversed sheepishly out of the non-circular drive and set off in search of the right house. 

In the Bible Jesus talked to his friends about not being anxious. He explained that he was preparing a mansion, a place, for each of us and he was going to take us there to enjoy eternity with him. His friends weren't too sure how they would get there, but Jesus explained that he was "The Way." I'm glad finding the right destination in eternity is easier than finding the right destination in Ireland.