"From here to heaven is a straight line," he said, pulling out a pencil and drawing a line on the map.
I was just intrigued that he had a map showing right where heaven was at.
"Now, I do say its a straight line," he offered. "But you will need to know that there are obstacles in the way. And some people think they have to veer off the path to get around them. Now, that Hain't following a straight line. Get around the law, get around the rules, get around doing what's right. . . . No, they hain't walkin' a straight line, but are always tryin' to get around doin' all the things they should."
He looked me in the eye, his own eyes bearing down firmly. "It Hain't so," the old man said. "In order to get through the obstacles, you gotta go straight through them."
Turning, he pointed down the path and waved, as if to say, "Off with you, then. Be off down the path to heaven."
There was a deep mist, and I couldn't see what was down the path, but I knew there would be obstacles.
"Plow thru them," he said. "If there are obstacles, plow thru them. The man who doesn't plow, doesn't reap."
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