Now I saw in my dream, that by this time the Pilgrims were got over the Enchanted Ground, and entering into the country of Beulah, whose air was very sweet and pleasant, the way lying directly through it, they solaced themselves there for a season.
Does God want us to live like mice on the Enchanted Ground? Is it God’s will for his people to sleep their way to the Celestial City?
God’s will often leads us into places that the flesh finds to be most unpleasant. When called to stand alone for truth, to face opposition and criticism – the way is not easy. Yet this is the way that the Saviour himself took, our great inspiration