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On Thin Ice



It was a beautiful spring day. The sun shone brightly, making paths of light through the thick branches of tall pine trees. Little birds flitted through the branches and chirped merry songs. 
   Nearby, a boy stepped onto some melting ice. He nervously moved his feet, noticing little pools of water forming at every step. His eyes flashed and his mouth curved into a confident grin as he neared the center of the ice. He turned around and looked back at his friends who were watching him.
   “Look at me!” He yelled and jumped on the ice. His friends gasped and told him to stop jumping.
   “You might fall through!” they cried. But he only shrugged it off and laughed and began to jump some more, his feet pounded into the weakening ice. He didn’t notice the crack that had started to form and that was gradually getting larger with every jump. Then suddenly, without warning, he heard the ice splinter and felt freezing cold water begin engulf him. His friends screamed and watched helplessly as his head disappeared beneath the broken ice and into the dark depths beneath.

   Wasn’t that a foolish thing for the boy to do? He knew the ice was weakening because it was the time of year that ice melts. He knew how dangerous it was, but he did it anyways. 

   “Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.” 1 Corinthians 10:12

   Ellen White says: "No path is safe, save that which grows clearer and firmer the farther it is pursued. The foot may sometimes slip upon the safest path. In order to walk without fear, you must know that your hand is firmly held by the hand of Christ. You must not for a moment think there is no danger for you. The wisest make mistakes. The strongest sometimes falter. The foolish, self-confident, heady, and high-minded, who press heedlessly on upon forbidden paths, flattering themselves that they can change their course when they please, are walking upon a path of pit-falls. They may recover a fall, a mistake they make, but how many make one misstep which will prove their eternal ruin."

   There is no safe path other than the path which leads to eternal life. The farther we travel on God's path, the stronger it becomes! But the farther we go on the devil's path, the weaker it gets. Let's stay on God's path. Let's hold the Father's hand. Let's not venture onto thin ice, but stay on the path which leads to eternal life!

-Hannah Evert
   

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