I was working in the mountains of Mexico with some Indian people and it was a beautiful day. After talking to some of the men about the Bible, I went on down to the river. As I sat on the riverbank a drunken man from the nearby village staggered up to where I was sitting. Meanwhile, a Volkswagen van of hippie tourists pulled up to the river on the opposite bank. The tourists got out of the van and started hollering if they could come across. The drunken villager started hollering and motioning for them to come ahead. I jumped up and started motioning for them to go back. I guess they misunderstood my signals to go back. Into the water went the van and it was so deep that the van floated down river about twenty yards.
When they opened the doors everything inside floated away. What they did not know was that the river was crossable, but you had to know where the narrow underwater path was. The path angled down the river for a short distance and not straight across as most would assume. There was only one place and one path that would allow you to cross to the other side.
That reminds me of the pathway to God. The Bible plainly teaches that there is only one-way to God and that it is through Jesus Christ, (John 14:6, Acts 4:12). See you in Church next Sunday.