In 1998 I found myself in South West Missouri on a lonely rural road. GPS was unknown to me, so I had to get out of my borrowed car and check maps and find signs. Much to my surprise I looked up to see the sign ‘Route 66.’ Famous among those in the know, for its impact on the westward flow of Americans, and immortalized in songs and books alike, I felt that I was standing on something special. However, where I was standing the road barely seemed two cars wide. I was reminded of an old grumpy administrator from a mental hospital who said of his journey across the USA 20 years earlier, “The cars were so big and the roads so narrow, it seemed impossible to stay alive.” Route 66 has long since been replaced by an interstate highway system. It just goes to show that the amount of impact that something has isn’t necessarily proportionate to its size. Jesus arrived as a baby in an obscure ‘nowhere-ville.’ Though, without question, his impact continues to this day to control the destiny of all—in this world and the one to come. His simple teachings have been replaced, and replaced again, with super-highways of thought. Reformers and madmen alike offering directions that lead the spiritual traveller away from heaven’s gate. Religious traveling shows have come and gone, all destined to fade away, burnout or crash. It’s the Narrow Road that goes to where we need to go. It is still here. Still assigned to the backblocks. But famous among those in the know, for its impact on the Heavenward flow of Christians, and immortalized in songs and books alike. I feel that I am standing on something special. Indeed, I am! Come and join me.