Gabriel looked across the narrow valley at the sheep grazing quietly. His small cottage lay dozing in the sun as it had done for over 100 years. He was content, but wanted to find out more. So he walked down his path and closed the gate. All he had was his knapsack. He was thinking of these words of today that he had read earlier:

I am the gate
Anyone who enters through me will be saved.
(John 10:1-10)

But where was the gate?
He could see no gate.
It could only be in his mind.
But was it a real gate? If he could not see it, how could it exist?
He resolved to search for the gate.
There was something on the horizon. Small, black, almost indistinct.