NOTE: This is a piece that I actually wrote as a play some years ago. It was performed once, and we had some good times discussing what it meant. I hope you enjoy it.
There's a place in this world where a deep chasm splits the earth into two parts. This isn't readily recognized or acknowledged in world affairs, yet everyone eventually reaches the edge of that chasm and is confronted with its presence. It's extremely deep - seemingly bottomless, in fact - but in width it's hardly more than a crack. Still, it's a little too wide to jump across.
Many paths lead up to the rim of the chasm, and numerous bridges span the gap. All look safe at first glance, but a closer inspection shows that only one, formed in the shape of a cross, is sturdy enough and steady enough to allow a safe crossing.
Right now, there's a man crossing that one right bridge. The story of how he found his way there is interesting, and certainly is of importance to a lot of people in the world today. But that's another story. What we're interested in are his upcoming adventures, experiences and encounters now that he has crossed the chasm. Let's follow him on his journey.
Christian knew that there wasn't any music playing, but he felt like there was. The sky was bluer than he ever remembered it, the grass greener, and there was a fragrance about the air that he couldn't remember from any time before. He hardly realized he was talking aloud, there on that little path a short distance beyond the chasm. Not only talking, but strange for him, waxing poetic.
"I feel marvelous! Who would have thought that a few short steps could make such a change in my life? I feel like my whole soul is filled with music, and I want to shout out loud. I DO FEEL WONDERFUL!"
"You'll get over it."
The one who spoke - and who shocked the song right out of Christian's head - was a small, middle-aged woman, very neatly and properly dressed, and with a knowledgeable, confident smile on her face. She approached Christian on a side path that led from a dense wood.
"What did you say?" asked Christian, after he had regained his composure. "I don't think I heard you correctly."
"I said, you'll get over it. I mean you'll get over that light, giddy, giggly feeling you have now. I can tell you from my own experience that, once you get accustomed to life on this side of the chasm, you'll settle down."
"But I'm not sure I want to settle down! I've crossed the chasm and am in a new country, with endless possibilities, and it's so marvelous that I want to feel this good forever."
"Well, of course you do," she replied (rather condescendingly, he thought). "And of course it is a marvelous thing - the MOST marvelous, certainly. But once we learn our way around, get directions, and learn the rules and regulations, then we can settle down and... well, get on with life."
Christian tried to sort this out. "Now, wait," he began, "I respect your age, but..."
A frosty look began to spread across the woman's face.
"Well, what I mean is, you've obviously been here a long time..."
Her icy stare froze him in mid-sentence. "Young man, I am not THAT old!"
"No, ma'am." Flustered, he tried to pick his words. "What I am trying to say is that I respect your experience, but it just seems to me that this feeling is so wonderful that we should strive to perpetuate it."
"Young man, you obviously do NOT respect my experience, or you would listen to what I'm trying to tell you. Good day."
With that, she turned abruptly and started back up the little side path into the woods. Christian started to call after her, but he was startled by someone moving close behind him. He turned to find a man standing there.
"I wouldn't take her words too much to heart, if I were you," said the newcomer.
"I seem to be getting a lot of counseling today," responded Christian, somewhat annoyed. "Who are you, who is she, and who am I to believe?"
"She is called Settled, and my name is Maturity. She means well, but she takes away a lot of the pleasure and the power of living on this side of the chasm."
"She implied that she had been here a long time, and she is certainly older than you..." began Christian.
"But surely you know that age and maturity do not necessarily go hand in hand. She has indeed grown older, but her heart and mind have not kept pace. She has become.. " He hesitated, searching for the right word. "I guess you could say that she has become her name - settled, too comfortable."
"What precisely do you mean by that? This is confusing."
Maturity hesitated again. "It's a hard thing for me to understand, also, because her life has been so different from mine. But generally, this is what happened. When Settled first crossed the chasm, she felt much like you do, today. But then she got lazy, or perhaps frightened, or else something happened that I don't understand. In any event, she found that just being on this side of the chasm was so much better than being on the other side that she stopped right here and settled down. She never explored any farther into the Kingdom. She never learned that, if you go on, the experiences get even better than when you first cross over. She's just sitting now, not taking advantage of much that the Kingdom has to offer, and not encouraging others to go on, either."
"Well," said Christian positively, because he was beginning to hear the music in his head and heart again, "I for one want to keep this excitement and find out what lies ahead."
"Good for you! Do you mind if I travel along with you for awhile? I like company, and perhaps I can be of some help."
"By all means! I'll be very pleased to take advantage of both your company and your knowledge."
So it was that Christian and Maturity left Settled on the little side path into the woods, and started on into the Kingdom.
As the day wore on, they entered a wood, clouds partially obscured the sun, and the way became rockier. It seemed almost like evening, things were so dark and indistinct. After stumbling several times, Christian stopped and sat down by the path.
"I still feel marvelous, and I'm certainly enjoying our travels together. But I'm beginning to have a little trouble moving forward. I'm getting tired, and I'm having trouble seeing my way. Shouldn't we stop, or get a light, or something?"
"No, you have all you need."
Christian looked up at Maturity questioningly, to discover that another man had joined them. He, not Maturity, was the one who had spoken.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said, you have all you need."
Christian observed that the speaker was a man about Maturity's age, height, and weight. He was dressed neatly but rather severely in a formal business suit that seemed somewhat out of place on the path in the woods. The stranger continued.
"You see, when the bridge over the chasm was just being completed, and before the paths were laid out, there was a need for more light. And it took longer to get through the country, so there was a need for refreshment stands where one could pause and build one's strength. But that was years ago, and the course in now set. All you have to do is keep moving. You may make some wrong turns, but you'll eventually make it all right, without extra light or refreshment."
It appeared he was going to say more, but Christian interrupted. "I see what you're saying, and I have no doubt I'll reach my destination, now that I'm across the chasm. But wouldn't it be better if I was equipped to move along in good time and without wasted energy, needless detours, stumbling, and backtracking?"
The stranger started to respond, but another person appeared on the path at that moment. "No!" he interrupted, sharply. "Don't tell him that he has all he needs. That is sheer nonsense! Everybody knows that you can't possibly get along without special road helps."
Christian started to ask about road helps, but he didn't need to, because the new arrival kept right on talking. "You need lights. You need maps. You need weather reports and road reports. You need lots of nourishing food, and you even need language lessons so you can talk to the natives. Nobody should be without these things. Anyone who sets out without the right equipment is just plain stupid!"
He looked meaningfully at the first stranger, and Christian had an instant to look at the newcomer. Again, he was about Maturity's age but, whereas the first arrival was dressed conservatively, this man had on very casual attire - flashy, is the word that came to Christian's mind - and his attitude, like his speech, was flamboyant and brash.
"I repeat, none of that is necessary," said the first stranger.
"I repeat, it is necessary, you dummy!" rejoined the second.
"It is not."
"Is too, idiot."
They seemed to forget all about Christian as they bickered back and forth, and they wandered down the path and out of sight. The sound of their arguing could be heard ahead in the forest. Christian turned to Maturity, who had been standing quietly nearby during the exchange.
"Who were they?"
"The first is called Postapostle, and the second is Charismatic. I suspect we shall see more of them before long."
"They're an odd pair! I dare say, I agree with the man with the travel kit more than I do the other, but I certainly don't like his language or his attitude. They seem very much out of place this side of the chasm."
"You've seen well, on both counts," responded Maturity. "To stumble when you could have light, to be weak and hungry when food is provided, is sheer folly. As for the attitudes, we have a saying this side of the chasm: even if we are right in principle, we are wrong if our words and deeds are not well-meaning, charitable, and constructive." He said that with great stilted dignity, as if he were repeating a venerated old proverb with tongue in cheek. He was, but only because it gave a good effect and emphasized the words. "Better for a neighbor to stumble along in darkness than for you to provide a light, then purposely trip him."
Christian laughed. "I see what you mean. We have to do things for the right reasons, or else we're just wasting our time."
"Not only wasting time, but possibly causing real injury. There is tremendous power for good or ill in what we say and do."
Christian and his friend had not gone more than another quarter-mile when they came to a branching of their path. One way went to the left, and appeared to end abruptly at the edge of a very deep canyon. A second path, leading to the right, seemed to get lost immediately in a dense tangle of thorn bushes and brambles. A third, going straight on, was narrow but could be seen for many miles. Far ahead, there was a faint twinkling of light that showed up even though it was daylight. Much to Christian's surprise, but apparently not to Maturity's, there at the crossroads were Charismatic and Postapostle.
Charismatic was seated on the ground with the contents of a brown envelope strewed out before him. There were papers and maps, a flashlight, and various other objects not readily identifiable to Christian. Postapostle was walking from path to path, looking puzzled and impatient.
"I see we meet again," said Christian. "Do you know the way?"
"No!" they both replied, emphatically and in unison.
"Well, it seems obvious enough," ventured Christian. "The left path seems to end at that cliff, and the right seems to enter that bramble patch. The middle road seems to go straight ahead for many miles."
Postapostle snorted, uncharitably. "Well, not everything is as it seems."
Maturity spoke up for the first time. "Very true, Postapostle, everything is not always as it seems. But the way is obvious if you have directions to the right path. Right, Charismatic?"
Charismatic looked up and started to smile, then ducked his head sheepishly. "Well, yes, I have a lot of things here - much more than he does..." He looked at Postapostle.
"Then, why are you sitting here?" asked Christian.
Charismatic glanced down again. "Well, to tell the truth, if the directions are in here I haven't found them yet. I mean... well, there are several things here that I haven't figured out yet."
"Well, I know the way," interrupted Maturity, "And we should be on it." He produced a brown envelope from his jacket pocket.
"A travel kit!" exclaimed Christian. "I didn't know you had one."
"It isn't something to take special pride in." Maturity glanced meaningfully at Charismatic, who ducked his head once again. "They are free, and everyone can have one. In fact, everyone should have one." He glanced at Postapostle this time, who turned away. "I take it you haven't received yours yet, Christian."
"No, I haven't. I didn't even know there was a travel kit until we met these two."
"Don't you recall a small house - a visitors' station - just where you crossed the chasm? They hand the kits out there, and give instructions regarding their use."
"I'm afraid I got a little involved there at first," replied Christian. "I was so excited, and then I met Settled... "
"Oh, yes: Settled. She does have her confusion value! Well, no matter; the King knows that some will miss out at the start, so he has a number of places where you can get a kit. Right over there, for one."
He pointed off to the edge of the path, and for the first time Christian noticed a small stand, on which was printed "Take One". There were a number of brown envelopes in a container on the stand. Christian did take one, and walked back to where Maturity had opened his kit and had taken out a large map.
"Now," began Maturity, "If you look at your map - look, read the legend and see what the symbols mean - you will see that what appears to be the right road really is. That light far in the distance is here on the map." He pointed. "That's the King's City, where we are eventually headed."
Postapostle had been peering over their shoulders, and he now interrupted. "Wait a minute, how can you be sure that is an authentic map? I understand that there are a lot of tricksters around, passing out bogus ones. You'd be in a real fix if you got one of those. Consequently, I didn't take any!"
"True," replied Maturity, "There are false and misleading ones, but really bad fakes won't be found very far from the chasm. Anyway, this one and the one Christian just acquired are definitely authentic. You can tell with the Discernoscope."
He had taken an instrument somewhat like a magnifying glass out of his travel kit, and was holding it over the lower left corner of his map. "See, this is the King's official seal. Nothing but the King's own property can carry that."
He showed Postapostle the seal on Christian's map, but Postapostle turned his back and walked a few feet away.
"That's all very well and good, but you need one of those - those glasses, to see it."
"True, but every travel kit has one."
"Yes," said Christian, who had been checking his own travel kit. "Here's mine."
Postapostle did not turn around or respond, and Charismatic kept his head bent and his eyes averted. There was silence for some time.
"Well," said Maturity, at last, "We must be on our way. The afternoon is well along. Will you come with us?"
"I believe I'll try these other roads for a little ways, first," responded Postapostle, without turning around.
"I'll look at my travel kit a little more," said Charismatic.
"Well, you'd both better hurry. There is an excellent lodging place just ahead, but dinner is served promptly at dusk, and then the doors are shut until morning."
Christian and Maturity walked on.
Christian and Maturity made it to the lodging place in plenty of time, had an excellent meal, fine fellowship, and a good night's sleep. Their acquaintances of the afternoon did not show up that night, nor were they around next morning. One can only assume that they spent the night in the woods.
After traveling most of the morning, Christian and Maturity came upon a strange scene. There in a clearing in the woods was a group of children - or so thought Christian, at first. Each stood in the center of his or her own little plot of ground, each surrounded by a white picket fence. On each plot was written a different name, names that Christian knew from the other side of the chasm.
"Now, this is a curious sight," he said. "Where are we?"
"This is Denominationville," Maturity responded briefly. Christian expected him to say more; when he didn't, Christian repeated the name.
"Denominationville? We'll, it's an odd way to live. They're almost together, and yet they're apart. And they're just children! What is the purpose of this community?"
"The purpose I think you will find as odd as the community itself. You see, their whole objective is to emphasize the differences between themselves. And they are not children. They way they live has stunted their growth, but most are older than you."
"Really!" exclaimed Christian, and then: "Do they speak? No one has said a word."
"They don't talk to one another, but as you're new, I'm sure they'll talk to you."
Sure enough, as Christian approached them, they all began to speak at once, thrusting out hands to be shaken and each offering him sheets of paper that had some message printed on them. There was no real way to talk to them, because they were all beginning to try to outshout one another. Also, they were shoving at each other across the fences, so Christian thanked each in turn and quickly walked back to Maturity, reading the papers as he came. All the noise and activity ceased as abruptly as it had begun.
"These are amazing!" Christian exclaimed as he looked from one paper to another. "Each gave me two papers. The first sheet from each is identical, entitled 'We Agree', and listing about twenty-five points. But the writing is very small and hard to read. The second sheets are all labeled 'We Disagree', and most have but one line written in boldface letters almost an inch tall!"
"Yes, I've seen them all before. By the way, you may not remember it, but you can actually see this place from the other side of the chasm. Do you remember that hill?" Maturity pointed back across the chasm.
"That's right!" said Christian, "I do remember it. They call it Confusion Hill."
"And it's a terrible place," said Maturity. "Many people have looked from that hill - that have a free telescope there, focused on this town - and they've become so confused that they have walked back down the hill on the side away from the chasm. That area is one of the deepest, darkest forests on earth. Some people get lost in there, and never find their way out again."
"That's terrible!" exclaimed Christian. "But what about these fences -they aren't very high. Why can't they be torn down?"
"I'm sure that's what The King wants, but the people here won't have it."
"Well..." began Christian, but found he was at a loss for words. "Well, but won't the grass eventually grow up around the fences so that, even though they are there, they won't be visible from Confusion Hill?"
"Yes, I expect that to happen some day. I also expect some of the fences to fall down, due to lack of attention. But for right now, all the people of Denominationville have banded together - about the only time they ever have gotten together! - and have hired a boy to come in once a week to mow the grass. They've made a pact that as long as there is money to hire him, they'll keep him employed."
"Well..." Again, Christian found he was at a loss for something to say. "Well, I don't know what to say," he said, finally.
"May I suggest we continue our journey?" asked Maturity.
The sun was still fairly high in the western sky when Maturity brought them to a halt before a country inn. Although it was well removed from any real settlement, the inn was large and appeared prosperous.
"According to my map," said Christian, "There is a town not many miles from here. It seems like we could make it there well before nightfall."
"We could," replied Maturity, "But this inn has special significance. It is Learning Inn, and it is what The King calls a "learning stop" where one get special instruction in citizenship in this new country. We'll have time to eat and rest, then we can partake of the instruction."
So they stopped, and again the accommodations were good, and the dinner was excellent and more than adequate. The inn appeared to be filled with both new and old citizens of the land, and Christian enjoyed talking to everyone. Some had been in the Kingdom many years, and they shared fascinating stories of adventures and experiences. Christian was apparently the most recent arrival, but others had been across the chasm only a few more days or weeks than he had been. All seemed equally a part of the fellowship, and it struck Christian that there were no closed groups in which he did not feel welcome. He remembered that across the chasm, it was easy - indeed, almost usual - to feel alone.
About nine o'clock a bell rang, and those familiar with the routine at Learning Inn began to gather up the newcomers. All began to move toward a large auditorium situated near the rear of the inn's spacious gardens. Christian followed along after Maturity, and they found seats near the stage. The curtain was pulled shut. There was a general noisy confusion as other found their seats, and Maturity had to lean close to Christian's ear to be heard.
"I think you'll find this evening entertaining, as it is meant to be. But the purpose is not mere diversion. There are some extremely important lessons to be learned, lessons that will help you make the most of your new life. It's all very new to you, so some may not be clear. Feel free to ask questions."
"I certainly will."
Just then the lights dimmed, and all became quiet as the curtains parted to reveal a very large troupe of actors. Even at first glance it was obvious that they had been selected to give great diversity to the group. There were extremely old people, and there were babies still in their parent's arms. There were men and women, and children of all ages. There were tall people and short, stout ones and thin, and their skin tones included all those known in the world. They were dressed in a great variety of apparel, men were both clean-shaven and full-bearded, and there was every length and style of hair on both men and women. In short, there was represented there almost every imaginable type of person.
In the split second it took Christian to note the great variety, he noted three other things. First, everyone was holding hands. Second, they were standing extremely close together, closer even than the great mass of people on the small stage required. Third, everyone wore a sign on which was written the name of a part of the body - wrist, artery, lung, shoulder blade, and so on. The curtain stayed open only a moment, then closed. The spectators at once began an excited conversing.
"I don't understand," said Christian. "What's this scene supposed to tell me?"
"It's a hard one for new citizens, because it is so contrary to what things are like on the other side of the chasm. Organization on this side of the chasm can truly be compared to a body. Everyone - and I mean everyone - belongs in the sense that the eye is a part of the body, or a hand is a part of the body. Life here is meant to be as close and as interdependent as a living organism."
"So, the great diversity of people is meant to show that, no matter what we were or how we were treated on the other side of the chasm, here we all have a place?"
"Correct. But more than that, we each have a specific place. But wait, here's the curtain again."
The curtain parted to reveal a smaller group of people. They still wore their signs, and some were standing close together, holding hands. However, several groups and individuals were standing apart from the others.
"Can you guess this one?" asked Maturity.
"Christian paused a moment. "Well, I see that some people are gone, and that all are not holding hands. Does it mean that something has gone wrong with this body we're all a part of?"
"No, not gone wrong, but you're getting the idea. Look at those two people who are standing near one another, but are not holding hands." He pointed to the left side of the stage. "Can you see their names?"
"Yes, one is called Elbow. The one next to him in Shoulder."
"And who is holding hands with Elbow?"
"Forearm."
"And with Shoulder?"
"Backbone. Oh, now I see. A specific part of the chain, Upper Arm we might call him, is missing. They can't all join together because an in-between part of the chain is gone."
Maturity smiled, and lay his hand on Christian's shoulder. "And the lesson is that not everyone who The King expects has crossed the chasm, yet. The Kingdom is not yet functioning as it someday will, because there are parts missing from our body. So, as in the human body that is missing limbs or organs, there are things that it is difficult or impossible for us to do, right now. Someday, that will change."
As they talked, the curtain had closed, and was already opening on still another scene. Here a series of actors were standing in a long line, holding hands. Their labels indicated that they represented a leg, stretching from a young boy named Toe to a tall thin man whose tag read Hip Bone. After facing the audience briefly, they started to move off to the left. However, a woman labeled Knee stumbled, and the whole group tumbled over one another. The audience laughed spontaneously.
The group arose, re-ordered themselves, and started to walk to the right. Again Knee tripped and fell, bringing the others sprawling down around her. Laughter again filled the auditorium as the curtain closed.
"I'm catching on to this now," said Christian. "Knee obviously isn't doing her job well - isn't working right - so the others can't work right, either."
"Correct. And you can see that when you are a part of a body, it is vital that you do your job right. Whatever you do affects everyone else."
Christian wanted to ask how one learned to do one's job well, but the curtain was opening again. Once more the actors were lined up in the form of a leg, but this time in place of the woman called Knee, there was a young man whose sign read "Elbow."
The audience caught sight of the misfit immediately, and a subdued buzzing of sound carried through the auditorium in anticipation of what was certainly going to happen. Sure enough, the group took only one step, and ended as a sprawling mass of humanity on the stage. There was no need to repeat that performance, and the curtain closed to the accompaniment of roaring laughter.
As quiet returned to the theater, Christian leaned over toward Maturity. "I see the problem, but I'm not sure I see how it relates to the real body we've been considering."
"That's because you haven't yet seen the effects of having someone filling the wrong niche in the community. Just as an elbow can't function as a knee, so you can't be me nor I you. Sometimes it is worse having the wrong person doing a job that it is leaving the job undone."
The performance was apparently over, for people were beginning to rise and move toward the exits. Christian and Maturity followed along out of the auditorium and into the lovely garden.
"I had meant to ask you earlier," began Christian. "How does one find his proper place within the body? And how does it happen that people get into wrong positions?"
"Finding your rightful place is the result of education, experience, and guidance. As you spend time in the Kingdom studying The King's directives, participating in 'learning stops' like this one, and talking to fellow members of the body, you'll begin to see your rightful place. It sounds difficult - or maybe a little too easy, in some respects - but if you are really interested in finding your rightful place here, I can guarantee that you'll find it."
They came to a bench and sat down on it. Maturity continued. "As to the second part of your question, being in the wrong niche can come about in several ways. One, you may be too impatient to get involved in Kingdom life, and just begin to do something. On the other side of the chasm, such action is often commended, but here The King would much prefer that you wait and learn.
"As you continue in the Kingdom, it will become more and more apparent to you that members are missing or malfunctioning. You could feel the urge to 'pitch in' and do someone else's job, and here is the second problem situation. Remember that you are a specific part of the body, not just any part. Suppose you are a foot, and you decide to do the job of a hand. What would happen?"
"Well, obviously I couldn't do as well - maybe I couldn't do it, at all. But I'm not sure I see the harm in trying."
"Perhaps the comparison becomes a little simplistic, but consider again what we saw in the auditorium. Even a sincere attempt that turned out wrong caused others to stumble. The King would rather wait for the right part! Also, consider the possible consequences of your taking on a job that rightfully belongs to someone who has crossed the chasm, but has not yet discovered his place. He may wander about, getting in the way of others. Or, if he knows you have taken his job - no matter who good your reasons - he may resent your interference, and there may be dissension in the body. Tension and dissension make it hard for everyone to work, as I'm sure you know."
Maturity fell silent, and Christian thought he had finished his explanation. But he began again. "Another cause of wrong people in wrong places is that we are overzealous with others. We sincerely want everyone to find their niches, an we sincerely want to get all the jobs done. So, sometimes we ill-advisedly direct new or unsure citizens into jobs that appear vacant. As you know, it is hard for a newcomer to resist the direction and advice of older citizens. For instance, what would you do if I, whom I think you respect, suggested that you take on a certain job that somehow didn't seem quite right to you?"
"I see what you mean," replied Christian, slowly. "I'd probably do it. But what should one do in such a situation? I certainly am new at life in the Kingdom, and I certainly don't want to offend anyone."
Maturity got up, and Christian followed him on through the garden toward the inn. "It's a two-part solution," said Maturity. "One, we should listen to the advice of others, but we all must learn and remember that The King communicates with each of us directly, and he is a far better judge of our rightful place than even the most helpful citizen. As I intimated before, his methods seem a little mysterious when explained, but direction does come loud and clear as we learn to seek it and expect it."
He paused. "You said, a two-part solution," prompted Christian.
"Yes. The other half is that we must learn to control our zeal, and not lead our fellow-citizens astray. We must get it firmly implanted in our own hearts and minds that, just as The King directs us, he can direct others, also."
They had reached the door of the inn, and were about to part for their separate rooms. "One last thing," said Maturity. "Tonight's comparison of the Kingdom with a human body is not really completely accurate. In the human body, a foot cannot actually say that it doesn't want to do the work of a foot. Neither can it decide to be an elbow instead of a foot, because there is an ultimate control in the brain and nervous system. In the Kingdom, The King does not exercise that mandatory type of control - even though he could - because he knows that we are people, not puppets. But, if we want to please him and help the Kingdom function in top form, he will give us direction that is even surer than that given the human body by its brain. We just have to seek it."
Christian shook his head. "I'm learning so much, and it's all so revolutionary. My mind is so full, I'll never be able to get to sleep tonight."
Maturity laughed. "On the contrary. On this side of the chasm, lessons aren't problems. You'll sleep like a top!"
Christian did indeed sleep like a top.
Next morning, while traveling along the edge of a wooded strand, Christian heard a call, then saw a man beckoning to him from not far away. He started to walk toward the man, only to feel Maturity grab him suddenly and violently, pulling him back to the path.
"That was close!" exclaimed Maturity.
Too stunned to respond at once, Christian only stared. "I'm sorry to have acted so unceremoniously," explained Maturity, "But I was sure you didn't know what danger you were in. Yelling to you might have startled you, causing you to go even deeper into trouble."
"Thank you," replied Christian, "But I don't see any danger. All I see is a man standing over there. I just intended to talk to him."
"What you can't see from here is that the patch of woods hides a deep chasm - in fact, the very chasm that you had to cross to enter the Kingdom. We have been paralleling it for some time."
"Oh, my! So I could have fallen into that bottomless crack! Then, the man is... "
"Correct. The man is on the other side of the chasm. He appears near, but (with no exaggeration!) he is worlds away."
The man was still beckoning and calling, but Christian couldn't hear his words. "Now that I know the chasm is there, may I go closer?"
"Certainly. There's no problem talking to those outside the Kingdom. In fact, you should, as long as you recognize your constraints and limitations."
Christian tested every foothold as he moved closer to the chasm. At last he could see the rift before him, and he could make out the man's words.
"Greetings!" said the man. "You took a long time coming over. You didn't have anything to worry about."
"But I didn't know about the chasm," replied Christian.
"Oh, that. That's nothing, just a little crack. I would have warned you about it, anyway."
"Nevertheless, I'm glad Maturity slowed me down."
"Him!" the man snorted. "I suppose he's company for you, but he certainly is a troublemaker. He probably told you not to come over here to see me. Well, didn't he?"
Christian hesitated. "Not exactly, but he did warn me about the chasm."
"Chasm! Chasm smazm! That's all I hear from you people! You'd think it was the Grand Canyon, or something. It's just a crack in the ground, nothing less and nothing more."
"But..." Christian groped for words. "But it makes a real difference which side of it you're on."
"Hah!" exploded the man. "Sheer nonsense! What difference can it make? I'm a man, a human being like you, aren't I?"
"Yes, but..."
"I dress like you, and I talk like you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Yes, but what? We are not more than ten feet apart, standing on ground that looks identical, and you tell me there is a difference!"
The man glared at him, and it gave Christian a quick moment to partially collect his thoughts. "Well," he began, "Here in the Kingdom, the King has special ways that he does things, and..."
The man interrupted. "I know all that. I have a copy of The King's Handbook, right here." He produced it. "And I have read it - cover to cover - several times. Have you?"
"Not all of it," replied Christian, a little bewildered and subdued.
The man pressed his attack. "Next, you'll tell me about your learning stops, how you meet to discuss The King's Handbook, and similar things. So what? I also go to such a place, often several times a week." He emphasized that part. "And we discuss The King's Handbook, too!"
He stood back, triumphantly, hands on hips, waiting for Christian to speak. But, just as Christian was about to respond, the man began, again. "Are people better on that side of the chasm? Before you answer, remember Settled, that old lady I'm sure you've met. How about Postapostle? Is he better? Or Charismatic? Is he better?"
Christian felt almost on the verge of tears, when he sensed Maturity close behind him. "Enough talk!" Maturity said. He didn't yell, but there was a finality in his voice. "We've been through all this before, and there's no sense going into it, again. You know where the bridge is."
The man stared at Maturity, said "troublemaker" half under his breath, then turned and walked away. Maturity took the befuddled Christian by the arm, and led him out of the woods and back onto the road. Christian felt weak and drained, and still felt like crying.
"I know," said Maturity, to Christian's unexpressed thoughts. "Such meetings are difficult ones. Still, you have to meet such people."
Christian was recovering somewhat, now. "You were awfully blunt with him, weren't you? I mean, he was rude and frustrating, but even so... "
"No," interrupted Maturity. "If he had really wanted to talk sensibly, I wouldn't have treated him that way. But he is always there, and his job is to confuse new citizens like you. He argues a well-formed argument, one aimed at discrediting the King, and enticing new citizens either back across or into the chasm."
"You mean he wouldn't have told me that the chasm was between us? He would have let me fall in?"
"Yes, he would have. Or he would have beaten you down with his arguments until you felt like going back across the bridge to join him."
"But why would he do that?"
"He would do it because he hates the King and everything the King stands for. But there are others who have similar jobs who are merely stupid, and don't realize the seriousness of what they are doing."
They had been walking as they talked, and now Christian stopped. "The fact is, " he began, "That I really am confused by what he said. He anticipated each of the defenses and objections I might have raised, and responded rather convincingly."
"You mean about The King's Handbook, and learning stops, and the goodness of men?"
"Exactly. There doesn't seem to be much difference."
"But," asked Maturity, "How did you get to be a citizen of the Kingdom? Was it by reading The King's Handbook?"
"No. I never did before I came here."
"Well, was it because you went to learning stops?"
"No. I hadn't been to them, either."
"Were you especially good?"
"Of course not!"
"Well, how did you get here?"
Christian pondered a moment. "I was asked if I wanted to be a citizen. I said yes, and I came across the bridge."
"Exactly! We can talk forever about goodness, rules and regulations, and all the rest, but the fact is that admission to the Kingdom is that simple: you find out about it, and you come in. As far as whether or not the chasm makes a difference - whether it matters which side you are on - it does. It may not look any different, and it really isn't that big of a crack, but the King says the only way - the only way! - you can become a citizen is to come across it. It doesn't matter whether it seems logical or not - the King made the rule, and all the talk in the world can't change that."
Christian looked back over his shoulder, and could see the line of trees marking the chasm. The man was still standing there. "I know there's a difference. I can't explain it, but I know that being a citizen of the Kingdom is more than just having a new address. It's all the difference in the world. I'll never go back!"
Toward mid-afternoon, the travelers topped a slight rise and looked down into a deep, narrow valley. Christian was struck with a certain dullness, a feeling of misty heaviness, even though the sky was clear and the sun was still high. He hesitated, but then followed as Maturity walked on.
As they approached the foot of the hill, Christian noted a shadowy shape, ahead. It appeared to be a tall cactus or a lone tree. Other similar shapes could be seen, beyond. As he and Maturity drew nearer, Christian could see that this first shape was neither tree nor cactus, but was a human form.
"Statues!" he exclaimed.
"People," said Maturity.
"No," rejoined Christian, "They aren't real. They're very good - certainly very lifelike - but look how solid they are. They are definitely statues."
"Your sight is good, Christian, but your discernment is less so. For, although they look like carvings, they are people as real as you and me. Unfortunately, they are petrified."
"Petrified? But how can that be?"
By this time, they had drawn up before the first object. It looked like a real person - it would have been impossible for even the finest sculptor to create such realism - but Christian's mind could not comprehend the stillness of the figure. He reached out his hand to touch it, and drew back as if shocked. It was soft, smooth, human flesh.
"Impossible!" said Christian's mouth, but his mind was already asking other questions. How? Why? Maturity read those thoughts, easily.
"There are two things that cause inhabitants of the Kingdom to become petrified. One is fear, and the other is ignorance."
"Those are bad traits, all right," said Christian. "But I never heard of either causing this condition!"
"But remember," said Maturity, "That you have crossed the chasm, and are living in a new world, now. Still, I see what you mean. Ignorance and fear often make people move faster outside the Kingdom!"
He couldn't help chuckling at his own little joke, but quickly composed himself and went on. "Life in the Kingdom is easy. Everyone has duties and responsibilities, but everyone has a lot of latitude and freedom in how he does things. The King's philosophies are all clear-cut and easily understood and, after just a short time in the Kingdom, everyone can know exactly where he stands. There is absolutely no reason for anxiety or misunderstanding."
"But," interrupted Christian, "You just said that fear and ignorance are what we are dealing with!"
"True, but what I said is that there is no need to be fearful or unsure. That doesn't mean that all who cross the chasm take advantage of their new freedom. Some can't seem to loose their hold on life as they lived it outside the Kingdom. They know the King's way, but they are afraid to live it. Or else, they never take the time to learn it, at all. They are in the Kingdom, and certainly are better off than they would have been outside, but they aren't really a part of life, here."
"So, what happens to them?" asked Christian.
"They just go slower and slower, and stumble along toward this particular area. If they don't come to their senses, they eventually stop moving, altogether. Then here they stay, safe but unproductive, from now until some future date when the King will change his way of administering the Kingdom."
Christian almost reached out to touch the living statue, again. He mind could still hardly believe what he was seeing.
"Can this really be?" he finally asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. And, besides the obvious misfortune to the persons you see here, can you relate this to our lesson about the Kingdom as a living body?"
"Oh!" exclaimed Christian. "I certainly can. I've been worrying about these individuals, but I see that I must also worry about you and me. If these stay here in this valley for a long, long time, they are not taking their rightful places in the body - in the society of the Kingdom, I mean. So, their fear and ignorance is affecting many besides themselves."
Christian fell silent as they continued their walk down the valley, passing hundreds of living statues. It was only when they began the gradual ascent at the far end that he spoke again. "How can we help these people?"
"I'm afraid that by the time they reach this valley, they are beyond immediate help."
Christian pondered that. "Could this happen to me?" he finally asked.
Maturity smiled, and placed a hand on Christian's shoulder. "It is possible, but I think it won't. You have a quick and open mind, and have been giving careful thought to what you've seen and heard. Those are the safeguards. It is those who refuse to learn who are in danger. New citizens must learn that crossing the chasm involves much, much more than a mere change of address. (Remember, you used that phrase, yourself?) This is an entirely new life, and virtually everything you learned before - the whole value system of life outside the Kingdom - is out of place, here. Re-training is a relatively simple matter the King's way, but it must be done. If it isn't... Well, you have seen one of the possible results."
Christian could only smile faintly as they topped the ridge and started down the other side.
Evening found them at another hostel very much like Learning Inn. In the now familiar way, Christian rested, ate, visited, and finally made his way with Maturity to the theater. When everyone was settled, the lights dimmed and the curtains opened.
On the stage were two series of people, one of men and one of women. Both were similar in that they represented a progression from a newborn baby to a crawling child, to an older child, to a teenager, to a young adult, and finally to an older adult. The actors neither moved nor spoke, and the curtain stayed open for some time.
"This is a somewhat different type of message, tonight," said Maturity. "I'll explain the meaning of the scenes as we go along. First, you should know that the King expects each citizen to grow. When you first stepped across the chasm, you were like that baby, not knowing anything and not being able to take care of yourself. But as you travel through the Kingdom, you should be growing in understanding and ability, just as surely as the baby grows to a child and eventually to a mature adult."
The curtain closed as he spoke, but immediately opened to another scene. This time, there was a single baby on the stage.
"Unfortunately," said Maturity, "Some citizens do not grow as they should. In fact, some stay babies, forever. You remember Settled, of course?"
"Of course," said Christian.
"Well, she is still a baby in the ways of the Kingdom. Because she failed to explore and learn more about life here, she doesn't really fit in. That is unfortunate for her but, relating to our last lesson, can you see how it affects you, also?"
"Of course. It's the same lesson as in the Petrified Forest. Since we are a body, everything she does - or doesn't do - affects me. It either makes Kingdom life better or worse."
"Very true," said Maturity. "And besides the bad effect a perpetual baby has on the Kingdom, it is a very dangerous position to be in. It is unnatural not to grow, and sometimes failure to grow means death. In this case, 'death' comes because 'the baby' forgets the value of being on this side of the chasm and wanders back to the other side, out of the protection of the King. As bad as the other side is initially, it is far worse when one returns to it!"
Obviously, the managers of the learning stop anticipated much discussion at this point, because only then did the curtains close. They opened to a scene much like the first, except that the people were spread across the stage with great gaps between each person in the series.
"I think I can see this one," said Christian. "This shows that some citizens do grow, but not at the rate they should. Is that right?"
"Very good. And although they are growing, their lack of attention to their 'studies' - their nourishment, we might say - means that it will be a long time before they take their rightful places in the Kingdom. Again, you can see the problem if we consider that we all function together as a body."
"Yes, I can see that, but I don't see how growth can be so slow. In the human body, it is just natural to grow."
"True, and I suppose the comparison breaks down a little at this point. But actually, it has to do with the level of nutrition. The slow grower is just not eating enough - not learning at the speed the King expects. Or, he may not be eating everything on his plate - in other words, he may be neglecting certain lessons that are important to his understanding of life in the Kingdom. Food is not just food. In order to get all the vitamins, minerals, and nutrients a body needs, you have to eat a variety of things."
There was no more time for talk, because the curtain had closed and re-opened, revealing three different scenes on stage. In the background was being shown a film of an amusement park roller coaster rising to great heights, diving into deep valleys, climbing again to the heights, and on and on. On one side of the stage, a man stood behind a railing that hid most of his body. He jumped forward and obviously landed on a platform, because only his feet were hidden from sight. He jumped off the other side, and again was almost out of sight. He repeated this several times.
On the other side of the stage, a woman sat down before an empty plate, knife and fork in hand. Next to her was a plate piled high with candy and jelly donuts. She moved to it and quickly ate everything, then she moved to another empty plate, then to another full of donuts and candy, and so forth across the stage.
"Have you some thoughts on this scene?" Maturity asked Christian. Christian shook his head, so Maturity continued. "This is representative of something that seems to happen all to often, a kind of growth pattern that one doesn't see in the actual human body. In this situation, as represented by the roller coaster and the jumping man, the person seems to be making great strides, only to fall back again to an apparently less enlightened state than before. He puts forth another burst of apparent growth, but then returns to a former level."
"What causes this?"
"It's the result of improper attitudes, of learning in spurts. The roller coaster citizen gets a particular insight into Kingdom life, finds a new 'truth', and dashes off to put it into effect. In doing so, he ignores for awhile all other aspects of living on this side of the chasm, and puts his full efforts into this one new thing. He may be the proverbial 'ball of fire,' for awhile. But soon he gets bored or discouraged and stops learning temporarily, waiting for the next new 'truth'."
"I'm not sure I understand what you're saying," said Christian.
Maturity paused for a moment, seeking an illustration. "Try this," he said, finally. "It is good to attend learning stops, such as this one. But attending learning stops is only one way to participate in Kingdom life. Suppose I went to learning stops every afternoon and every evening for a month?"
"You would probably learn a lot."
"True, but I would also miss a lot, because there must be time to read The King's Handbook, to think about what I've learned, and to meet with other people."
"I see," said Christian.
"Do you see how concentrating on just one thing could make me lose my perspective, and might actually make me discouraged, confused, bored, or exhausted so that I might give it all up for awhile?"
"I suppose I do. And then you would have to waste time re-learning things, again."
"That's right. Now, to relate to the third part of the scene: can you see how the 'donut dieter' is first periodically over-indulging; second, not getting a balanced diet; and third, wasting a lot of effort with her lack of consistency?"
"Yes, I can see that. And now that you explain it, I can remember seeing many examples of the same thing on the other side of the chasm. People get carried away about things - sometimes to fanatical levels, I think - and forget everything else. They do lose their perspective."
"True, it's very prevalent outside the Kingdom, and many people bring the habit along with them, forgetting that this is an entirely new life."
While they were talking, the curtains had closed and the auditorium lights had come on, again. They rose, and followed the crowd back toward the inn. Suddenly, Maturity stopped. "On last illustration," he said. "I've thought of another way to put it that might help you see the need for consistent and proper development. Are you too tired for more?"
"No, of course not. Go ahead."
They started to walk again, as Maturity talked. "Think of yourself as a builder. You have the right foundation, already. You got that by crossing the chasm and entering the Kingdom. But a foundation is not a house, and you still need to put up walls and a roof. Do you follow me?"
"Of course."
"All right. You can get the right materials - strong timbers and good shingles - and build a strong and sturdy house the first time. On the other hand, you can build a house faster using tar paper and two-by-fours. The catch is that the tar paper house may come down in the first strong wind or heavy rain, and you will find yourself out in the cold again. Taking a little longer with the right tools and the right building supplies turns out to be best, after all."
The door to the inn was before them. "Any questions?" asked Maturity.
"No," replied Christian. "I'll try to do things right the first time! Good night."
As they started out next morning, Christian felt especially good. The fellowship, the food, the lesson - everything seemed to have set just right with him. The air was clear, the temperature was cool but not cold, and he felt a great sense of well-being.
"I feel great!" He shouted.
Two travelers ahead of them turned and smiled, then went on their way.
"I'm glad," said Maturity. "You're doing very well."
"Yes, I am, aren't I?" responded Christian, half in jest, but also with a pleasant sense of self-confidence. "I feel like I'm learning quite a lot about Kingdom life."
"I think you are, too. And you're about to learn even more, because here come the Twins."
As he spoke, two men came around the corner, moving fast and in their haste almost colliding with Christian. "Oh, I beg your pardon," said one, and Christian could see that they were indeed identical twins. The one who spoke carried a rifle; other than that, they were dressed alike and looked alike in all respects.
"Why don't you come along with me?" the first twin asked. "I'm going back to the chasm to defend the Kingdom. We've got a real battle going with the prince of the outer world."
He raised his rifle over his head, pointing it in the direction of the chasm. The second twin pushed him aside, and stood between him and Christian. "Don't listen to him! That isn't the way we fight battles here in the Kingdom."
"Yes, it is," rejoined the first. "King and Country!"
"You're wrong!" the second shouted.
Christian turned to Maturity, who merely smiled. Christian turned back to the twins, but they had seemingly forgotten him, and were arguing their way on down the road away from them. He turned back to Maturity, and at the same moment saw another set of identical twins approaching. They were women, this time.
"Good morning," one hailed them.
"Good morning," replied Christian.
"Have you just come from a learning stop?"
"Yes, I have, and a very interesting one."
"What was the lesson?" asked the second twin.
"We talked about growing and learning about Kingdom life."
"Wonderful!" said the first woman. "Everyone should know the rules. Have you given any thought to punishment?"
"Punishment?"
"Yes, punishment. What do you do when someone breaks the rules?"
Christian didn't know what to say, but that was okay because the woman went right on talking. "Here, we believe in capital punishment - you know, death - for all serious crimes. An eye for an eye, as they say. It's important that we be firm."
After his encounter with the first twins, Christian expected the second woman to say something contrary. He looked at her, and she raised her eyebrows and smiled an odd, knowing smile.
"Right?" asked Christian.
"Wrong!" she replied.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because," she said, "We never enforce capital punishment. It is expressly forbidden."
"Oh, it is not," interrupted her sister.
"It is."
"We have to have it!"
"No!"
Christian wasn't surprised this time when the twins forgot him completely and went off down the road, arguing loudly. He turned to Maturity, who was smiling at Christian's obvious befuddlement.
"I told you that you were about to learn something."
"But I didn't learn anything!" responded Christian, not knowing if he should be amused or frustrated. "These twins were saying absolutely contrary things, and the questions they address are so serious I'm sure both cannot be right. Which are the right answers, and how can they disagree so completely?"
"I think I should refer your question to someone else - a good friend of mine, and I hope soon a good friend of yours. I suspect we'll be meeting him soon. He's always around, although he's not always in evidence."
They walked on in silence, Christian deep in puzzled thought. About a quarter-mile up the road, they came upon a man sitting on a log. He appeared to be waiting for someone, and Christian soon learned that the "someone" was him.
"This is my friend, Wisdom," Maturity introduced the stranger, who immediately stood and held out his hand. Christian took it.
"How do you do, Mr. Wisdom? Can you help me with my questions about the twins?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid not in the way you wish. I can't give you an answer, as such - at least, not right now."
"But I am right that there is a definite answer - one of each is right, and the other wrong?"
"Oh, yes. Our King's philosophy and his Kingdom guidelines are clear-cut, and on issues of such importance there are very definite right - and wrong - answers."
Christian tried to formulate his thoughts. "Well, what I can't see is how two philosophies can exist on this side of the chasm, if only one is acceptable to the King."
Wisdom looked at Maturity, then back at Christian. "I can see that you don't completely understand how Kingdom life operates. That's understandable, I suppose. There is a lot to learn, and you haven't been here very long. Let me try to explain."
"Please do," said Christian.
Wisdom clasped his hands behind his back, and walked back and forth across the roadway as he talked. "First, there are some beliefs and philosophies that it is impossible to have on this side of the chasm. They are so different from the King's way that one of two things happen: either the ones who hold those beliefs don't want to cross the chasm; or, if they do, the bridge keeper won't let them pass. Do you understand, so far?"
Christian said that he did.
"All right. Now, many do cross the chasm who have certain beliefs that are different from the King's. He is honoring those beliefs for the time being, while he teaches us all to see the right way. He doesn't turn back anyone that a bridge keeper has let cross the chasm."
"But what about the twins?" interrupted Christian. "How do I find which is right?"
This time, Maturity spoke. "We'll help you with that, but sometimes it take a little time. As we talk and visit learning stops, and you read The King's Handbook, I'm sure you'll get your answers. But be patient, it will all work out. And when you do see the truth, be understanding of others. Remember that the King is being charitable to all of us, and we have a responsibility to extend that charity and understanding."
Christian smiled, but he mind was unsettled.
"A problem?" asked Wisdom, who had discerned his uneasiness.
"I suppose not, really. I understand what you're saying - and I'll be patient - but these questions seem so important that having such divergent opinions must slow down and confuse Kingdom life. How can we function as a body when we disagree on such vital points?"
"It does retard the King's plans," said Wisdom. "And therefore it behooves us all to do everything we can to find the right answers, and as quickly as possible. Don't misunderstand me - the answers are plain for everyone to see, but it requires us to look in the right place for them."
"Perhaps if I was able to talk to each of the twins one at a time... " began Christian.
"Yes, that might be helpful," said Maturity. "But remember that their beliefs are obviously polarized. As you yourself so wisely pointed out, both cannot be right. You can listen to their ideas, but then you need some ultimate authority."
"The King's Handbook!" exclaimed Christian.
"Definitely, but remember that all four of the twins have probably been reading The King's Handbook for a long time, and they are still far apart. By all means, study the Handbook, and listen to all those around you, but remember that before you end your study and form your own opinion, you needed to consult the King directly."
"Directly? Me, talk to the King?"
"Certainly. When we say this is a different country, it is very different, indeed."
Christian was able to smile easily, now. "Good!" said Wisdom. "I see you're feeling better. Just keep your patience and objectivity, and everything will be just fine."
"Thank you. Your explanation was not what I expected, but it really helped."
"Fine. And now we must part company for awhile. Keep up the good work, and remember that I and others are around to help when you need us. Goodbye for now."
And with that, Wisdom entered the woods and disappeared from their sight.
"Well, we had best be getting on our way, too," said Maturity, and he turned to walk down the road.
"Just a moment," objected Christian. "I still don't know everything I should, but I do know that the King's City is not that direction. That's the way we came."
"That's true, but we're not going to the King's City quite yet. They won't be ready for us for awhile, and you have some work to do, first."
"Work? What work?"
"You must take your turn as bridge keeper at the chasm. The King is hoping for more travelers, and some of them are going to need a lot of help."
"I'll stay with you through today, to let you get accustomed to the job," said Maturity.
They were back again at the bridge where Christian had first crossed into the Kingdom. The current, outgoing bridge keeper had just shown him the small cottage where Christian would stay during his tenure as new bridge keeper.
"I feel a little like Settled," said Christian, for indeed they were only a short distance from her house, and closer to the chasm than she was.
Maturity laughed. "I see your point, but remember that you are only here for a little while, and you are here on business! She is here because she never got any farther into the Kingdom."
"I know, but I was just thinking how it might look to her."
"Don't you worry about her. We know why you're here."
"I suppose I do," said Christian, "But precisely what are my duties?"
"One job is to encourage those who come to the bridge. You know that the bridge is safe, but it looks frightening. You know that it is different over here, but it looks much the same. As bridge keeper, you must point out the differences."
"Can I do that? Do I know enough?"
"Oh, yes. Anyway, you aren't entirely alone here. In your cottage, you have a direct line to the King's Personal Assistant. If you have any questions or problems, don't hesitate to call him. He's there, any time of the night or day."
"That's great!" said Christian. Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he went on. "So, I am to act like our 'friend' on the other side of the chasm, the way he acts when he entices people to come back out of the Kingdom."
Maturity laughed. "Yes, I suppose, but your methods and intentions will be quite different. You'll find that you don't have to argue or exaggerate or insult to get people to come in."
"Okay, what are my other jobs?"
"One is to keep certain people out of the Kingdom."
"Out!" exclaimed Christian. "I can't believe that. Why would we want to keep anyone out?"
"Philosophically, the King doesn't want to keep anyone out. But as it turns out, there are some who are not ready. They can't see that the Kingdom demands a whole new way of living - not a hard one but, as you are seeing, a very different one. If they started over now, they would only leave again. Or, they might find they were too shaky to cross the bridge, and might fall into the chasm. You must be sure that they really understand what it is like in the Kingdom. You should make sure that everyone starts with a proper impression."
"What things should I point out?"
"For instance, you should anticipate the arguments of your 'friend' across the chasm. Many come into the Kingdom confused, thinking that citizenship is based on something that it is not. Remember that the people outside the Kingdom have learning stops, and read The King's Handbook just like we do. You must be sure to explain that those are not in themselves the differences between the old life and the new. If you distort their importance, or give a wrong impression about how they relate to Kingdom living, you may be contributing to confusion and dissatisfaction, later."
"Anything else?" asked Christian.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. Just as you can confuse people about how Kingdom life operates, you can give them a wrong impression about how it is. Do you understand what I mean? Some bridge keepers are such zealous sales people that they give potential citizens the impression that absolutely everything here is rosy, and absolutely nothing is wrong inside the Kingdom. I think you have seen already that this isn't true."
"Of course. There are problems because our 'body' isn't complete."
"Good for you! So, you can see what a disservice you might do to someone - how discouraged they might get - if you oversold or misrepresented your 'product'."
"Yes, I can. Someone very confused or disappointed would be easy prey for my 'friend' across the chasm."
"Exactly. Now, there is one other job that the bridge keeper takes care of. Can you think of it?"
Christian pondered a moment, but couldn't think of anything.
"It's that part you missed out on, at first," said Maturity. "It's the passing out of travel kits."
"But my bridge keeper didn't offer me one."
"I know, and in your case I don't know why. Sometimes bridge keepers get busy, and forget. Sometimes, they aren't properly instructed. Sometimes, an experienced bridge keeper can sense that giving a kit without adequate instruction would only confuse a new citizen. For all those reasons (and probably some others, as well), the King has set up a number of places where people can obtain their travel kits after they enter the Kingdom."
"How do I handle talking about the travel kit?"
"Just let each arrival know that it is available. If they want special instruction, give as little or as much as they request. Of course, don't force a kit on anyone."
Christian sighed. "There are so many things to remember and consider, I'm sure I'm going to forget something, or do something wrong."
"Don't you worry about that," said Maturity. "Things will sort out in your mind as you get a little more practical experience. Remember, I'll be with you the rest of today, and of course the King's Personal Assistant is as near as your phone."
Christian still had many questions, but Maturity pointed off across the chasm. There, with one foot on the bridge, was a young woman.
"Oh, no!" gasped Christian.
"Shhh! It will be all right. Say, hello."
Christian gulped twice, took a deep breath, and launched out. "Hello," he called (much too loudly, considering how narrow is the chasm). The woman stepped back, startled, then smiled warmly but a little hesitantly.
"I'm sorry to frighten you," said Christian. "I'm new, here. Do you want to cross the chasm?"
The woman smiled again, still uncertainly, but she put her foot back on the bridge. "I think so. I've been wandering for some time, but this last path I followed seemed right to me. But honestly, I don't know much about your side."
"Well..." Christian hesitated, at a loss for words. He looked at Maturity, who only smiled back at him. Christian smiled his own sincere but uncomfortable little smile. "Well, it's nice over here."
"I'm sure it is," she responded. They looked at one another, but no more words came. The woman moved her foot back off the bridge.
"It's pretty and green over here," Christian ventured, afraid she would leave.
She smiled, again. "I can see that," she said. "But it's pretty and green over here, right now. Are there any real differences?"
Christian tried to say all the things he knew about the King, and the Kingdom, and the body of citizens, but nothing came out of his mouth. He felt panic taking over, but then he felt Maturity's hand on his shoulder.
"I'll take this one, " Maturity whispered, and then said aloud, "Yes, indeed, Miss, there are some very real, very important differences. This chasm doesn't look very impressive but, believe me, it is! Coming across is really a matter of life or death."
"Life or death! In what way could it be so significant?"
"Let me give you a little history lesson - not enough to bore or confuse you, but enough so you can understand a little better. Once, our King reigned over the whole world, and a very worthwhile world it was. Unfortunately, his right hand man became jealous of the King's authority - for no good reason, for the King had always been extremely just and generous. This prince led a rebellion against the King, and by craftiness and trickery won over some of the King's subjects."
"How could he?" interrupted the woman.
"He could because he was handsome, dynamic, and an extremely persuasive talker. He promised the people fabulous gifts and honors if they would follow him. The people, even though they had been content under the King, were led away by the prince's manner and promises."
"What did the King do?" It was Christian who asked the question.
"He warned the people that they were making a mistake, and predicted that they would be dissatisfied. But he felt very strongly that he wanted only willing subjects in his Kingdom, so he did not physically attempt to win them back. Instead, he took a section of the world and set it apart from the rest by creating this chasm where you now stand. He invited all his former subjects to come back, decreeing that their rebellion would be completely forgotten and not counted against them in any way. The only requirement he placed on them was that they had to come to the chasm and ask his permission to become citizens of the new Kingdom. That original decree is still in effect."
"Obviously," mused the woman, "People came back, or there wouldn't be a kingdom, now. But, why? Did they find the prince's world different than what he promised?"
"I think you know the answer to that, already," said Maturity. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be where you are right now. People were dissatisfied from the start, and as the years passed the prince became a real tyrant. He still rules your world today, and you can see his hand in the violence, inequality, loneliness, and confusion around you."
The woman was silent, and she lowered her head so as not to look across the bridge.
"You can see that, can't you?" asked Maturity.
She looked up, and there were tears in her eyes. "Yes, I can see it, and I want so badly to be in a happier place - a more meaningful place!"
Maturity held out his hand. "Then, come across," he said. Without further thought, the young woman ran across the narrow bridge and flung herself into Maturity's arms, so that the breath was almost knocked out of him.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, as she regained her composure.
"Think nothing of it," said Maturity, straightening his coat. "It's a natural reaction."
She smiled at Christian, and took hold of his hand. "Thank you," she said. "I still have questions, but I know I did the right thing."
Maturity patted her on the shoulder. "We have time to answer some of those questions, now. Come with us to the cottage."
Just then, they heard a call from the bridge, and looked back to see an old man standing there. "More customers!" exclaimed Maturity. "You handle him, Christian. Young lady, you come with me."
With that, he took the woman by the arm and the both walked toward the cottage. Christian looked after them, then back to the bridge. He was on his own.
"Hallo!" cried the man, who was old and also dignified-looking. "Is it safe to cross this bridge?"
Christian walked to the edge of the bridge and looked across to the man, who had both feet on the bridge and was looking down into the chasm.
"Do you know where you are?" asked Christian.
"I'm just traveling around," rejoined the man. "That looks like fine land over there. It might make good investment property."
"It is good land," said Christian, and was pleased that his tongue had loosened enough for him to speak. "But in order to invest here, you have to give up all your capital and property over there."
"Give it up! I could hardly do that; I have millions. No land is worth that."
"This land is. The King guarantees that whatever you exchange for a place in the Kingdom, you will improve your situation."
"I can't believe that," said the man.
"Nevertheless, it's true. Won't you take the King's word?"
"Not on your life, boy! I'm a speculator, but I'm not a gambler or a fool. I'll stick with a sure thing."
And with that, the man turned and walked back into the woods. Christian was stunned. What had he done wrong? What could he have done differently? He looked toward the cottage, and saw Maturity and the young woman talking animatedly. Maturity looked up and smiled at him, but continued talking. No help there, thought Christian.
Then, for the third time, he saw someone approaching the bridge. Confused by his previous failure, but now determined not to miss an opportunity, he spoke immediately. "Are you looking for the way to the Kingdom?"
The newcomer, a young man, had been intent on reading some poster on a stake near the bridge, and he now looked up, expectantly. "I'm looking for somewhere," he said. "But this sign says your bridge is not the way."
Christian had seen that sign on his way across, but he couldn't remember now what it said. "It is the way, if you are looking for an escape from that problem world in which you are living." And then he went on to tell him the story that Maturity told about the King and the rebellion of the prince. He had reached the point of telling about the King's original policy still being in effect, when the man interrupted him.
"Very interesting, but it sounds rather like a fairy tale."
"Yes," acknowledged Christian, and again was pleased that he had a response, "It does sound somewhat like one. But then, I suspect that all fairy tales - and all other writings, for that matter - have some basis in truth. We invent from experience."
"Well said!" replied the man, excitedly. "I too am somewhat of a philosopher, and I liked your rejoinder."
"Thank you. But I don't want merely to talk about history. I want to show you how important it is that you come into the Kingdom. It is in fact a matter of life or death."
"Come now!" snorted the man. "I am a philosopher, and I enjoy a good fairy tale. But I am also a scientist, and I fear our conversation is drifting into metaphysics."
Christian was about to protest, but Maturity had come up behind him, and now spoke. "Yes, it is metaphysical, in the sense that it goes beyond so-called scientific thought. But, believe it or not, entry into the Kingdom not only takes you out of the problems of today, but also guarantees that you will live at peace forever."
"Oh, come now! You have gone too far."
"No," replied Maturity, "I have not gone far enough. Because we are not merely talking about an eternal good life on this side of the chasm. We are also talking about an eternal bad life on that side. That's the part that many travelers never understand, and that many citizens fail to stress in their discussions with travelers. You think you will endure life, then die, and it will be all over. That is not true, because the prince of your world really is magic, and anyone staying on that side of the chasm will be in his power forever. Forever. Do you understand that? And though you think his wickedness is intolerable now, it is nothing compared to what it will be when the King closes this land to further entry, and all escape is cut off."
"I can't believe that," repeated the man.
"I'm sorry," replied Maturity. "Please try."
"I am a scientist. I cannot." With that, he turned and walked off.
"Two failures in one day!" exclaimed Christian. "What are we doing wrong?"
"We are doing as well as we can, under the circumstances. It is only that we have come face to face with two of the World Prince's favorite and most powerful deceptions - greed and intellect, both mixed liberally with fear, confusion, and other wrong ideas and attitudes. The man with possessions may speculate them all away on an attractive gamble, but he can't consider sacrificing anything for an intangible. Similarly, the one who prides himself on being 'wise in the ways of the world', as the saying goes, can't release his hold on the so-called facts that the prince so liberally teaches."
"What does the sign across the chasm say?" asked Christian. "I can't remember."
"I says, don't be deceived by what the bridge keeper tells you. He is either planning to swindle you out of all your money, or wants to ridicule you into believing fairy tales."
"That's strange. I remember the sign, but I didn't remember that it said anything like that."
"No, only those who are not really intent on reaching the Kingdom read the sign. The pull of the new life is much too strong in those who are ready to come in."
Christian heard footsteps again, but to his surprise found that the new arrival was already on their side of the chasm.
"Hello," cried Christian. "Have you come back to help us?"
"Help you? You must be kidding! I'm on my way out."
"Out? You mean, out of the Kingdom?"
"I do, indeed, and the quicker the better."
"But why? How can you consider leaving?"
"I am not considering leaving. I am leaving! As for my reason, this Kingdom is not as it was represented to me."
"In what way?" asked Maturity.
"It's too hard. I was told that life is easy here, that there were no problems, and that I would never have to make another hard decision. Why, I have to make decisions all the time. And I have many problems!"
"Who told you that there were no problems in the Kingdom?" asked Maturity.
"Someone who stood right on the spot where you are standing now, someone who enticed me across the bridge with promises that haven't come true."
Maturity looked at Christian, who nodded as he recalled their earlier conversation. Maturity continued. "Has life been harder for you here than it was outside the Kingdom?"
"No."
"But you still want to leave?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I was lied to!"
"But if life really is better... "
"But I was lied to!" interrupted the man.
Maturity tried to put his hand on the man's shoulder, but the man moved away. "I'm sorry," said Maturity. "I know how hard it can be when things turn out differently than we were led to believe. But can't we help to straighten things out?"
"No," said the man, but he appeared to have softened, somewhat. "I know you just want to help, but I have been deceived, and I can't forget that. Goodbye."
"Wait!" shouted Christian, but the man had already started back across the bridge. Maturity caught Christian's arm.
"It's no use. We've already lost him."
"But won't he come back when he remembers what the world out there is really like?"
"No, I don't think so. He is a foolish man, and he'll soon forget what it was like over here."
"That bridge keeper should have been wiser."
"Yes, he should have been wiser. This is obviously a case of over-selling. But I suspect that the man would have had troubles even if the bridge keeper had been less zealous. He is probably one who should have been discouraged from coming into the Kingdom, at all - at that particular time, I mean. He was too easily turned aside."
"Are there many like that?"
"More than I like to think about. You will probably meet more during your tenure here at the bridge. Do what you can for them. Some just need a little help and reassurance, but some cannot be reached, at all. Like our last case."
"It's been a disappointing day," mused Christian, more to himself than to Maturity.
"No, don't think of it that way. We have one new citizen on her way, and I think she will make it with very little trouble. Tomorrow is another day."
"Yes, I suppose so. Still, it must be very discouraging to the King."
"It is, but only partially. He is sad and disappointed when people won't come in, or when they go out, again. But he knows what problems must be overcome for someone to enter the Kingdom, so his happiness for the new citizen is one hundred times greater than his sadness for the one who doesn't come in."
Christian was silent.
"Don't worry," said Maturity. "You're where you should be, and you're doing a good job. Just remember your lessons and, above all, remember your contact with the King's Personal Assistant. I'll leave you now, but we'll be seeing each other, again. Keep up the good work."
With that, he shook Christian's hand, patted him on the back, and in an instant was gone.
Christian stood alone by the bridge, looking out into the gathering dusk.
In the days that followed, Christian spent long hours at the bridge, talking to those on the other side and encouraging them to come across. Many did, and every time it made him feel worthwhile and fulfilled. Many did not, and he never ceased to feel and aching sadness for them, even though he knew he had done his best.
He talked to those who would cross back out of the Kingdom, and he persuaded some to stay. But others went, and he couldn't stop them. They made him saddest of all because he knew they would never return, but would ever be in the control of the prince of the world.
In between tours of duty at the bridge, he often took trips with new citizens. He introduced them to Maturity, Wisdom, and other good friends, and helped them learn to use their travel kits. Then he brought them back to the bridge so that they could take their turns helping new citizens.
He kept reading The King's Handbook, and he kept attending learning stops. He even learned which of the Twins were right.
And this went on until one day a new light appeared in the eastern sky, and the whole Kingdom seemed to come alive with the sound of trumpets and with voices as sweet as those of angels. The current bridge keeper pulled the bridge back from the chasm. Then he, Christian, and all the others began the journey to the King's City. They were there before nightfall.