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Chapters

Study Hymn – We’re Marching to Zion

1 Come, we that love the Lord,
and let our joys be known;
join in a song with sweet accord,
and thus surround the throne.

Chorus
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful, Zion:
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

2 Let those refuse to sing
who never knew our God;
but children of the heav’nly King
may speak their joys abroad.

Chorus
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful, Zion:
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

3 The hill of Zion yields
a thousand sacred sweets
before we reach the heav’nly fields,
or walk the golden streets.

Chorus
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful, Zion:
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

4 Then let our songs abound,
and every tear be dry;
we’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
to fairer worlds on high.

Chorus
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful, Zion:
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Closing Hymn (II) – To Be a Pilgrim

Verse 1
He who would valiant be
‘Gainst all disaster
Let him in constancy
Follow the Master
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.
Verse 2
Who so beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound —
His strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might,
Though he with giants fight:
He will make good his right
To be a pilgrim.
Verse 3
Since, Lord, Thou doest defend
Us with Thy Spirit,
We know we at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away!
I’ll fear not what men say,
I’ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.

Closing Hymn (II) – Lord, Dismiss Us With Thy Blessing

1 Lord, dismiss us with your blessing;
fill our hearts with joy and peace.
Let us each, your love possessing,
triumph in redeeming grace.
O refresh us, O refresh us,
trav’ling through this wilderness.

2 Thanks we give and adoration
for the gospel’s joyful sound:
may the fruits of your salvation
in our hearts and lives abound!
Ever faithful, ever faithful
to your truth may we be found.

3 So whene’er the signal’s given
us from earth to call away,
borne on angels’ wings to heaven,
glad the summons to obey,
may we ever, may we ever
reign with Christ in endless day.

Study Bible Verse

Matthew 7: 13-14

“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.”

Author’s Introduction

To My Courteous Companions,

Some time ago, I shared with you my dream about Christian the pilgrim and his perilous journey toward the Celestial Country. It brought me joy to recount it, and I hope it was beneficial to you as well. In that account, I also told you about his wife and children, and how reluctant they were to join him on his pilgrimage. Because of their unwillingness, Christian was forced to embark on the journey alone; he could not risk staying with them in the City of Destruction, fearing the ruin that would come upon those who remained there. Therefore, as I previously explained, he left them behind and went on his way.

Since then, life’s many responsibilities have kept me from revisiting those regions where he began his journey. As a result, I hadn’t been able to learn more about those he left behind—until now. Recently, certain matters led me back in that direction. I took up lodging in a wooded area about a mile from the city, and as I rested, I dreamed again.

1. The News of Christian, Christiana, and Their Children

As I continued dreaming, I saw an elderly gentleman walking toward where I lay. Since he seemed to be traveling part of the same road as I, I rose and joined him. As we walked together, as travelers often do, we began to talk. Our conversation turned to Christian and his journey, and I started by asking the old man:

“Sir,” said I, “what town is that below, on the left side of the road?”

Then the gentleman, whose name was Mr. Sagacity, replied: “That is the City of Destruction, a bustling place, but full of people with poor character and idle habits.”

“I thought as much,” I said. “I once passed through that town myself, and I know your description is accurate.”

“Too true,” he replied. “I wish I could truthfully speak better of those who live there.”

“Well, sir,” I said, “you seem to be a man who delights in discussing what is good. Have you ever heard of a man named Christian who left that city to embark on a pilgrimage toward higher realms?”

Mr. Sagacity. “Heard of him? Indeed, I have! I’ve also heard of the troubles, dangers, wars, and fears he encountered on his journey. Let me tell you, his story is well-known throughout our country. Almost every household has heard of him and his pilgrimage, and many have sought out the records of his journey. Though people mocked him when he lived among us, now that he’s gone, he is highly praised. It’s said he lives gloriously where he is now, and many who won’t take the same risks envy his rewards.”

“And rightly so,” I replied. “If they understand the truth, they’ll know that Christian now lives in the fountain of life. He enjoys blessings without sorrow, for there is no grief in that place.”

Mr. Sagacity. “Indeed, people talk about him constantly. Some say he now walks in white robes, wears a gold chain around his neck, and a crown of gold adorned with pearls upon his head.”

“You have a few names even in Sardis who have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with Me in white, for they are worthy.”
—Revelation 3:4

“Then a white robe was given to each of them; and it was said to them that they should rest a little while longer, until both the number of their fellow servants and their brethren, who would be killed as they were, was completed.”
—Revelation 6:11

Mr. Sagacity. “Others say that the Shining Ones, who appeared to him during his journey, are now his constant companions, as familiar to him as neighbors once were.”

“Thus says the Lord of hosts: ‘If you will walk in My ways, and if you will keep My command, then you shall also judge My house, and likewise have charge of My courts; I will give you places to walk among these who stand here.’”
—Zechariah 3:7

Mr. Sagacity. “Furthermore, it’s said that the King of that country has already given him a richly furnished dwelling at court, where he eats, drinks, and enjoys the favor of the One who judges all.”

“Now when one of those who sat at the table with Him heard these things, he said to Him, ‘Blessed is he who shall eat bread in the kingdom of God!’”
—Luke 14:15

Mr. Sagacity. “Many believe that this Prince will soon visit these parts and inquire why Christian was so despised while he lived here.”

“Now Enoch, the seventh from Adam, prophesied about these men also, saying, ‘Behold, the Lord comes with ten thousands of His saints, to execute judgment on all, to convict all who are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have committed in an ungodly way, and of all the harsh things which ungodly sinners have spoken against Him.’”
—Jude 1:14–15

Mr. Sagacity. “His Prince is deeply concerned with the way Christian was treated, for all those wrongs were done for the sake of his love for his Sovereign.”

“He who hears you hears Me, he who rejects you rejects Me, and he who rejects Me rejects Him who sent Me.”
—Luke 10:16

“I’m glad to hear this,” I said, “both for Christian’s sake and because he now rests from his labors.”

“Then I heard a voice from heaven saying to me, ‘Write: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.’ ‘Yes,’ says the Spirit, ‘that they may rest from their labors, and their works follow them.’”
—Revelation 14:13

“And he now reaps with joy the harvest of his tears.”

“Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy. He who continually goes forth weeping, bearing seed for sowing, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.”
—Psalm 126:5–6

“He’s beyond the reach of his enemies and safe from their hate. I hope the news of his journey will inspire others. But tell me, do you know anything about his wife and children?”

Mr. Sagacity. “You mean Christiana and her sons? They’re doing as well as Christian himself! Though they initially rejected his pleadings, they eventually changed their minds. They’ve packed up and followed after him.”

“That’s wonderful news!” I exclaimed. “His wife and children too?”

Mr. Sagacity. “Yes, indeed. I was there when they left and saw the whole affair unfold. I can give you a full account of their journey if you’d like.”

“Please do,” I said. “I’d love to hear it.”

2. How Christiana Decided to Become a Pilgrim

This Christiana (for that was her name from the day she, along with her children, began their pilgrimage) found her thoughts deeply troubled after her husband had crossed over the river and she could no longer hear from him. At first, she grieved the loss of her husband, knowing the loving bond they once shared was broken. “You know,” said Mr. Sagacity, “it is only natural to be overcome with sorrow when remembering the loss of loved ones.” Thus, her husband’s absence cost Christiana many tears.

But that wasn’t all. She began to reflect on her behavior toward him and wondered if her unkind actions had been part of the reason he was taken from her. Memories of her unkindness, her ungodly behavior, and her refusal to listen to his pleas came flooding back, burdening her conscience with guilt. She recalled vividly his restless groans, his tearful prayers, and his heartfelt appeals to her and their sons to join him on his journey. Every word and action of Christian, while he bore the burden on his back, returned to her like a flash of lightning, tearing her heart apart.

Especially, his anguished cry, “What must I do to be saved?” haunted her most painfully. She then turned to her children and said, “Sons, we are ruined. I sinned against your father, and now he is gone. He begged us to go with him, but I refused, and in doing so, I’ve hindered your lives as well.”

Hearing this, the boys burst into tears and cried out, longing to follow their father.

“Oh,” Christiana lamented, “if only we had gone with him! How much better our lives would be now. I foolishly thought his troubles came from an overactive imagination or a melancholic spirit. But now I see they came from another source—the light of truth that was given to him. By that light, he escaped the snares of death.”

“For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man observing his natural face in a mirror; for he observes himself, goes away, and immediately forgets what kind of man he was. But he who looks into the perfect law of liberty and continues in it, and is not a forgetful hearer but a doer of the work, this one will be blessed in what he does.”
~ James 1:23–25 ~

The family wept again, crying, “Oh, how terrible this day has become for us!”

That night, Christiana had a dream. She saw a large parchment unrolled before her, detailing her life’s deeds. The record appeared grim and heavy with guilt. In her sleep, she cried out, “Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner!”

“And the tax collector, standing afar off, would not so much as raise his eyes to heaven but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’”
~ Luke 18:13 ~

Her cry startled the little children, who awoke and heard her.

After this, Christiana thought she saw two sinister figures standing by her bedside, whispering to each other: “What shall we do with this woman? She cries for mercy, whether awake or asleep. If she continues like this, we’ll lose her just as we lost her husband. We must find a way to distract her from thinking about eternity, or she will surely become a pilgrim.”

Christiana woke up in a cold sweat, trembling with fear. After a while, she fell asleep again and dreamed she saw her husband, Christian, in a place of indescribable joy. He was among a great company of immortals, holding a harp and playing it before One seated on a throne, surrounded by a radiant rainbow. She saw Christian bow low, his face to the ground, saying, “I heartily thank my Lord and King for bringing me to this place.” Then a multitude around him joined in song, their harps resounding, though the words of their praise could only be understood by Christian and his companions.

The next morning, Christiana rose early, prayed, and spoke with her children.

Suddenly, there came a loud knock at the door. She called out, “If you come in God’s name, come in!”

The visitor replied, “Amen,” and entered, greeting her with, “Peace be to this house!” After saluting her, he said, “Christiana, do you know why I’ve come?”

She blushed, her heart burning with curiosity. “My name is Secret,” he said. “I dwell with those who are high and holy. It is known where I dwell that you desire to go there, too. It is also reported that you regret the wrong you did to your husband by hardening your heart against his journey and keeping your children in ignorance.

Christiana, the Merciful One has sent me to tell you that He is a God who delights in forgiveness and offers abundant pardon. He invites you into His presence, to His table, where He will feed you with the riches of His house and the inheritance of Jacob, your forefather.

“Christian, your husband, is already there, with countless others, beholding the face that gives life to all who gaze upon it. They will rejoice when they hear the sound of your footsteps crossing your Father’s threshold.”

At this, Christiana was overcome and bowed low to the ground. The visitor continued, “Here is a letter for you, from your husband’s King.”

She took the letter and opened it, and it gave off the fragrance of the finest perfume:

“Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is ointment poured forth; therefore the virgins love you.”
~ Song of Solomon 1:3 ~

The letter, written in gold, read: “The King calls you to follow the path of your husband Christian, for that is the way to reach His City and dwell in His presence with everlasting joy.”

Overwhelmed, Christiana cried out, “Sir, will you take me and my children with you, so we may also worship this King?”

The visitor replied, “Christiana, the bitter comes before the sweet. Just as your husband faced trials on his journey, so must you. Go to the wicket gate across the plain; it marks the start of your journey. I wish you safe travels. Keep this letter close to your heart and read it often, both to yourself and to your children, until you know it by heart. It is one of the songs you will need on your pilgrimage.”

“Your decrees are the theme of my song wherever I lodge.”
~ Psalm 119:54 ~

“With this, you must present yourself at the far gate.”

In my dream, I noticed that the old gentleman telling me this story seemed deeply moved by it. He continued, saying:

“So Christiana gathered her sons and began to speak to them:

‘My sons, as you’ve likely noticed, I’ve been deeply troubled lately, reflecting on the death of your father. I don’t doubt his happiness—of that, I’m now fully convinced. But I’ve also been burdened with thoughts about my own condition, as well as yours. I truly believe that, by nature, we are in a wretched state. The way I treated your father during his distress weighs heavily on my conscience. I hardened both my heart and yours against him and refused to go with him on his pilgrimage.

‘These thoughts would have crushed me completely, if not for the dream I had last night and the encouragement this visitor has given me this morning. Come, my children, let’s pack our things and set out for the gate that leads to the Celestial Country. There, we will see your father and live in peace with him and his companions, according to the laws of that land.’

Her children wept with joy at their mother’s resolve, and after the visitor bid them farewell, they began preparing for their journey.”

3. Visit from Mrs. Timorous and Mercy

While Christiana and her children were preparing to leave, two of her neighbors came to the house and knocked at the door. Christiana, as she had done before, said, “If you come in God’s name, come in.” The women were taken aback, for they weren’t used to hearing such words from her. Nevertheless, they entered, only to find Christiana getting ready to leave her home.

They asked, “Neighbor, what’s the meaning of this?”

Christiana turned to the eldest of them, Mrs. Timorous, and said, “I’m preparing for a journey.”

Now, this Mrs. Timorous was the daughter of the man who had tried to convince Christian to turn back on the Hill of Difficulty because he feared the lions.

“For what journey, may I ask?” Mrs. Timorous inquired.

“To follow after my dear husband,” Christiana replied, and her eyes filled with tears.

“I hope that’s not true, dear neighbor,” Mrs. Timorous said. “For the sake of your poor children, don’t be so reckless as to throw your life away.”

“My children are coming with me,” Christiana said firmly. “Not one of them wants to stay behind.”

Mrs. Timorous looked astonished. “I can’t imagine what has brought you to this decision.”

“Oh, neighbor, if only you knew what I know,” Christiana replied. “I don’t doubt that you’d want to come with me.”

“And what new revelation have you had,” Mrs. Timorous asked skeptically, “that has so turned your mind away from your home and friends, luring you to an unknown place?”

Christiana answered, “Since my husband’s departure, and especially since he crossed the river, I’ve been deeply troubled. But what grieves me most is the harsh way I treated him during his distress. Now I feel as he did then—nothing will satisfy me but to go on pilgrimage. Last night, I dreamed of him, and oh, how I long for my soul to be where his is! He lives now in the presence of the King, dines at His table, and keeps company with immortals. A house has been given to him, one that makes even the finest palaces on earth look like refuse in comparison.”

“For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God—an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile, we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and feel burdened—not because we wish to be unclothed, but to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.”
~ 2 Corinthians 5:1-4 ~

The Prince of that glorious place has also sent for me, promising a warm welcome when I arrive. His messenger just visited, bringing me a letter of invitation.” Christiana pulled out the letter and read it aloud, then said, “Now, what do you say to this?”

Mrs. Timorous exclaimed, “Oh, how foolish you and your husband are to take on such hardships! Haven’t you heard what troubles he faced, even at the very beginning of his journey? Our neighbor Obstinate can confirm it—he went with him for a while, as did Pliable, but they wisely turned back, unwilling to go further.

“Think of the lions, Apollyon, the Shadow of Death, and all the other dangers your husband encountered! And don’t forget the trials he endured at Vanity Fair. If he, a man, struggled so much, how do you, a poor woman, expect to survive? Consider also your four sweet children—they are your own flesh and blood. Even if you’re reckless enough to risk your own life, at least think of them and stay home for their sake!”

But Christiana answered, “Don’t try to tempt me, neighbor. God has placed an opportunity before me, and it would be foolish not to seize it. As for the troubles you’ve mentioned, they don’t discourage me; they only confirm that I’m on the right path. The bitter must come before the sweet, and that makes the sweet even sweeter. Since you didn’t come here in God’s name, as I asked, I beg you to leave and stop disturbing me.”

Mrs. Timorous scoffed and turned to her companion. “Come, neighbor Mercy, let’s leave her to her foolishness. She clearly despises our advice and company.”

But Mercy hesitated, torn between two thoughts. On one hand, her heart was moved with compassion for Christiana, so she thought, If my neighbor insists on going, I’ll walk with her for a while to help her. On the other hand, Christiana’s words had touched her deeply, and she pondered, If there’s truth and life in what she says, I may join her with all my heart.

Finally, Mercy said, “Neighbor, I did come with you to visit Christiana, but since she’s saying her last goodbyes to this place, I think I’ll walk with her a little this beautiful morning to assist her on her way.”

But she kept her second reason to herself.

Mrs. Timorous shook her head. “I see you’re set on playing the fool as well. But be warned—stay out of danger while you can, because once you’re in, there’s no turning back!”

Mrs. Timorous and Her Friends

“So Mrs. Timorous returned to her house, and Christiana set out on her journey. Once Timorous got home, she gathered some of her neighbors—Mrs. Bat’s-Eyes, Mrs. Inconsiderate, Mrs. Light-Mind, and Mrs. Know-Nothing. When they arrived, she began sharing what she had witnessed:

‘Neighbors, I had some free time this morning, so I decided to visit Christiana. When I knocked on her door, she greeted me with, “If you come in God’s name, come in.” It caught me off guard, but I went inside, thinking all was fine. To my surprise, I found her packing, ready to leave town with her children. I asked her what she was doing, and she told me she had decided to go on a pilgrimage, just like her husband. She even shared a dream she had and claimed the King of the country her husband went to had sent her a letter, inviting her to come.’

“‘And do you think she’ll actually go?’ asked Mrs. Know-Nothing.

“‘Oh, she’ll go,’ Timorous replied. ‘No doubt about it. Ironically, the dangers I warned her about only seem to encourage her. She even said, “The bitter comes before the sweet, and it makes the sweet that much sweeter.” Can you believe it?’

“‘What a blind and foolish woman,’ scoffed Mrs. Bat’s-Eyes. ‘Didn’t she learn anything from her husband’s hardships? If he were still here, he’d surely stay put and avoid all that trouble.’

“Mrs. Inconsiderate chimed in, ‘Good riddance, I say. If she stayed, who could stand her company? She’d either mope around or ramble on about things no sensible person cares for. Let her leave—she’s doing us all a favor. Maybe someone more reasonable will take her place. Honestly, the world’s better off without these dreamers.’

“‘Enough of this dull talk,’ added Mrs. Light-Mind. ‘Yesterday, I was at Madam Wanton’s, and we had such a merry time! Guess who was there? Me, Mrs. Love-the-Flesh, and a few others, along with Mr. Lechery and Mrs. Filth. We had music, dancing, and plenty to keep us entertained. Madam Wanton is such a charming hostess, and Mr. Lechery—what a delightful fellow!’

4. Uncertainties

By this time, Christiana had started her journey, and Mercy was accompanying her. As they walked, Christiana’s children were with them as well. Christiana turned to Mercy and said, “Mercy, I count it a great and unexpected blessing that you’ve decided to join me on this journey, even if only for a little while.”

Mercy: Young Mercy (for she was still quite young) replied, “If I thought this journey would truly lead somewhere worthwhile, I’d never return to the town again.”

Christiana: “Well, Mercy,” Christiana said, “join me fully on this pilgrimage. I’m confident of its end. My husband is now where no treasure on earth could tempt him to leave. And I know you won’t be turned away, even though you come along because of my invitation. The King who has called me and my children loves mercy. Moreover, if it pleases you, I’ll hire you as a companion and servant. But everything will be shared between us equally—just come with me.”

Mercy: “But how can I be sure I’ll be accepted? If someone trustworthy could confirm that, I wouldn’t hesitate, no matter how difficult the journey might be.”

Christiana: “Loving Mercy, here’s what you can do. Come with me to the Wicket Gate, and I’ll ask about you there. If you don’t receive encouragement, you’re free to return home, and I’ll still reward you for your kindness in accompanying me and my children this far.”

Mercy: “I’ll go, then, and leave everything to what comes. May the Lord guide my steps, and may my place be with Him, as He wills.”

Christiana’s heart was filled with joy—not just because she had a companion but because she had helped this poor young woman seek her own salvation. They continued on together, and soon Mercy began to weep.

Christiana asked, “Why are you crying, my dear sister?”

Mercy: “Oh, who could help but cry when thinking about the terrible state of my family and friends still living in our sinful town? What makes it even harder is knowing they have no one to guide or warn them about what’s ahead.”

Christiana: “Compassion is fitting for pilgrims like us. You grieve for your loved ones just as my dear husband, Christian, grieved for me when he left. He wept because I wouldn’t listen to him or take his warnings seriously. But our Lord collected his tears in His bottle, and now we—and these dear children—are reaping the blessings of his prayers and tears. I trust, Mercy, that your tears will also bear fruit. For it’s written: ‘Those who sow in tears will reap with joy. Those who go out weeping, carrying precious seed, will surely return with songs of joy, bringing their harvest with them.’”

“Those who sow in tears will reap with joy.
Those who go out weeping, carrying precious seed,
Will surely return with songs of joy, bringing their sheaves with them.”
—Psalm 126:5–6

Then Mercy said:

“Let the Most Blessed guide my way,
If it be His gracious will,
To His gate, into His fold,
And up His holy hill.

May He keep me steadfast, Lord,
From wandering far astray;
By His free grace and holy path,
Let me not lose my way.

And gather, Lord, my loved ones too,
Those whom I’ve left behind.
Make their hearts and minds Thine own,
In love and truth aligned.”m

The Swamp of Despond

Now my old friend continued, saying, “When Christiana came to the Slough of Despond, she hesitated. ‘This,’ she said, ‘is the place where my dear husband nearly sank in the mire.’ She also noticed that, despite the King’s command to make this place safer for pilgrims, it seemed worse than before.” I asked, “Is that true?”

“Yes,” replied the old man, “it’s sadly true. Many claim to be the King’s workers, mending His highways, but instead of bringing proper stones, they bring noise and filth, making the path worse rather than better. So Christiana, along with her children, paused. But Mercy urged, ‘Let’s press on, though carefully.’

They paid close attention to their steps and, though unsteadily, managed to cross. Yet Christiana nearly fell into the mire more than once.

As soon as they made it across, they thought they heard a voice saying, ‘Blessed is she who believes, for there will be a fulfillment of what the Lord has promised.’

“Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord.”
—Luke 1:45

They pressed on. Mercy turned to Christiana and said, “If I had the same assurance of a warm welcome at the Wicket Gate as you do, no Swamp of Despond could discourage me.”

Christiana replied, “’you know your affliction, and I know mine, my dear friend, and trust me, we’ll face plenty of difficulties before we reach our journey’s end. How could it be otherwise? Those of us who seek such heavenly rewards and are so envied for our hope should expect to encounter fear, trouble, and opposition from those who despise us.”

5. Knocking at the Gate

And now Mr. Sagacity left me to finish dreaming on my own. In my dream, I saw Christiana, Mercy, and the boys arrive at the gate. They stopped to discuss how they should approach the gatekeeper and what they ought to say when the door opened. Since Christiana was the eldest, they decided she would knock and speak on behalf of the others.

Christiana stepped forward and began to knock, just as her late husband had done—knocking once, then again. But instead of someone answering, they heard the sound of a large dog barking fiercely. The noise frightened the women and children, and they hesitated, unsure of what to do next. They feared the dog might attack if they knocked again, yet they dared not retreat, lest the gatekeeper see them leaving and take offense.

After much anxious deliberation, they summoned their courage and knocked again, this time more firmly and persistently. At last, the gatekeeper called out, “Who’s there?” Immediately, the barking stopped, and the gate swung open.

Christiana bowed low and said, “Please, my lord, do not be angry with your humble servants for knocking at your noble gate.”

The gatekeeper replied, “Where do you come from, and what do you seek?”

Christiana answered, “We come from the same place as Christian, on the same journey he undertook. We humbly ask to be admitted through this gate so we may follow the path to the Celestial City. I am Christiana, the widow of Christian, who has now entered his eternal rest.”

The gatekeeper, surprised, exclaimed, “What? Has she become a pilgrim, though not long ago she rejected this way of life?”

Christiana bowed her head and said, “Yes, my lord. I have changed, and these my dear children have joined me on this journey.”

Then he took Christiana by the hand, welcomed her in, and said, “Let the little children come to Me.” With that, he closed the gate behind them. He then called to a trumpeter positioned above the gate and instructed him to celebrate Christiana’s arrival with the sound of joyful music.

As the trumpet resounded, filling the air with its melodious notes, the gatekeeper proclaimed, “I tell you, there is more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.”
~ Luke 15:7 ~

While all this was happening, poor Mercy remained outside, trembling and weeping, fearing she had been rejected. After Christiana and her boys were admitted, Christiana began to plead for Mercy’s entry.

“My Lord,” she said, “I have a companion still outside. She has come here for the same purpose as I have, but she feels unworthy and fears she wasn’t invited, unlike me, who was sent for by my husband’s King.”

Mercy, growing increasingly distressed, couldn’t bear the wait any longer. Each passing moment felt like an hour. Before Christiana could continue her plea, Mercy mustered her courage and knocked on the gate herself—so loudly that it startled Christiana.

The gatekeeper called out, “Who’s there?”

Christiana replied, “It’s my friend.”

The gatekeeper opened the door and looked out, but Mercy had collapsed outside, overwhelmed with fear and sorrow, thinking she would never be let in.

He gently took her by the hand and said, “Young woman, arise.”

“Oh, sir,” Mercy said faintly, “I’m so weak I can barely stand.”

He reassured her, saying, *“Remember, someone once said, ‘When my soul was faint within me, I remembered the Lord, and my prayer reached His holy temple.’”
~ Jonah 2:7 ~

“Fear not,” he continued. “Stand on your feet and tell Me why you have come.”

Mercy: I have come, but not with the same invitation my friend Christiana received. Hers was from the King, but mine was only from her. That’s why I fear I may be presuming too much.

Gatekeeper: Did she invite you to come with her to this place?

Mercy: Yes, and as you can see, I’ve come. If there’s any grace or forgiveness of sins left to share, I humbly ask to receive it, though I am but your poor servant.

The gatekeeper gently took her hand again and led her inside, saying, “I welcome all who believe in Me, regardless of how they come.” He then turned to those nearby and said, “Bring something to help Mercy regain her strength.”

They brought her a bundle of myrrh, and after a while, she revived.

Now Christiana, her boys, and Mercy were all received warmly by the Lord at the beginning of the path. He spoke kindly to them, and they said, “We are sorry for our sins and humbly seek Your forgiveness. Please also guide us on what we should do next.”

The gatekeeper replied, “I grant forgiveness both in word and in deed: in word, through the promise of pardon; in deed, by the sacrifice through which I obtained it. Accept the promise from my lips with a kiss, and the deed as I reveal it to you.”

“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.”
~ Song of Solomon 1:2 ~

And after saying this, he showed them his hands and side. They were filled with joy when they saw the Lord.
~ John 20:20 ~

In my dream, I saw that he spoke many encouraging words to them, which brought them great joy. He also brought them up to the top of the gate and showed them the deed by which they had been saved. He told them that they would see this sight again along their journey, to comfort them.

Afterward, he left them for a while in a cozy summer parlor below, where they began to talk among themselves.

Christiana: “Oh, how thankful I am that we’ve made it inside!”

Mercy: “And rightly so! But I have even more reason to leap for joy.”

Christiana: “At one point, when I stood at the gate knocking and no one answered, I feared all our effort had been in vain—especially when that horrible dog barked so fiercely at us.”

Mercy: “My greatest fear came after you were welcomed in, and I was left outside. I thought, ‘It’s just as the Scripture says:

‘Two women will be grinding grain together; one will be taken and the other left.’
~ Matthew 24:41 ~

I could barely keep myself from crying out, ‘I’m lost, I’m lost!’ I was even afraid to knock again. But then I looked up and read what was written above the gate, and it gave me courage. I realized I must either knock once more or perish. So I knocked—though I can hardly say how, for my spirit was struggling between life and death.”

Christiana: “You don’t know how you knocked? Your knocking was so intense it startled me! I don’t think I’ve ever heard such knocking. I thought you were going to burst through the gate by force and take the Kingdom by storm!”

‘From the days of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven has been subjected to violence, and the violent take it by force.’
~ Matthew 11:12 ~

Mercy: “Alas! In my situation, who wouldn’t have knocked like that? You saw the door shut in my face, and that terrifying dog nearby. Who, being as fearful as I was, wouldn’t have pounded on the door with all their strength? But tell me, did my Lord take offense at my boldness? Was He angry with me?”

Christiana: “When He heard your persistent knocking, He smiled—such a kind and gentle smile. I think He was pleased with your determination, for He showed no sign of displeasure. But I do wonder why He keeps such a fearsome dog. Had I known beforehand, I might not have had the courage to come. Still, now that we’re inside, I’m deeply grateful.”

Mercy: “If you don’t mind, next time He comes down, I’ll ask Him why He keeps that dreadful dog in His yard. I hope He won’t be offended.”

The children chimed in: “Yes, please ask! And persuade Him to get rid of it—we’re afraid it might bite us when we leave.”

When the Lord returned, Mercy fell to the ground before Him in worship and said, “Let my Lord accept this sacrifice of praise I offer with the fruit of my lips.”

He gently said to her, “Peace be with you; rise.”

But Mercy remained prostrate and continued, “Righteous are You, O Lord, when I bring my case before You; yet let me speak to You about Your judgments:

‘Righteous are You, O Lord, when I plead with You; yet let me talk with You about Your judgments. Why does the way of the wicked prosper? Why are those who deal treacherously so happy? You plant them, and they take root; they grow and produce fruit. You are near to their mouths but far from their hearts.’
~ Jeremiah 12:1-2 ~

“Why, Lord, do You keep such a fierce dog in Your yard, one that frightens women and children like us, making us want to run from Your gate in fear?”

He answered, “That dog belongs to someone else and is kept on another man’s property. My pilgrims only hear his barking. He comes from the castle you see in the distance, and while he can approach the walls of this place, he cannot come in. His master keeps him to scare pilgrims away from Me, hoping to deter them from knocking at this gate.

Still, many honest pilgrims have been driven from worse paths to better ones by the sound of his roaring. The dog’s master has no goodwill toward Me or My people. His aim is to frighten pilgrims so they won’t seek entry here. Occasionally, the dog has broken loose and harmed some I love, but I take it patiently and provide timely help to My pilgrims so they are never completely at his mercy.

But tell me, My dear one: even if you had known all this beforehand, would you really have been afraid of a dog? Beggars, in their desperation for alms, will risk a dog’s barking, growling, or even biting rather than walk away empty-handed. So why should the barking of a dog, one kept on another man’s land and whose noise I use for the good of pilgrims, stop anyone from coming to Me? I deliver My people from lions and protect them from the power of the dog.”

Mercy: “I admit my ignorance. I spoke without understanding. I see now that You do all things well.”

At that, Christiana began to ask about their journey and the path ahead. He provided food, washed their feet, and set them on the right road, just as He had done for her husband before.

In my dream, I saw them continue on their way, enjoying pleasant weather for their journey.

Then Christiana began to sing:

“Blessed be the day I chose
To be a pilgrim here;
And blessed too the One who urged
Me on this path so clear.

Though I delayed for far too long,
To seek eternal life

I now press on with zeal;
Better late than never, I say.

Our tears to joy, our fears to faith,
Are turned as we proceed;
Our start, as one has said,
Points to our journey’s end.”

6. Dangers and Protector

On the other side of the wall that bordered the path Christiana and her companions were traveling was a garden, belonging to the same owner as the barking dog previously mentioned. Some of the fruit trees in the garden had branches that stretched over the wall, and their fruit often fell to the ground. Those who found the fallen fruit would sometimes eat it, only to their harm.

Christiana’s boys, being curious and playful as boys often are, were drawn to the fruit hanging from the branches. They plucked some and began to eat. Though Christiana scolded them, they continued.

“My sons,” she said, “you are in the wrong; that fruit does not belong to us.” She didn’t realize, however, that the fruit came from the enemy’s garden. Had she known, it would have terrified her. Nevertheless, they moved on.

A short distance further—about two bowshots from where they had entered the path—they noticed two rough-looking men approaching quickly. Seeing them, Christiana and Mercy covered their faces with their veils and continued walking. The boys went ahead of them, but eventually, the men caught up with the women.

The men came close, as if intending to embrace them, but Christiana firmly said, “Stand back or pass by peacefully, as you should.”

The men, acting as though they hadn’t heard her, grabbed at them. Christiana, growing angry, kicked at them with her feet, while Mercy did her best to resist as well. Christiana shouted again, “Stand back and leave us alone! We have no money to lose. We are pilgrims, as you can see, living only by the kindness of others.”

The Ill-Favored Ones. One of the men said, “We’re not after your money. We’ve come to offer you something. If you grant us one simple request, we’ll make you great women forever.”

Christiana. Suspecting their intentions, Christiana replied, “We will not listen, consider, or agree to anything you ask. We’re in a hurry and can’t stay. Our journey is one of life and death.” She and her companions tried once more to pass by, but the men blocked their way.

The Ill-Favored Ones. “We don’t mean to harm your lives. It’s something else we’re after.”

Christiana. “Ah,” said Christiana, “you want to take both body and soul—that’s your real purpose. But we’d rather die here and now than fall into such traps that endanger our eternal well-being.”

At that, both Christiana and Mercy screamed, “Help! Murder! Help!” and called upon the laws meant to protect women from such threats:

“If a young woman, a virgin pledged to be married, is found in the city and a man forces her to lie with him, you shall do nothing to the young woman; she has committed no sin deserving death. This case is like that of someone who attacks and murders a neighbor. For he found her in the field, and though she cried for help, there was no one to rescue her.”
~ Deuteronomy 22:23-27 ~

The men kept advancing, determined to overpower Christiana and her companions, so the women cried out again.

Since they were not far from the gate they had recently entered, their cries were heard by those inside. Recognizing Christiana’s voice, some from the house hurried out to help. By the time they reached them, the women were struggling desperately, and the children stood by, crying in fear.

The one who came to their aid shouted at the attackers, “What do you think you’re doing? Would you cause my Lord’s people to stumble?” He moved to apprehend them, but the men fled, climbing over the wall into the garden of the man who owned the fierce dog. There, the dog became their protector.

The Reliever turned to the women and asked, “Are you all right?”

They replied, “Thank the Prince, we are mostly fine, though very shaken. And we thank you for coming to our aid—without you, we would have been overcome.”

Reliever. After comforting them, the Reliever said, “I’m surprised that when you were welcomed at the gate, knowing your vulnerability as women, you didn’t ask the Lord for a guide. With one, you could have avoided this danger entirely. He surely would have granted your request.”

Christiana. “Alas,” Christiana sighed, “we were so overwhelmed by the blessings of that moment that we forgot the dangers ahead. Who would have thought that such evil lurked so near the King’s palace? We should have asked for a guide, but since the Lord knew this would benefit us, I wonder why He didn’t send one anyway.”

Reliever. “The Lord doesn’t always grant what isn’t requested, lest it be undervalued. When we feel the lack of something, we learn its true worth, and we’ll be more mindful to use it well in the future. Had He provided a guide without you asking, you wouldn’t have recognized your oversight as clearly as you do now. Everything works for good, teaching you to be more cautious.”

Christiana. “Should we return to the gate and confess our foolishness, asking for a guide?”

Reliever. “I’ll present your confession of folly to the Lord, but there’s no need to turn back. Wherever you go, you’ll lack nothing. Every lodging prepared by the Lord for His pilgrims is fully equipped to protect you from all dangers. Yet, as I said, the Lord desires that His people ask for His help:

‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: I will allow the house of Israel to inquire of Me to do this for them; I will increase their numbers like a flock.’
~ Ezekiel 36:37 ~

It’s a poor gift indeed if it’s not worth asking for.”

After saying this, the Reliever returned to his place, and the pilgrims continued their journey.

Mercy. “What an abrupt change!” said Mercy. “I thought we had passed all danger and would never face sorrow again.”

Christiana. “Your innocence, my sister,” replied Christiana, “may excuse you. But as for me, I bear greater blame. I foresaw this danger before we even left home, yet I failed to prepare for it when the opportunity was there. I am much at fault.”

Mercy. “How did you know about this beforehand?” asked Mercy. “Please explain this mystery to me.”

Christiana. “I’ll tell you. Before I left home, one night as I lay in bed, I had a dream. In it, I saw two men who looked exactly like those we just encountered, standing at the foot of my bed. They were scheming about how to stop me from being saved. I remember their very words. They said, during the time of my great trouble: ‘What shall we do with this woman? She cries out, day and night, for forgiveness. If we let her continue like this, we’ll lose her as we lost her husband.’ You see, this dream should have warned me to be on guard and seek help when I had the chance.”

Mercy. “Even so,” said Mercy, “this failure has given us an opportunity to see our own weaknesses, and our Lord has used it to show us the depth of His grace. Despite our neglect, He has followed us with undeserved kindness and delivered us from those who were far stronger than we, all because of His abundant mercy.”

7. House of the Interpreter

As they continued talking, they approached a house that stood along the way, a house built for the comfort of pilgrims, as you will read more about in the first part of Pilgrim’s Progress. They drew closer to the house, the house of the Interpreter, and when they reached the door, they heard a lot of conversation coming from inside. They listened closely and thought they heard Christiana’s name mentioned. You should know that even before her arrival, there had been talk of her and her children setting out on pilgrimage, and this was particularly exciting because they had heard that Christiana was Christian’s wife—the woman who had once been so resistant to the idea of going on pilgrimage.

So they paused and listened as the people inside spoke kindly of her, unaware that she was standing at the door. Finally, Christiana knocked, just as she had done at the gate before. When she knocked, a young maiden named Innocent came to the door. She opened it, looked out, and saw two women standing there.

Innocent. “Who would you like to speak with here?” she asked.

Christiana. “We understand that this is a special place for those who are pilgrims, and we are such at this door. We ask that you allow us to partake in the hospitality provided here, for as you can see, the day is far spent, and we are hesitant to travel any further this evening.”

Innocent. “May I have your name, so I can tell it to my Lord inside?”

Christiana. “My name is Christiana. I was the wife of that pilgrim who traveled this way some years ago. These are his four children, and this young woman here is my companion, also on pilgrimage.”

Innocent. Innocent then ran inside, exclaiming, “Can you believe who is at the door? It’s Christiana, with her children and companion, all here waiting for a place to stay.”

They leapt for joy and immediately went to inform their master. When he came to the door, he looked at her and said, “Are you that CHRISTIANA, the wife of CHRISTIAN, the good man, who left behind when he set off on his pilgrimage?”

Christiana replied, “Yes, I am the woman who once hardened her heart and ignored my husband’s struggles, leaving him to go on alone. Now, I too have come, convinced that this is the only true path.”

Interpreter said, “Then the words spoken by the father to his son are fulfilled: ‘Go, work today in my vineyard.’ The son initially refused, but later repented and went.”

Christiana replied, “Amen. I pray this be true for me, and that I may be found at the end of my journey, in peace, without spot or blemish.”

Interpreter continued, “Why are you standing at the door? Come in, daughter of Abraham. We were just talking about you, and we’ve already heard of your decision to become a pilgrim. Come in, children, come in, maiden.” And he invited them all inside.

Once inside, they were asked to sit and rest. While they were resting, those who helped pilgrims in the house came in to greet them. Some smiled, others beamed with joy, all glad to see that CHRISTIANA had joined the pilgrimage. They also warmly greeted her children, gently stroking their faces as a sign of welcome. Mercy was also received kindly, and they were all made to feel at home in the master’s house.

Lessons

After a while, as supper was not yet ready, the INTERPRETER took them into his notable rooms and showed them the scenes that CHRISTIAN, CHRISTIANA’s husband, had seen some time before. Here, they saw the man in the cage, the man with his dream, the man who fought his enemies, and the picture of the greatest one among them—all along with the other things that had been so helpful to CHRISTIAN.

The Man with the Muck Rake

Once these things had been somewhat reflected upon by CHRISTIANA and her company, the INTERPRETER took them aside again. He first led them into a room where a man stood, looking only downwards, holding a muck rake. Above him stood someone offering him a celestial crown, but the man didn’t look up or pay attention, instead focusing on raking up the straw, small sticks, and dust from the floor.

CHRISTIANA then said, “I believe I understand the meaning of this; this is a picture of someone focused only on the things of this world. Is it not, sir?”

INTERPRETER replied, “You are right. His muck rake represents his carnal mind. And when you see him ignoring the crown being offered and instead raking up the dust, it shows that heaven is nothing but a fable to some, while the things of this earth are considered the only real, valuable things. And the fact that he can look only downwards shows that when earthly things dominate a person’s mind, they pull their heart away from God.”

CHRISTIANA then said, “Oh, deliver me from this muck rake!”

INTERPRETER replied, “That prayer has been neglected for so long, it is almost forgotten. ‘Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is convenient for me.’” ~ Proverbs 30:8 ~

“Sadly, that is the prayer of only a few. For most, straws, sticks, and dust are the things they pursue with all their heart.”

At this, MERCY and CHRISTIANA wept and said, “It is, alas! too true.”

The Spider in a Grand Room

After showing them this, the INTERPRETER led them to the finest room in the house—an elegant room indeed. He asked them to look around and see if they could find anything of value. They looked around carefully but saw nothing but a large spider on the wall, which they initially overlooked.

MERCI then said, “Sir, I see nothing.” But CHRISTIANA remained silent.

The INTERPRETER responded, “Look again.” She looked once more and said, “All I see is an ugly spider hanging on the wall.” The INTERPRETER asked, “Is that the only spider in this grand room?”

This brought tears to CHRISTIANA’S eyes, as she was quick to understand. She replied, “Yes, Lord, there is more than one; in fact, there are spiders whose venom is far more destructive than this one.”

The INTERPRETER smiled at her and said, “You have spoken the truth.” This made MERCY blush, and the boys hid their faces, as they now understood the deeper meaning of the scene.

The INTERPRETER continued, “The spider takes hold with her hands, and yet she is found even in the palaces of kings.” ~ Proverbs 30:28 ~

And why is this recorded, but to show you that, no matter how full of sin you may be, by the hand of faith, you can still reach out and take hold of, and live in the best room that belongs to the King’s house above?

CHRISTIANA replied, “I had an inkling of this, but I couldn’t quite grasp it all. I thought we were like spiders, ugly creatures, no matter how fine the room we were in. But that we were to learn how to act in faith from this venomous, ill-favored creature—that never crossed my mind. Yet, she has taken hold with her hands, as I see, and dwells in the best room in the house. God has made nothing in vain.”

At this, they all seemed happy, though tears filled their eyes. Still, they looked at one another and bowed before the INTERPRETER.

He then led them into another room where there was a hen and her chicks and asked them to observe for a while. One of the chicks went to the trough to drink, and each time she drank, she lifted her head and eyes toward heaven. “Look,” said the INTERPRETER, “at what this little chick does, and learn from her to acknowledge where your blessings come from by receiving them with an upward gaze.” He continued, “Now, observe more closely.” So they paid attention, and noticed that the hen moved in four distinct ways toward her chicks:

She had a general call, which she made all day long.
She had a special call, which she made only at certain times.
She had a brooding note.
She had an outcry.

“‘O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!’” ~ Matthew 23:37 ~

INTERPRETER said, “Now, compare this hen to your King, and these chicks to His obedient followers. Just as the hen has her methods for caring for her chicks, so too does the King have His ways of relating to His people. Through His general call, He offers nothing, but through His special call, He always has something to give. He also has a nurturing voice for those under His care, and He cries out to warn when He sees the enemy approaching. I have chosen to show you these things because you are women, and these lessons are especially suited to you.”

CHRISTIANA responded, “And, sir, please show us more.”

So, he led them into the slaughterhouse, where a butcher was killing a sheep. The sheep was calm and accepted her fate patiently. INTERPRETER said, “You must learn from this sheep to endure suffering and wrongs without complaints. See how quietly she accepts her death and how without objection, she allows her skin to be removed. Your King calls you His sheep.”

Next, he took them into his garden, where there were many different flowers. “Do you see all these?” he asked. “Yes,” replied CHRISTIANA. “Notice,” said the INTERPRETER, “the flowers vary in size, quality, color, fragrance, and value, and some are better than others. Also, notice how they don’t quarrel but stand where the gardener has placed them.”

Then, he took them to his field, which was sown with wheat and corn. But when they looked, they saw that the tops of all the plants had been cut off, and only the straw remained. “This ground was fertilized, plowed, and sown,” he said. “But what should we do with this crop?” CHRISTIANA replied, “Burn some, and use the rest for manure.” The INTERPRETER responded, “You see, fruit is what you expect, and when it’s missing, you condemn it to the fire and to be trampled underfoot. Be careful not to do the same to yourselves.”

As they were returning, they saw a little robin with a large spider in its mouth. INTERPRETER said, “Look at this.” They watched, and MERCY was amazed, but CHRISTIANA said, “What a shame it is for such a beautiful little bird as the robin, especially since it’s known for its sociable nature with humans! I thought they only ate crumbs of bread or something harmless. Now I think less of it.”

The INTERPRETER replied, “This robin is a fitting symbol of some people who profess faith. On the surface, they appear to be like this robin—attractive, with good manners, and eager to associate with sincere believers. They seem to feed on the good crumbs of godliness. But when they are alone, like the robin, they feast on sin, exchanging their diet of good things for wickedness, consuming sin as if it were water.”

When they returned to the house, supper wasn’t ready yet, so CHRISTIANA asked the INTERPRETER to show them more things that were helpful.

INTERPRETER began, “The fatter the sow, the more she desires the mud; the fatter the ox, the more joyfully he goes to the slaughter; and the healthier the strong man, the more prone he is to evil.

“There is a natural desire in women to look neat and refined, and it’s a good thing to be adorned with what is precious in God’s sight.

“It’s easier to watch for one or two nights than to stay awake for a whole year. Likewise, it’s easier to start professing faith than to remain steadfast until the end.

“Every ship captain, in a storm, will gladly throw overboard anything of little value. But who will throw out the most valuable cargo first? Only someone who fears nothing but God.

“One leak can sink a ship, and one sin can destroy a sinner.

“Whoever forgets his friend is ungrateful, but forgetting your Savior is unmerciful to yourself.

“Living in sin while expecting future happiness is like sowing weeds and hoping for a harvest of wheat or barley.

“To live well, let your final day be your constant companion, keeping you mindful of how to live each day.

“Whispers and a constant changing of thoughts show that sin is active in the world.

“If the world, which God despises, is considered so valuable by men, how much more valuable is heaven, which God praises?

“If we are so reluctant to let go of this life, full of troubles, how much more should we long for the life that awaits us in heaven!

“Everyone praises the goodness of men, but who truly marvels at the goodness of God?

“Each time we sit down to eat, we consume and move on; in the same way, there is in Jesus Christ more merit and righteousness than the world could ever need.”

When the INTERPRETER finished, he took them back to his garden and showed them a tree with a beautiful outside but rotten inside. “What does this mean?” asked MERCY. “This tree,” said the INTERPRETER, “is like many in God’s garden—appearing lovely on the outside, yet their hearts are good only for Satan’s use. They may speak highly of God but do nothing for Him, bearing fair leaves but inside, they are good only for destruction.”

Supper with the Interpreter

When supper was ready, the table was set, and everything was prepared, they sat down to eat after a prayer of thanksgiving. As was his custom, the INTERPRETER entertained his guests with music during the meal, and the minstrels played. There was also one who sang, and he had a beautiful voice.

His song was this:

“The Lord is my only support, And He who provides for me; How can I want for anything, When in Him I stand complete?”

When the song and music ended, the INTERPRETER asked CHRISTIANA, “What first inspired you to take up the pilgrim’s journey?”

CHRISTIANA replied, “First, I mourned the loss of my husband, which grieved me deeply, but that was simply natural affection. Then I thought about his troubles and pilgrimage, and how harshly I had treated him regarding his journey. Guilt weighed on my heart, and almost led me to despair, but then I had a dream about his well-being and received a letter from the King of the land where my husband resides, calling me to join him. The dream and the letter moved me so strongly that I had no choice but to begin this journey.”

Inter. “Did you face no opposition before you left?”

Chris. “Yes, I did. A neighbor of mine, Mrs. TIMOROUS, who was related to the man who tried to persuade my husband to turn back for fear of the lions, mocked me for what she called my ‘reckless decision.’ She tried everything to dishearten me, reminding me of the difficulties and dangers my husband faced on his journey. But I overcame her discouragement. However, I had a troubling dream of two sinister figures plotting to ruin my journey, and this still haunts me. It makes me fearful of anyone I meet, thinking they might harm me or lead me off track. In fact, I must confess to you, though I don’t want everyone to know, that we were attacked between the gate and the entrance to the path. The two who assaulted us looked just like the figures I saw in my dream.”

Inter. “Your beginning is good; your end will be even better.” Then turning to MERCY, he asked, “And what prompted you to join this journey, my dear?”

MERCY blushed and trembled, remaining silent for a moment.

Inter. “Don’t be afraid; just trust and share your heart.”

Mer. “Well, sir, my lack of experience makes me hesitant to speak, and it’s also what fills me with fears about failing in the end. I can’t speak of visions or dreams like my friend CHRISTIANA, nor can I regret my refusal of the advice of those who were close to me.”

Inter. “Then what, dear one, led you to choose this path?”

Mer. “Well, when our friend here was preparing to leave, another friend and I went to visit her. We knocked and entered her house. When we saw what she was doing, we asked what it meant. She told us she had been called to join her husband, and she shared how she had dreamed of him living in a beautiful place among immortals, wearing a crown, playing a harp, feasting at his Prince’s table, and singing praises to Him. As she spoke, my heart burned within me, and I thought, ‘If this is true, I will leave my father, my mother, and my homeland, and if possible, I will follow CHRISTIANA.’ So, I asked her for more details and whether she would let me join her, for I saw that there was no hope for me in our town anymore. I left with a heavy heart, not because I didn’t want to go, but because I was leaving so many relatives behind. But I came with all my heart’s desire, and I will follow CHRISTIANA to her husband and his King.”

Inter. “Your start is admirable, for you have embraced the truth. You are like Ruth, who, for her love for Naomi and for God, left her family and her homeland to join a people she had never known. May the Lord reward your work and grant you a full reward from the God of Israel, under whose wings you have sought refuge in the truth.”

“And Boaz answered her, ‘It has been fully reported to me all that you have done for your mother-in-law since the death of your husband, and how you left your father and mother, and the land of your birth, and have come to a people whom you did not know before. The LORD repay your work, and a full reward be given you by the LORD God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge.'” ~ Ruth 2:11-12 ~

After supper, the women and children were ready for bed. Mercy, overwhelmed with joy, could not sleep. She felt relieved that her doubts of failing on the pilgrimage had been removed, and she lay in bed, blessing and praising God for the favor He had shown her.

Cleaned, Sealed, and Clothed

The next morning, they rose with the sun and prepared to depart. But the Interpreter asked them to wait a moment, saying, “You must leave in an orderly manner.” He then addressed the maid who had first welcomed them, instructing her to take them to the garden and wash them, cleaning off the dust they had gathered from their travels. The maid, Innocent, led them to the garden and told them to wash there, as the Interpreter always required those visiting his house to do before continuing their journey.

So, they all washed—women, boys, and all—and when they came out of the bath, they felt refreshed, not just physically clean, but invigorated. They looked much brighter and more lively than before.

After their bath, the Interpreter examined them and said, “Fair as the moon.” He then called for the seal used for those who were cleansed, and he marked them so they would be recognized at their next destination. The seal symbolized the Passover, which the Israelites celebrated when they left Egypt.

“And you shall tell your son on that day, saying, ‘This is done because of what the Lord did for me when I came out of Egypt.’ It shall be a sign for you on your hand and a memorial between your eyes, that the Lord’s law may be in your mouth; for with a strong hand the Lord brought you out of Egypt. You shall keep this ordinance as a statute from year to year.”
—Exodus 13:8-10

The mark, placed on their foreheads, enhanced their beauty, like a radiant ornament. It added a sense of dignity to their faces, making them appear angelic.

Next, the Interpreter instructed the maid to go into the vestry and bring garments for the women. She returned with white linen garments, and they were told to put them on. The garments were clean, fine, and radiant. When the women saw each other in the new clothes, they marveled at each other’s beauty. They couldn’t help but admire each other, each one feeling that the other looked more glorious than herself. Even the children were amazed at the transformation they had undergone.

Then the Interpreter called for his servant, Great-heart, and gave him a sword, a helmet, and a shield. “Take these daughters,” he said, “and escort them to the house called Beautiful, where they will rest next.” Great-heart took up his weapons and led the way. The Interpreter, along with the household, wished them well as they left, and the women began their journey, singing as they went:

“This place has been our second stage,
Where we’ve both heard and seen
Good things that, through each passing age,
Have long been kept unseen.
The Dunghill raker, Spider, Hen,
The Chicken, too, have taught—
A lesson learned, so let me then
Be shaped by what they’ve brought.

The Butcher, Garden, and the Field,
The Robin, with his bait,
And even the Rotten Tree, revealed,
Give me weighty thoughts to weight.
They urge me to watch, and pray,
To seek a heart sincere,
To bear my cross in each new day,
And serve the Lord in fear.”

8. Righteousness

In my dream, I saw them continue their journey, with GREAT-HEART leading the way. They came to the spot where CHRISTIAN’s burden had fallen from his back and rolled into the sepulcher. Here, they paused to give thanks to God.

CHRISTIANA spoke: “I recall what was said to us at the gate—that we would receive pardon both by word and deed: by word, meaning the promise, and by deed, meaning the way it was secured. I understand something of the promise, but what does it mean to have pardon by deed? Mr. GREAT-HEART, I believe you know. Please explain.”

Great-heart: Pardon by deed means that someone else secured the pardon on behalf of the one in need. It was not achieved by the person forgiven, but by the one who obtained it for them. To answer fully, the pardon you, MERCY, and these boys have received was secured by the very one who welcomed you at the gate. He did so in two ways: first, by providing righteousness to cover you, and second, by shedding his blood to cleanse you.

Christiana: But if he gives his righteousness to us, what remains for himself?

Great-heart: He possesses far more righteousness than you or even he himself could ever need.

Christiana: Can you explain further?

Great-heart: Gladly. First, let me clarify that the one we speak of is unique, without equal. He has two natures united in one person—distinct yet inseparable. Each nature carries its own righteousness, which cannot be removed without destroying that nature.

From these, we are not made partakers in a way that these righteousnesses are transferred to us directly. Instead, there is another righteousness, born from the union of his divine and human natures, uniquely fitting him for the role of mediator. If he gave up the first righteousness, he would cease to be God; if he gave up the second, he would lose the purity of his humanity; and if he gave up the third, he would no longer be qualified as mediator.

He has, however, an additional righteousness—his obedience to the revealed will of God. This is the righteousness he credits to sinners, covering their sins. As Scripture says:

“For just as through one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so through the obedience of one man many will be made righteous.” (Romans 5:19)
Romans 5:19

Christiana: But do the other kinds of righteousness serve no purpose for us?

Great-heart: They do indeed. While these righteousnesses are essential to Christ’s natures and his role as mediator—and therefore cannot be transferred to anyone else—they give power and effectiveness to the righteousness that justifies us. The righteousness of his divine nature gives strength to his obedience. The righteousness of his human nature enables that obedience to justify. And the righteousness arising from the union of his divine and human natures gives authority to his role as mediator.

So, we see that Christ has a righteousness that he, as God, does not need to be God, for he is God without it. He also has a righteousness that he, as man, does not need to be man, for he is fully man without it. Furthermore, he has a righteousness that he, as God-man, does not need for himself, for he is perfectly both without it. Therefore, this is a righteousness Christ doesn’t require for himself, which he can freely give—a justifying righteousness that he doesn’t need for his own sake, and so he offers it as a gift. That’s why it’s called “the gift of righteousness.”

“For if, by the trespass of one man, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive God’s abundant provision of grace and of the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ.”
Romans 5:17

Since Christ came under the law, this righteousness must be given away. The law requires not only just actions but also acts of charity. Thus, if someone under the law has two coats, they must share one with someone who has none. Christ has two coats—one for himself and one to share. He generously gives the spare to those in need. This, CHRISTIANA, MERCY, and the rest of you, is how your pardon comes by deed: through the work of another. Your Lord Jesus Christ has done the work and freely shares the righteousness he achieved with all who lack.

But beyond this, to secure pardon by deed, a price had to be paid to God. Sin had brought us under the just curse of the law, and we needed redemption from that curse. A price had to be paid for our offenses. This price was the blood of your Lord, who took your place, bore your penalty, and died for your sins.

“This righteousness will be imputed to us who believe in him who raised Jesus our Lord from the dead.”
Romans 4:24

Thus, Christ has redeemed you from your sins through his blood and has clothed your defiled souls in his righteousness. Because of this, God looks upon you with favor and will not bring judgment upon you when he comes to judge the world.

“Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us, for it is written: ‘Cursed is everyone who is hung on a pole.’” Galatians 3:13

Chris: This is wonderful! Now I see that there’s a deep lesson in our being pardoned by both word and deed. Good MERCY, let’s work hard to remember this; and you, my children, don’t forget it either. But, Sir, wasn’t this the very thing that made my dear CHRISTIAN’s burden fall off his shoulders and caused him to leap for joy?

Great-heart: Yes, it was his belief in this truth that broke the cords binding his burden—cords that nothing else could sever. He was allowed to carry his burden all the way to the cross so he could experience firsthand the power of this truth.

Chris: I thought as much. Even though my heart was light and joyful before, it’s now ten times more so! I’m convinced, from what I’ve felt—though I’ve only felt a little so far—that if the most burdened person in the world were here and could see and believe as I do now, their heart would also be full of joy and gladness.

Great-heart: Indeed, there’s not only relief from our burden when we understand and reflect on this, but it also stirs deep affection in us. For who can think about the way this redemption was accomplished—how pardon was secured not only by promise but through sacrifice—and not feel love and gratitude for the One who achieved it?

Chris: True. It breaks my heart to think that he bled for me. O, how loving! O, how blessed! You deserve me entirely, Lord—you’ve bought me. You deserve all of me, for you paid a price far beyond my worth. No wonder my husband’s eyes filled with tears, and his steps became so eager. I’m sure he wished I’d been with him, but wretched as I was, I let him go alone! O MERCY, how I wish your father and mother were here—and Mrs. TIMOROUS too! In fact, I now wish with all my heart that even MADAM WANTON were here. Surely their hearts would be moved. Neither fear nor lust could stop them from becoming pilgrims if they truly saw and believed.

Great-heart: You’re speaking with great passion now, but do you think you’ll always feel this way? Besides, this understanding isn’t given to everyone—not even to all who witnessed Jesus bleed. Some stood by and saw his blood flow to the ground, yet instead of mourning, they mocked him. Rather than becoming his followers, they hardened their hearts against him. What you have, my daughters, is a special gift, a divine insight. Remember the hen’s call—it gathers her chicks, but doesn’t feed them all. What you’ve received comes from special grace.

9. The End of Simple, Sloth, and Presumption

Now, in my dream, I saw that they continued on their journey until they came to the place where SIMPLE, SLOTH, and PRESUMPTION had once lain asleep when CHRISTIAN passed by on his pilgrimage. But now, behold, they were hanging in irons a little way off on the other side of the path.

Mercy: Then MERCY turned to their guide and asked, “Who are these three men, and why are they hanged there?”

Great-heart: “These men were of very bad character. They had no intention of becoming pilgrims themselves, and they actively hindered others from following the path. They lived in sloth and foolishness and led others to do the same, convincing them they’d still be fine in the end. When CHRISTIAN passed this way, they were asleep. Now, as you pass, they hang as a warning.”

Mercy: “But could they really convince others to follow their ways?”

Great-heart: “Yes, they turned several people off the right path. They persuaded SLOW-PACE to live as they did, and also SHORT-WIND, NO-HEART, LINGER-AFTER-LUST, SLEEPY-HEAD, and even a young woman named DULL to leave the way of truth. Worse still, they spread lies about your Lord, saying he was a harsh taskmaster. They also slandered the good land, claiming it wasn’t nearly as wonderful as people said. They defamed the Lord’s servants, calling them meddlesome busybodies, and mocked the bread of God, calling it mere husks. They dismissed the comfort given to God’s children as fantasies and ridiculed the labor of pilgrims as pointless toil.”

Christiana: “Well,” said CHRISTIANA, “if that’s the kind of people they were, they won’t get any pity from me. They deserve what they got. In fact, I’m glad they’re hanging here by the roadside for others to see and take warning. But wouldn’t it have been good if their crimes had been inscribed on a plate of iron or brass and left here where they caused their harm, as a warning to others?”

Great-heart: “That has already been done, as you’ll see if you look closely at the wall.”

Mercy: “No need! Let them hang, and let their names rot while their crimes are remembered forever. It’s a great mercy they were dealt with before we arrived—who knows what they might have done to poor women like us?”

Then she turned her thoughts into a song:

“Now then, you three, hang there as a sign
To warn all who oppose the truth divine.
Let those who come after dread your fate,
For foes of pilgrims meet this state.
And, oh, my soul, take care, beware,
Of those who holiness cannot bear.”

10. Hill Difficulty

They continued on until they reached the foot of the Hill Difficulty, where their faithful guide, Mr. GREAT-HEART, took the opportunity to recount what happened when CHRISTIAN himself passed through this place. First, he led them to a spring. “Look,” he said, “this is the spring CHRISTIAN drank from before climbing the hill. Back then, the water was clear and refreshing. Now, it’s muddied by the feet of those who care nothing for pilgrims and don’t want them to quench their thirst here.”

“Does it seem like a small thing to you to eat up the good pasture and then trample the rest with your feet? Or to drink of the clear waters, only to muddy what’s left with your feet?”
~ Ezekiel 34:18 ~

At this, MERCY said, “Why would anyone be so envious, I wonder?”

But GREAT-HEART replied, “The water can still be used. If it’s drawn into a clean vessel, the dirt will settle, and the water will clear again.” So CHRISTIANA and her companions did just that. They filled an earthen pot and let it stand until the dirt settled at the bottom. Then they drank the clean water from the top.

Next, GREAT-HEART showed them two byways at the foot of the hill. “These paths,” he said, “are where FORMALITY and HYPOCRISY went astray. They are dangerous. When CHRISTIAN passed this way, two travelers perished here. Although the paths are now blocked by chains, posts, and a ditch, some still attempt them, preferring the risk over the effort of climbing this hill.”

CHRISTIANA added, “The way of transgressors is hard.”
“Good judgment brings favor, but the way of transgressors is hard.”
~ Proverbs 13:15 ~

“It’s amazing they even manage to enter these paths without breaking their necks,” she said.

GREAT-HEART responded, “Some people are determined to take the risk. Even if one of the King’s servants warns them, calling out that they’re on the wrong path and urging them to turn back, they refuse to listen. Instead, they arrogantly reply, ‘We won’t heed your words from the King. We’ll do whatever we want.’”

“As for the word you spoke to us in the name of the LORD, we won’t listen to you! We’ll do whatever we please, offering sacrifices to the queen of heaven, just as we, our ancestors, our kings, and officials did in the towns of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem. Back then, we had plenty of food, were well off, and saw no trouble.”
~ Jeremiah 44:16–17 ~

“Look further ahead,” GREAT-HEART continued, “and you’ll see that these paths are clearly marked as dangerous—not just by the posts, chains, and ditch, but also by hedges blocking the way. Yet people still choose to go down them.”

CHRISTIANA observed, “They’re lazy. They don’t want to put in the effort. They find the uphill road too unpleasant. So it is fulfilled as the scripture says: ‘The way of the lazy is a hedge of thorns.’”
“The way of the slothful is like a hedge of thorns, but the path of the upright is a highway.”
~ Proverbs 15:19 ~

“Indeed,” she concluded, “they’d rather risk walking into a trap than endure the climb and complete the journey to the Celestial City.”

They continued their journey up the hill, though it was steep and challenging. Before long, Christiana started to breathe heavily and remarked, “This hill certainly takes your breath away. No wonder those who value comfort over their souls prefer an easier path.” Mercy, exhausted, said, “I need to sit down,” and even the youngest child began to cry. But Great-heart encouraged them, saying, “Don’t sit here. Just a little farther ahead is the Prince’s resting place.” He then took the little boy by the hand and led him onward.

When they finally reached the resting place, they gladly sat down, drenched in sweat. Mercy exclaimed, “How sweet rest is to those who work hard! How kind of the Prince to provide these places of relief.

‘Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.’
~ Matthew 11:28 ~

I’ve heard much about this resting place but had never seen it until now. However, we must be careful not to fall asleep here, for I’ve heard that poor Christian paid a heavy price for doing so.”

Great-heart turned to the children and asked, “How are you, little ones? What do you think of this pilgrimage now?” The youngest replied, “I almost gave up, but thank you for helping me. I remember what my mother once said: ‘The way to heaven is like climbing a ladder, and the way to hell is like descending a hill.’ I’d rather climb the ladder to life than slide down to destruction.”

Mercy added, “But as the saying goes, ‘Going downhill is easy.’” James, the boy, responded, “I think the day will come when going downhill will be the hardest of all.” Great-heart smiled and said, “Well said, my boy,” and Mercy laughed while James blushed.

Christiana then said, “Let’s have a little refreshment to lift our spirits while we rest. I have a piece of pomegranate, some honeycomb, and a small bottle of spirits that Mr. Interpreter gave me.” Mercy said, “I noticed he called you aside; I thought he gave you something.” Christiana replied, “Yes, he did, and as I promised when we first left home, you shall share in all the good I have.” She shared the food, and they all ate, including Mercy and the children. Christiana offered some to Great-heart, but he declined, saying, “You are on a journey, but I will soon return home. I eat this daily there. Enjoy your meal.”

After eating and chatting, Great-heart said, “The day is slipping by. Let’s get ready to move on.” As they prepared to leave, Christiana realized she had left her bottle of spirits behind and sent her son back to retrieve it. Mercy commented, “This seems to be a place where things are easily lost or forgotten. Christian lost his scroll here, and now Christiana has forgotten her bottle. Why does this happen?”

Great-heart explained, “It’s due to sleep or forgetfulness. Some sleep when they should stay awake, and others forget when they should remember. This often leads to loss during times of rest. Pilgrims should stay alert and remember the blessings they’ve received, even in moments of great joy, to avoid turning their rejoicing into sorrow.”

As they moved on, they came to the spot where Mistrust and Timorous had tried to convince Christian to turn back because of the lions. There, they saw a platform with an inscription and a poem:

“Let those who see this stage take heed
Of heart and tongue as they proceed.
For if they don’t, they risk their fate,
As others have in times of late.”

Underneath the poem, it read: “This stage was erected to warn and punish those who, like Mistrust and Timorous, discouraged pilgrims. Both were burned here with a hot iron on their tongues for trying to hinder Christian.”

Mercy remarked, “This reminds me of Scripture:

‘What will he do to you, and what more besides, you deceitful tongue? He will punish you with a warrior’s sharp arrows, with burning coals of the broom bush.’
~ Psalm 120:4 ~”

11. Grim

They continued on until they could see the lions ahead.

Now, Mr. Great-heart was a strong and fearless man, so he wasn’t afraid of the lions. However, when they got closer to the place where the lions were, the boys leading the group quickly shrank back, frightened. They stepped behind the others. Their guide smiled and said, “What’s this? You’re eager to go ahead when there’s no danger, but now that the lions appear, you prefer to stay at the back?”

As they advanced, Mr. Great-heart drew his sword, determined to clear a path for the pilgrims despite the lions. Just then, a man appeared. He seemed to be supporting the lions and asked the guide, “Why have you come here?” This man was known as Grim, or Bloody-man, because he had killed many pilgrims. He was of the giant’s lineage.

Great-heart: “These women and children are on a pilgrimage, and this is their path. They will go through, no matter what.”

Grim: “This is not their path, and they won’t pass through. I’m here to stop them and will back the lions against them.”

Truthfully, because of the lions’ fierceness and Grim’s intimidating presence, this path had been abandoned for some time. It was now overgrown with grass.

Christiana: “Though the highways have been deserted before, and travelers forced to take hidden paths, this must not continue. Now I rise: ‘Now I am risen, a mother in Israel.’”

“In the days of Shamgar son of Anath, in the days of Jael, the highways were deserted, and travelers went by winding paths. The villagers ceased to exist in Israel until I, Deborah, arose as a mother in Israel.” ~ Judges 5:6-7

Grim: (swearing by the lions) “They will not pass! Turn back now!”

Mr. Great-heart stepped forward and confronted Grim. With a powerful swing of his sword, he forced Grim to retreat.

Grim: “Will you kill me on my own ground?”

Great-heart: “This is the King’s highway, and it’s His path you’ve blocked with your lions. These women and children may be weak, but they will continue their journey despite your lions!”

With that, Great-heart struck another heavy blow, forcing Grim to his knees and breaking his helmet. His next strike severed an arm, and Grim let out a terrifying roar that shook the women. Yet they were relieved to see him fall, sprawled on the ground.

The lions, chained and powerless on their own, posed no further threat. With Grim defeated, Mr. Great-heart turned to the pilgrims and said, “Come now, follow me. The lions won’t harm you.”

They proceeded, but the women trembled as they passed the lions. The boys looked pale with fear, but they all made it through without harm.

12. Palace Beautiful

Soon, they came within sight of the porter’s lodge and hurried toward it, knowing it was dangerous to travel at night. When they reached the gate, the guide knocked, and the porter called out, “Who’s there?” As soon as the guide replied, “It is I,” the porter recognized his voice and came down. The guide, being a familiar face, had often come there as a conductor of pilgrims.

When the porter opened the gate, he saw only the guide standing before him, for the women were behind him. He asked, “Mr. Great-heart, what brings you here so late at night?”

Great-heart: “I’ve brought pilgrims who, by my Lord’s command, must lodge here. I would have arrived sooner, but I was delayed by the giant who used to back the lions. After a long and tiring battle, I defeated him and brought the pilgrims safely here.”

Porter: “Won’t you come in and stay until morning?”

Great-heart: “No, I must return to my Lord tonight.”

Christiana: “Oh, sir, I can hardly bear the thought of you leaving us. You’ve been so faithful and loving, fought so courageously for us, and given such wise counsel. I’ll never forget your kindness.”

Mercy: “If only you could stay with us until the end of our journey! How can we, poor women, face such a difficult and perilous path without a friend and protector?”

James (the youngest boy): “Please, sir, stay with us and help us. We’re weak, and the road ahead is so dangerous.”

Great-heart: “I follow my Lord’s commands. If He assigns me to guide you to the very end, I will gladly do so. However, you missed your chance earlier—when He instructed me to accompany you this far, you could have asked Him to send me all the way, and He would’ve granted it. For now, I must go. Farewell, Christiana, Mercy, and my brave children. God be with you!”

The porter, Mr. Watchful, then asked Christiana about her background. She replied, “I’m from the City of Destruction. I’m a widow—my husband, Christian the Pilgrim, is dead.”

Porter: “What? Christian was your husband?”

Christiana: “Yes, and these are his children. This young woman” (pointing to Mercy) “is from my hometown.”

The porter rang the bell, as he usually did in such cases. Soon, a young woman named Humble-Mind came to the door. The porter told her, “Go inside and announce that Christiana, the wife of Christian, and her children have arrived on pilgrimage.”

Humble-Mind quickly went in to deliver the message, and as soon as the household heard it, there was an outburst of joy and celebration!

Christiana stood at the door while the others hurried to meet the porter. Some of the household elders warmly invited her, saying, “Come in, Christiana, wife of that good man. Come in, blessed woman, and bring all who are with you.” So Christiana entered, followed by her children and companions.

Once inside, they were led to a large room and asked to sit. Soon, the head of the household arrived to greet them. After learning who they were, they embraced one another, saying, “Welcome, vessels of God’s grace! Welcome, dear friends!”

Since it was late, and the pilgrims were exhausted from their journey and the frightful encounter with the lions, they expressed a desire to rest. But the family insisted, “First, take some food to strengthen yourselves.” They brought out a lamb with the traditional sauce, recalling the scripture:

“Speak to the whole congregation of Israel, saying, On the tenth day of this month each man shall take a lamb for his household.” Exodus 12:3
“The next day, John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world.” John 1:29

The porter had already informed the household of their arrival, so the meal was ready. After eating, they ended the evening with prayer and a psalm. Before retiring, Christiana asked, “May we, if it’s not too bold, sleep in the room my husband used when he was here?” The request was granted, and they all shared the same chamber.

Once they settled in, Christiana and Mercy began to talk.

Christiana: “I never imagined that when my husband left on his pilgrimage, I would one day follow in his footsteps.”

Mercy: “And you probably never thought you’d be resting in his bed, in his chamber, as you are now.”

Christiana: “Even less did I think I’d see his face again with joy or worship the Lord with him. But now I believe I will.”

Mercy: “Wait—do you hear that?”

Christiana: “Yes, it sounds like music. I think it’s a song of joy because we’ve made it here.”

Mercy: “Amazing! Music in the house, music in our hearts, and music in heaven—all rejoicing because we’ve arrived.”

After a while, they drifted off to sleep. In the morning, Christiana turned to Mercy.

Christiana: “Why did you laugh in your sleep last night? Were you dreaming?”

Mercy: “Yes, I had a sweet dream. Did I really laugh?”

Chris. Yes, you laughed heartily. But tell me, Mercy, what was your dream?

Mercy. I dreamed I was sitting alone in a quiet, desolate place, lamenting the hardness of my heart. As I sat there, a crowd gathered around me, curious to hear what I was saying. They listened, but some laughed at me, others mocked me as a fool, and a few even pushed me about.

Then, I looked up and saw someone with wings coming toward me. He approached and asked, “Mercy, what troubles you?” After I shared my complaint, he said, “Peace be to you!” He wiped my tears with a handkerchief, dressed me in silver and gold, put a chain around my neck, earrings in my ears, and placed a beautiful crown on my head.

“When I passed by you and saw you, behold, you were at the time for love; so I spread my garment over you and covered your nakedness. I made my vow to you and entered into a covenant with you, declares the Lord God, and you became mine. Then I washed you with water, cleansed you of your blood, and anointed you with oil. I clothed you with embroidered cloth and gave you sandals of fine leather. I wrapped you in fine linen and covered you with silk. I adorned you with ornaments, put bracelets on your hands and a chain around your neck.” Ezekiel 16:8-11

He then took my hand and said, “Mercy, follow me.” He led me to a golden gate, knocked, and when the gate opened, he entered, and I followed. We walked up to a throne where One was seated. He looked at me and said, “Welcome, daughter!” The place shone brilliantly, like stars or even the sun, and I thought I saw your husband there. That’s when I woke up. But tell me, did I really laugh?

Chris. Laugh? Indeed, you did—and rightly so! To see yourself so blessed would make anyone laugh for joy. I believe it was a good dream. As the first part has begun to come true, I trust you’ll see the rest fulfilled. “For God speaks in one way, and in two, though people do not perceive it. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on people as they slumber in their beds.” Job 33:14-15

We don’t need to stay awake to commune with God; He can visit us in our sleep and speak to our hearts through dreams, proverbs, or signs, just as clearly as when we’re awake.

Mercy. I’m glad for my dream and hopeful that it will be fully realized, bringing me more laughter yet.

Chris. I think it’s time for us to rise and see what the day holds.

Mercy. If they invite us to stay longer, I hope we accept. I’d like to spend more time with these lovely women—Prudence, Piety, and Charity. They seem so kind and wise.

Chris. Let’s see what they suggest.

Once they were dressed and ready, they went downstairs. As they gathered, they asked each other how they’d slept.

Mercy. “Wonderfully,” said Mercy. “It was one of the best nights of rest I’ve ever had.”

13. Prudence Catechises the Boys

Then Prudence and Piety said, “If you’re willing to stay here for a while, you’ll be welcome to enjoy all that the house offers.”

Charity. “Yes, and we’ll gladly share it with you,” added Charity.

So they agreed to stay and remained there for about a month, encouraging and learning from one another. During their stay, Prudence expressed a desire to see how Christiana had raised her children, asking for permission to catechize them. Christiana readily agreed. Prudence began with the youngest, James.

Prudence. “Come, James, can you tell me who made you?”

James. “God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost.”

Prudence. “Good boy. And who saves you?”

James. “God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost.”

Prudence. “Excellent. How does God the Father save you?”

James. “By His grace.”

Prudence. “How does God the Son save you?”

James. “By His righteousness, death, blood, and life.”

Prudence. “And how does God the Holy Ghost save you?”

James. “By His illumination, renewal, and preservation.”

Prudence. Then Prudence said to Christiana, “You’ve done well raising your children. If the youngest can answer so well, I trust the others will do just as fine. Let me speak next with Joseph.”

Prudence. “Come, Joseph, may I ask you some questions?”

Joseph. “Gladly.”

Prudence. “What is man?”

Joseph. “A rational being, saved by God, as my brother said.”

Prudence. “What does ‘saved’ imply?”

Joseph. “That man, through sin, has brought himself into a state of captivity and misery.”

Prudence. “What does it mean to be saved by the Trinity?”

Joseph. “That sin is such a powerful tyrant that only God can rescue us from its grip, and God is loving enough to do so.”

Prudence. “What is God’s purpose in saving people?”

Joseph. “To glorify His name, His grace, and His justice, and to ensure the eternal happiness of His creatures.”

Prudence. “Who are those that will be saved?”

Joseph. “Those who accept His salvation.”

Prudence. “Good boy, Joseph; your mother has taught you well, and you’ve listened wisely.”

Prudence. Then she turned to Samuel, the second eldest. “Come, Samuel, shall I ask you some questions too?”

Samuel. “Yes, ma’am, if it pleases you.”

Prudence. “What is heaven?”

Samuel. “A place of perfect blessing, where God dwells.”

Prudence. “What is hell?”

Samuel. “A place of terrible suffering, where sin, the devil, and death dwell.”

Prudence. “Why do you want to go to heaven?”

Samuel. “To see God and serve Him without weariness, to see Christ and love Him forever, and to be filled with the Holy Spirit in a way I cannot fully experience here.”

Prudence. “A very good boy indeed, and one who has learned well.”

Finally, Prudence turned to Matthew, the eldest. “Come, Matthew, shall I ask you some questions as well?”

Matthew. “With great pleasure.”

Prudence. “Was there ever anything that existed before God?”

Matthew. “No, for God is eternal. Nothing existed before Him, and nothing else came into being until the first day, when He created all things: ‘For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them.’”

Prudence. “What do you think of the Bible?”

Matthew. “It is the holy Word of God.”

Prudence. “Is there anything written in it that you don’t understand?”

Matthew. “Yes, quite a bit.”

Prudence. “What do you do when you encounter passages you don’t understand?”

Matthew. “I remind myself that God is wiser than I am and pray that He’ll help me understand whatever is good for me to know.”

Prudence. “What do you believe about the resurrection of the dead?”

Matthew. “I believe the same body that is buried will rise again, though it will be free from corruption. I trust this because God has promised it, and He has the power to fulfill His promises.”

Then Prudence said to the boys, “You must continue to listen to your mother, for she can teach you much. Also, pay close attention to any wise and good words you hear from others, for they speak them for your benefit. Observe carefully the lessons the heavens and the earth have to teach, but above all, spend time meditating on that Book which led your father to become a pilgrim. As for me, my dear children, I will gladly teach you whatever I can while you are here, and I encourage you to ask me any questions that will help you grow in godliness.”

14. Mercy and Mr. Brisk

After the pilgrims had been at this place for a week, Mercy received a visit from a man named Mr. Brisk. He appeared to have good intentions toward her. He was well-bred and pretended to be religious, but he was, in fact, very much attached to the world. He visited Mercy a few times and expressed interest in her. Mercy, being a fair and attractive woman, naturally drew attention.

Mercy’s mind was always active, constantly occupied with doing something productive. When she had no personal tasks, she would make clothes and garments for others and give them to those in need. Mr. Brisk, not knowing where or how she distributed her work, seemed impressed by her constant activity. “She must be a good housewife,” he thought to himself.

Mercy then confided in the women of the house about Mr. Brisk and asked for their opinions, since they knew him better. They warned her that while he appeared religious, they feared he lacked a true understanding of genuine faith.

“Well then,” said Mercy, “I will not give him another thought; I have no intention of allowing anyone to be a hindrance to my soul.”

Prudence then replied, “There’s no need for much discouragement. If she continues as she has been, doing good for the poor, his interest will likely fade on its own.”

The next time Mr. Brisk came, he found Mercy engaged in her usual work, making things for the poor. “What, always working?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, “whether for myself or for others.”

“And how much can you earn a day?” he asked.

“I do these things,” she said, “so that I may be rich in good works, storing up a good foundation for the future, and securing eternal life.”

As the Bible says: “Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not high-minded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who gives us richly all things to enjoy. That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute, willing to share, laying up for themselves a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.” ~ 1 Timothy 6:17-19

“Why, pray, what do you do with them?” Mr. Brisk asked.

“I clothe the poor,” Mercy replied.

At this, his expression changed, and he stopped visiting her. When asked why, he explained, “Mercy is a pretty girl, but she has some undesirable traits.”

After he left, Prudence said, “Didn’t I warn you that Mr. Brisk would quickly lose interest? He’ll even spread a bad reputation about you. Despite his show of religion and his seeming affection for you, your temperaments are so different that I don’t believe you two will ever be a good match.”

Mercy responded, “I might have had suitors before, though I never mentioned it to anyone. But they were men who didn’t like my values, even though none of them ever criticized my appearance. We just couldn’t get along.”

Prudence replied, “In our day, people pay little attention to mercy, except to call it by name. But the way you live it—your values—few can tolerate that.”

Mercy sighed and said, “Well, if no one will have me, I’ll remain unmarried. Or perhaps my values will serve as a kind of husband to me. I can’t change who I am, and I won’t accept anyone who opposes my principles, not for anything. I had a sister named Bountiful, who married a man just like that. He was a miser, and they never got along. But because my sister was determined to continue helping the poor, her husband first insulted her in public, and then threw her out of the house.”

Prudence replied, “And yet he was a professed Christian, I suppose?”

Mercy nodded, “Yes, just like many others today. The world is full of people like him. But I want nothing to do with them.”

15. Matthew’s Sickness

Matthew, Christiana’s eldest son, fell seriously ill, suffering from severe stomach pain that doubled him over in agony. Nearby lived an experienced and highly respected physician named Mr. Skill. At Christiana’s request, they summoned him, and he came without delay. After examining Matthew, Mr. Skill diagnosed him with severe cramps and asked Christiana, “What has Matthew been eating lately?”

Christiana replied, “Only wholesome food.”

The doctor shook his head. “No, this boy has consumed something harmful that is stuck in his stomach. It must be expelled, or he won’t recover.”

Samuel, one of Matthew’s brothers, spoke up. “Mother, don’t you remember? When we first came through the gate, there was an orchard just beyond the wall on the left side. Matthew picked some fruit from a tree that hung over the wall and ate it.”

Christiana gasped. “Oh yes, he did! Foolish boy, I warned him not to, but he wouldn’t listen.”

Mr. Skill nodded. “I suspected as much. That fruit is from Beelzebub’s orchard, the most dangerous of all. I’m surprised no one warned you about it. Many have died from eating it.”

Christiana burst into tears. “Oh, my poor boy! And what a careless mother I’ve been. What can I do to save him?”

Mr. Skill reassured her, “Don’t lose hope. The boy can recover, but he must be purged.”

“Please, do everything in your power to help him, no matter the cost,” Christiana pleaded.

“I will do my best,” Mr. Skill replied. He prepared a remedy for Matthew, though it was initially too mild to be effective. The treatment was said to include the blood of a goat, ashes of a heifer, and the juice of hyssop, among other ingredients.

This points to a spiritual truth:

“The law is only a shadow of the good things that are coming—not the realities themselves. For this reason, it can never, by the same sacrifices repeated endlessly year after year, make perfect those who draw near to worship. Otherwise, would they not have stopped being offered? For the worshipers would have been cleansed once for all and would no longer have felt guilty for their sins. But those sacrifices are an annual reminder of sins. It is impossible for the blood of bulls and goats to take away sins.”
~ Hebrews 10:1–4 ~

When Mr. Skill saw that the first remedy was too mild, he prepared a stronger one. It was made ex Carne et Sanguine Christi—physicians often prescribe strange remedies—and the pills were bound together with a promise or two, along with a proper measure of salt.

“Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day. For my flesh is real food, and my blood is real drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in them. Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me.”
~ John 6:54–57 ~

“Everyone will be salted with fire, and every sacrifice will be salted with salt.”
~ Mark 9:49 ~

Matthew was instructed to take three pills at a time, fasting, with half a quarter pint of the tears of repentance.

“How much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God!”
~ Hebrews 9:14 ~

“And I will pour out on the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem a spirit of grace and supplication. They will look on me, the one they have pierced, and they will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child, and grieve bitterly for him as one grieves for a firstborn son.”
~ Zechariah 12:10 ~

When the medicine was ready and brought to Matthew, he resisted, despite his pain. “Come, come,” said the physician, “you must take it.”

“It turns my stomach,” Matthew replied.

“You must take it,” his mother insisted.

“I’ll vomit it up,” he protested.

Christiana turned to Mr. Skill. “Doctor, how does it taste?”

“It has no bad taste,” he assured her. Christiana touched a pill to her tongue and exclaimed, “Oh, Matthew! This remedy is sweeter than honey. If you love your mother, your brothers, Mercy, or even your life, take it.”

With much persuasion and a short prayer asking for God’s blessing, Matthew finally took the medicine. It worked wonders: he purged, rested peacefully, sweated out his illness, and was fully relieved of his pain.

Soon, Matthew was up and about, walking with the help of a staff. He visited Prudence, Piety, and Charity, sharing his experience and marveling at how he had been healed.

16. The Remedy

Once the boy was healed, Christiana said to Mr. Skill, “Sir, how can I repay you for your efforts and care for my child?”

He replied, “You must pay the Master of the College of Physicians, according to the rules established for such matters.

‘The bodies of those animals, whose blood is brought into the sanctuary by the high priest as an offering for sin, are burned outside the camp. And so Jesus also suffered outside the city gate to make the people holy through his own blood. Let us, then, go to him outside the camp, bearing the disgrace he bore. For here we do not have an enduring city, but we are looking for the city that is to come. Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that openly profess his name.’
~ Hebrews 13:11–15 ~

Christiana then asked, “But sir, what else is this pill good for?”

Mr. Skill replied, “It is a universal remedy. It’s effective against all the illnesses that pilgrims are prone to. And when it’s properly prepared, it keeps its potency indefinitely.”

“Please, sir,” said Christiana, “make me twelve boxes of these pills. If I can have them, I will never use any other medicine.”

“These pills are not only for curing illnesses but also for preventing them,” Mr. Skill explained. “In fact, I firmly believe that if a person takes this remedy as prescribed, it will give them eternal life.”

‘This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that anyone may eat of it and not die.’
~ John 6:50 ~

“But, Christiana,” he added, “you must only give these pills as I have prescribed; otherwise, they will do no good.”

He then gave medicine to Christiana for herself, her children, and Mercy. He also reminded Matthew to be careful not to eat green plums again. With that, he kissed them all goodbye and went on his way.

17. Questions for Prudence

Prudence had previously told the boys that they could ask her questions whenever they wanted, as long as the questions were meaningful and would help them learn something valuable.

Matthew: “Why is medicine often bitter to the taste?”
Prudence: “To remind us how unpleasant the Word of God and its effects can feel to a heart that is focused on worldly desires.”

Matthew: “Why does medicine, when it works, cause purging or vomiting?”
Prudence: “To teach us that when the Word of God works in us, it cleanses our hearts and minds. Just as medicine cleanses the body, the Word cleanses the soul.”

Matthew: “What can we learn from watching flames rise upward and sunlight beam down to the earth?”
Prudence: “The rising flames remind us to lift our hearts toward heaven with fervent and passionate desires. The sunlight coming down teaches us that, though Christ is high above, his grace and love reach down to us.”

Matthew: “Where do clouds get their water from?”
Prudence: “From the sea.”

Matthew: “And what does that teach us?”
Prudence: “It teaches us that ministers should draw their teachings from God.”

Matthew: “Why do clouds release their water upon the earth?”
Prudence: “To show that ministers should share what they’ve received from God with the world.”

Matthew: “Why is the rainbow caused by the sun?”
Prudence: “To remind us that God’s covenant of grace is secured in Christ.”

Matthew: “Why does water from the sea flow to us through the earth?”
Prudence: “To teach us that God’s grace comes to us through the body of Christ.”

Matthew: “Why do some springs rise from the tops of high hills?”
Prudence: “To show that the Spirit of grace can flow from both the mighty and powerful, as well as the humble and lowly.”

Matthew: “Why does fire attach itself to a candlewick?”
Prudence: “To teach us that unless grace takes hold of the heart, we will have no true light of life within us.”

Matthew: “Why are the wick, the wax, and everything else used up to keep the candle burning?”
Prudence: “To show that our body, soul, and all we have should be devoted to sustaining the grace of God within us.”

Matthew: “Why does the pelican pierce its own breast to feed its young with its blood?”
Prudence: “To symbolize Christ’s deep love for his people. He gave his own blood to save them from death.”

Matthew: “What can we learn from the crowing of a rooster?”
Prudence: “The rooster’s crow reminds us of Peter’s sin and his repentance. It also signals the coming of a new day. Let it also remind you of the final and terrible Day of Judgment.”

18. Departure from Palace Beautiful

When the month they had spent at the house was over, Christiana and her group let the household know that it was time for them to continue their journey. Joseph, Christiana’s son, said to her, “Mother, don’t forget to send a message to Mr. Interpreter, asking him to send Mr. Great-Heart to guide us for the rest of our journey.”

“Well done, my son,” Christiana replied. “I had nearly forgotten.” She then wrote a request and asked Mr. Watchful, the porter, to have it delivered to Mr. Interpreter by a trustworthy messenger. When Mr. Interpreter received the message and read it, he told the messenger, “Go back and let them know that I will send him.”

When the family hosting Christiana heard they were planning to leave, they gathered everyone in the house to give thanks to their King for the blessing of having such valuable guests. After their prayer of gratitude, they said to Christiana, “Before you go, we have a custom of showing pilgrims something to reflect on as they continue their journey.”

They led Christiana, her children, and Mercy into a private room and showed them an apple. They explained it was like the one that Eve had eaten and shared with Adam, leading to their expulsion from Paradise. Then they asked Christiana what she thought about it.

Christiana said, “It could be food or poison—I cannot say which.”

They explained the meaning to her, and she raised her hands in astonishment, deeply moved by what she learned.

“When the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some of its fruit and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.”
~ Genesis 3:6 ~

“What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?”
~ Romans 7:24 ~

They then brought Christiana to a place where they showed her Jacob’s ladder. At that moment, some angels were ascending on it. Christiana, along with the rest of her group, watched intently as the angels went up the ladder. When the guides began to lead them to another location, James said to his mother, “Please ask them if we can stay here a little longer; this is such a fascinating sight.” So they paused, allowing the group to continue enjoying the beautiful and awe-inspiring scene.

“And he dreamed, and behold, a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it.”
~ Genesis 28:12 ~

Afterward, they were taken to a place where a golden anchor was hanging. They told Christiana to take it down, saying, “You must carry this with you. It is absolutely necessary, so you can hold firmly to what is beyond the veil and remain steadfast, especially if you encounter stormy times ahead.” The group was delighted to receive such a gift.

“The LORD also shall roar out of Zion, and utter his voice from Jerusalem; and the heavens and the earth shall shake: but the LORD will be the hope of his people, and the strength of the children of Israel.”
~ Joel 3:16 ~

“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain.”
~ Hebrews 6:19 ~

Next, they were taken to the mount where Abraham had offered up his son Isaac. There, they saw the altar, the wood, the fire, and the knife—reminders of that profound moment of faith and obedience, preserved to this very day.

“When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood.”
~ Genesis 22:9 ~

When they had seen the altar and the items from Abraham’s sacrifice, they lifted their hands in awe, blessing themselves and exclaiming, “Oh, what love Abraham had for his Master, and what self-denial he displayed!”

After showing them all these things, Prudence led them into the dining room, where a beautiful pair of virginals stood. She played a melody and sang a song inspired by what they had seen:

“Eve’s apple you have seen, beware,
Jacob’s ladder with angels rare.
An anchor given for your hold,
But give your all, like Abraham of old.”

While they were enjoying this, a knock came at the door. The porter opened it, and there stood Mr. Great-Heart! His arrival brought great joy to everyone, as they remembered how he had recently slain Grim Bloody-Man, the giant, and saved them from the lions.

Mr. Great-Heart greeted Christiana and Mercy warmly, saying, “My Lord has sent gifts for you: a bottle of wine, some roasted grain, and two pomegranates. For the boys, He has sent figs and raisins to refresh them on their journey.”

With these provisions, they prepared to resume their travels. Prudence and Piety accompanied them to the gate. At the gate, Christiana asked the porter if anyone had recently passed by. The porter replied, “Not recently, except for one traveler some time ago. He mentioned that there had been a great robbery on the King’s highway. But rest assured, the thieves have been captured and will soon face trial.”

Hearing this, Christiana and Mercy felt a twinge of fear. However, Matthew reassured them, saying, “Mother, there’s no need to be afraid as long as Mr. Great-Heart is with us to guide and protect us.”

Before leaving, Christiana turned to the porter and said, “Sir, I am deeply grateful for all the kindness you have shown me and my children during our stay here. Please accept this small token of my gratitude.” She placed a gold coin in his hand. The porter bowed deeply and replied, “May your garments always be white, and may your head never lack oil. May Mercy live and thrive, and may her good works multiply. And to the boys, I say: Flee youthful desires and pursue godliness with those who are wise. By doing so, you will bring joy to your mother and earn the respect of all who are upright.”

The group thanked the porter and set off.

In my dream, I saw them journeying until they reached the brow of a hill. Suddenly, Piety exclaimed, “Oh no! I’ve forgotten something I meant to give Christiana and her companions.” Without hesitation, she ran back to retrieve it.

While Piety was gone, Christiana thought she heard a beautifully melodious song coming from a grove just a short distance to the right. The words sounded something like this:

“Through all my life Thy favor flows
So freely shown to me,
That in Thy house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be.”

As she continued listening, she heard another voice respond with:

“For why? The Lord our God is good;
His mercy ever sure.
His truth has firmly stood through time,
And shall forever endure.”

Intrigued, Christiana asked Prudence, “What is making those beautiful sounds?”

“They are our country birds,” Prudence replied. “They sing these songs rarely, usually in the springtime when the flowers bloom and the sun shines warmly. During that season, you can hear them all day long. I often come out to listen to them myself. Sometimes, we even keep them tame in our homes. They are wonderful company, especially when we feel down. Their songs make the woods, groves, and quiet places delightful to be in.”

“For behold, the winter is past;
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.”
~ Song of Solomon 2:11–12 ~

By this time, Piety had returned and said to Christiana, “Here, I’ve brought you a chart of everything you’ve seen at our house. You can look at it whenever you feel forgetful, so you can recall these things for your encouragement and comfort.”

They then began descending the hill into the Valley of Humiliation. The hill was steep, and the path was slippery, but they were careful and managed to get down safely.

When they reached the valley, Piety said to Christiana, “This is the place where your husband, Christian, encountered the foul fiend Apollyon and had that dreadful battle. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. But take heart—now that you have Mr. Great-Heart as your guide and protector, we trust you will fare much better.”

With that, the two companions entrusted the pilgrims to the care of their guide, who led the way forward, and they followed behind.

19. Beautiful Valley of Humiliation

Mr. Great-Heart said, “We don’t need to be overly afraid of this valley; nothing here can harm us unless we bring harm upon ourselves. It’s true that Christian encountered Apollyon here and had a fierce battle, but that fight was the result of the mistakes he made while descending the hill. Those who slip on the way down must expect challenges here. That’s why this valley has such a fearful reputation. People often assume that when something dreadful happens in a place, it must be haunted by some evil spirit. But often, it’s the consequences of their own actions that bring about such trials.

“In truth, the Valley of Humiliation is as fertile and peaceful a place as any under the sun. I believe that if we look carefully, we may find something here that explains why Christian struggled so much in this spot.”

James then said to his mother, “Look, there’s a pillar over there, and it seems to have writing on it. Let’s go see what it says.” So they went and found the inscription:

“Let Christian’s mistakes before he came here, and the battles he faced in this place, serve as a warning to those who come after.”

Their guide said, “Didn’t I tell you? There’s something here that reveals why Christian struggled so much in this valley.” Turning to Christiana, he added, “But let’s not judge Christian harshly—it’s something many others have faced as well. After all, it’s often easier to climb up than to come down this hill, and that can’t be said of many hills in this world.

“Still, let us leave Christian in peace. He’s at rest now, and he fought bravely to overcome his enemy. May the One who reigns above grant us as much strength when our time of trial comes, so we may fare no worse than he did.”

“But let’s take another look at this Valley of Humiliation. It is the most fertile and fruitful land in the entire region. The ground is rich, and as you can see, it is covered with lush meadows. If someone were to visit here in the summertime, as we are now, without knowing anything about it beforehand, they would find it delightful to behold. Just look at how green the valley is and how beautifully adorned it is with lilies!

‘I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.’
~ Song of Solomon 2:1 ~

‘But He gives more grace. Therefore, He says: God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble.’
~ James 4:6 ~

‘Likewise, you younger ones, submit yourselves to the elders. Yes, all of you be submissive to one another and be clothed with humility, for God resists the proud and gives grace to the humble.’
~ 1 Peter 5:5 ~

“I have known many hardworking people who prospered greatly in this Valley of Humiliation, for God indeed resists the proud but gives abundant grace to the humble. The soil here is exceedingly fertile and produces in abundance. Some have even wished that the road to their Father’s house ran entirely through this valley, so they wouldn’t have to struggle with climbing over hills and mountains again.

“But the path is what it is, and there’s no changing it. All we can do is follow it to the end.”

As they walked along, talking together, they noticed a young boy tending his father’s sheep. His clothes were simple and worn, but his face was fresh and cheerful. Sitting alone, he sang a song.

“Listen,” said Mr. Great-heart, “to what the shepherd boy is singing.”

So they stopped to hear, and the boy sang:

“He that is down needs fear no fall,
He that is low no pride;
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.

I am content with what I have,
Little be it or much;
And, Lord, contentment still I crave,
Because Thou savest such.

Fullness to such a burden is
That go on pilgrimage:
Here little, and hereafter bliss,
Is best from age to age.”

“I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: everywhere and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
~ Philippians 4:12-13 ~

“Let your conduct be without covetousness; be content with such things as you have. For He Himself has said, ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you.’”
~ Hebrews 13:5 ~

Their guide then said, “Do you hear him? I dare say this boy leads a happier life and carries more of that herb called ‘heart’s ease’ in his heart than those dressed in silk and velvet. But let us continue our conversation.

“In this valley, our Lord once had His country house. He loved being here and often walked through these meadows, for He found the air refreshing. Moreover, here a person can escape the noise and busyness of life. The world is full of distractions and chaos, but the Valley of Humiliation is a peaceful, quiet place. It’s here that one can reflect without being disturbed, far more than in other places. Only those who love the pilgrim’s journey choose to walk in this valley.

“And while it’s true that Christian had the misfortune to encounter Apollyon here and engage in a fierce battle, I must tell you that in earlier times, people met with angels here, discovered pearls, and even found the words of life.

‘The Lord also brings charges against Judah
And will punish Jacob according to his ways;
According to his deeds He will repay him.
He took his brother by the heel in the womb,
And in his strength, he struggled with God.
Yes, he struggled with the Angel and prevailed;
He wept and sought favor from Him.
He found Him in Bethel,
And there He spoke to us—
That is, the Lord God of hosts.
The Lord is His name.’
~ Hosea 12:2-5 ~

“Did I mention that our Lord once made this valley His home and loved walking here? I should add that He left behind a yearly provision for those who dwell here and walk these grounds—a faithful supply to sustain them on their journey and encourage them as they continue their pilgrimage.”

‘Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.’
~ Matthew 11:29 ~

Samuel: As they continued their journey, Samuel turned to Mr. Great-Heart and asked, “Sir, I’ve heard that in this valley, my father fought Apollyon. Can you tell me where exactly the battle took place? This valley seems so vast.”

Great-Heart: “Your father’s battle with Apollyon happened just ahead of us, in a narrow passage beyond Forgetful Green. That spot is the most perilous part of this valley. Pilgrims often face trouble there, especially when they forget the blessings they’ve received and how unworthy they are of them. Others have also struggled in that same place. But we’ll talk more about it when we get there—I’m confident there’s still some evidence or marker to remind us of the battle that took place.”

Mercy: Then Mercy spoke up, “I think this valley is the most peaceful place we’ve passed through on our journey. It resonates with my soul. There’s no noise of carriages or rumble of wheels here. It’s a place where one can truly reflect on who they are, where they’ve come from, what they’ve done, and the great calling of the King. Here, a person can meditate deeply, their heart softens, and their spirit melts. The eyes weep like the pools of Heshbon. Those who walk faithfully through this Valley of Baca transform it into a well, and God sends rain to fill the pools. This valley is also where the King gives vineyards, and those who pass through it will sing.”

“Your neck is like an ivory tower;
Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus.”
~ Song of Solomon 7:4 ~

“Blessed is the man whose strength is in You,
Whose heart is set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca,
They make it a spring;
The rain also covers it with pools.
They go from strength to strength;
Each one appears before God in Zion.”
~ Psalm 84:5-7 ~

“I will give her vineyards from there,
And the Valley of Achor as a door of hope;
She shall sing there,
As in the days of her youth,
As in the day when she came up from the land of Egypt.”
~ Hosea 2:15 ~

Mercy concluded, “Even though Christian faced Apollyon here, this valley remains a place of deep renewal and hope.”

Great-Heart: “It’s true,” said their guide. “I’ve traveled through this valley many times and have never felt better than I do here. I’ve also led many pilgrims through it, and they’ve shared the same sentiment. The King himself has said, ‘This is the one I esteem: he who is humble and contrite in spirit and trembles at my word.’”

When they arrived at the spot where the great battle had been fought, Great-Heart turned to Christiana, her children, and Mercy. “This is the place,” he said. “It was here that Christian stood, and Apollyon came against him. Look, as I mentioned before—some of your husband’s blood remains on these stones even to this day. You can also see fragments of Apollyon’s broken darts scattered around. Notice the marks on the ground where they fought so fiercely, each trying to hold their position. Their blows were so intense they even shattered some of the stones here. Truly, Christian showed remarkable courage and strength in this place—he could not have done better had he been Hercules himself. When Apollyon was defeated, he retreated to the next valley, the Valley of the Shadow of Death, which we will come to shortly.

“See over there—that monument stands as a tribute to the battle and Christian’s victory, ensuring his fame lives on through all generations.”

Since the monument stood close to the path, they approached it and read the inscription, which said:

“Here a battle fierce was fought,
Strange but wholly true;
Christian and Apollyon sought
Each other to subdue.

The man fought bravely, stood his ground,
And made the fiend to fly.
This monument bears witness here,
So none will let it die.”

20. Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death

As they moved past this place, they came to the borders of the Valley of the Shadow of Death. This valley was longer than the one they had just passed and was known to be strangely haunted by evil forces, as many could attest. However, the women and children had an easier time journeying through it because it was daylight and they had Mr. Great-Heart as their guide.

When they entered the valley, they thought they heard the groaning of dead men—a deep and dreadful groaning. They also seemed to hear cries of lamentation, as if from people in severe torment. These sounds made the boys tremble, and the women grew pale, but their guide encouraged them to take heart.

As they went a little farther, they felt the ground beneath them begin to tremble, as if there were some hollow void below. They also heard a hissing noise, like the sound of serpents, though they could see nothing yet. The boys asked nervously, “Aren’t we at the end of this dreadful place yet?” But their guide urged them again to be brave and to watch their steps carefully, saying, “Take care, lest you fall into a trap.”

At this point, James began to feel unwell—likely from fear. His mother gave him some of the medicinal spirits she had received from the Interpreter’s house and a few of the pills prepared by Mr. Skill. After this, the boy began to recover, and they continued their journey.

When they reached the middle of the valley, Christiana suddenly said, “I think I see something on the road ahead—a strange shape unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” Joseph asked, “Mother, what is it?” She replied, “It’s an ugly thing, child—an ugly thing.” He pressed further, “What does it look like?” But she could only say, “I cannot describe it.” The strange figure was drawing closer, and she added, “It’s very near now.”

Mr. Great-Heart then spoke, “Let those who are most afraid stay close to me.” As the creature approached, the guide stepped forward to confront it. But just as it came near him, it vanished from their sight. They all remembered the teaching: “Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”

Feeling somewhat encouraged, they pressed on. However, they had not gone far when Mercy, looking back, thought she saw a lion following them. The creature moved swiftly, its padded steps echoing in the valley. With every roar, it caused the valley to resound, filling their hearts with fear—except for Mr. Great-Heart, who remained calm. As the lion came closer, Mr. Great-Heart moved to the back, positioning the pilgrims in front of him for protection.

The lion advanced rapidly, but when it saw that Great-Heart was ready to fight, it stopped, hesitated, and finally retreated without engaging them.

The group recalled the scripture:
“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: whom resist steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world.”
~ 1 Peter 5:8–9 ~

They continued their journey with their guide leading the way until they came to a pit that spanned the entire width of the path. Before they could figure out how to cross it, a thick mist and darkness suddenly enveloped them, making it impossible to see. The pilgrims cried out, “What shall we do now?”

Their guide replied, “Do not fear. Stand still and see how this too will be resolved.” So they waited there, unable to move forward because their way was blocked. In the stillness, they began to hear more distinctly the sounds of rushing enemies, and they could more clearly see the fire and smoke rising from the pit.

Christiana turned to Mercy and said, “Now I understand what my poor husband endured. I’ve heard so much about this place, but I’ve never been here myself until now. Poor man—he traveled through here all alone, in the dead of night. The fiends were all around him, as if they would tear him apart. Many have spoken of this place, but no one can truly understand the Valley of the Shadow of Death until they’ve been here themselves. As the scripture says, ‘The heart knows its own bitterness, and no stranger shares its joy.’ To be here is a terrifying thing.”

Great-Heart responded, “This is like being in the deep waters, descending into the heart of the sea, or sinking to the bottom of the mountains. It feels as though the earth’s bars are closing around us forever. But as the scripture says, ‘Let those who walk in darkness and have no light trust in the name of the Lord and rely on their God.’ I have been through this valley many times and have faced much worse than this. And yet, here I am, alive. I do not boast—I know I am not my own savior. But I trust that we will be delivered. Come, let us pray for light from the One who can dispel our darkness and rebuke not only these fiends but all the forces of hell.”

So they cried out to God in prayer, and He answered. Light broke through the darkness, and deliverance came. The pit that had blocked their way was no longer an obstacle. Their path was clear once again.

They had not yet made it through the valley, so they pressed on. Soon, they encountered foul stenches and revolting smells, which greatly troubled them. Mercy turned to Christiana and said, “This is not nearly as pleasant as the Gate, the Interpreter’s house, or even the place where we stayed last night.”

“Oh, but,” one of the boys replied, “it’s not as bad to pass through here as it would be to stay here forever. And maybe one reason we have to go this way is so that the home prepared for us will seem even sweeter when we get there.”

“Well said, Samuel,” the guide commended him. “You’ve spoken wisely.”

“If I ever get out of here,” the boy continued, “I think I’ll appreciate light and a clear path more than I ever have in my life.”

The guide smiled. “We’ll be out soon enough,” he said.

As they moved forward, Joseph asked, “Can’t we see the end of this valley yet?”

“Watch your step,” the guide warned. “You’ll soon be among the snares.”

They looked carefully at their feet and kept walking, but they were indeed troubled by the snares. As they navigated through them, they saw a man lying in a ditch on the left side of the path. His body was torn and mangled.

“That’s Heedless,” said the guide. “He was coming this way but fell into trouble and has been lying there for a long time. He was traveling with another named Takeheed, who managed to escape. Many lose their lives here, and yet so many foolishly set out on pilgrimage without a guide. Poor Christian! It’s a wonder he survived this place. But he was beloved by God, and he had a brave heart—or he would never have made it.”

They continued on and finally came near the end of the valley. Just as they approached the place where Christian had seen the cave, a giant named Maul appeared. This giant had a habit of deceiving and destroying young pilgrims with clever arguments.

Maul addressed the guide by name and said, “How many times have you been warned not to meddle in my affairs?”

“What affairs?” Mr. Great-Heart asked.

“You know what affairs,” Maul growled. “But this ends now—I’ll put an end to your work!”

“Before we fight,” Mr. Great-Heart said calmly, “let’s first understand why we’re fighting.”

The women and children, trembling with fear, stood back and waited.

“You rob this land!” Maul bellowed. “And you do it with the worst kind of theft!”

“Those are vague accusations,” Mr. Great-Heart replied. “Be specific, man.”

The giant accused, “You’re nothing but a kidnapper! You gather women and children and lead them to a foreign land, weakening my master’s kingdom.”

Great-Heart replied firmly, “I am a servant of the God of heaven. My mission is to persuade sinners to repent. I am commanded to do everything in my power to turn men, women, and children from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan to God. If that is the cause of your grievance, then let us settle this now.”

The giant advanced, and Great-Heart stepped forward to meet him, drawing his sword. The giant wielded a massive club. Without delay, the fight began. At the first blow, the giant struck Great-Heart down onto one knee, and the women and children screamed in fear. But Great-Heart quickly recovered, attacking with renewed vigor and striking the giant’s arm, wounding him. The battle raged for an hour, with such intensity that the giant’s breath billowed from his nostrils like steam from a boiling pot.

Finally, both paused to rest. Great-Heart knelt and prayed, while the women and children could do nothing but sigh and cry.

Once they had caught their breath, the fight resumed. This time, with a powerful strike, Great-Heart brought the giant crashing to the ground.

“Wait, let me get up!” the giant pleaded.

Great-Heart, with fairness, allowed him to rise. They clashed again, and the giant came dangerously close to overpowering Great-Heart with his club.

Seeing the danger, Great-Heart, full of determination, charged and pierced the giant beneath his fifth rib. The giant staggered, his strength failing, and he could no longer lift his club. Seizing the moment, Great-Heart delivered a final blow, severing the giant’s head from his shoulders.

The women and children erupted in cheers, rejoicing at the victory. Great-Heart also gave thanks to God for the deliverance He had granted them.

After the victory, the group erected a pillar and mounted the giant’s head upon it. Beneath it, they inscribed these words for all travelers to read:

“This head once crowned a foe so dire,
Who sought to quench the pilgrim’s fire;
He barred their way and spared no soul,
His wicked aim to take control.
Until GREAT-HEART, their guide so true,
Stood firm against this dreadful foe;
For pilgrims’ sake, he fought the fight,
And conquered darkness with the light.”

Next, they climbed to a nearby rise—a vantage point for pilgrims to rest and reflect. This was the same place where Christian first caught sight of Faithful, his companion. Here, they sat down to rest, eat, drink, and rejoice in their deliverance from such a dangerous adversary.

As they ate, Christiana turned to Great-Heart and asked, “Did you get hurt in the battle?”

Great-Heart replied, “Only a small wound to my flesh. But even that is no loss. In fact, it stands as a sign of my love for my Master and for you. By God’s grace, it will serve to increase my reward in the end.”

“But weren’t you afraid,” she asked, “when you saw him come at you with that huge club?”

“It is my duty,” he answered, “to distrust my own strength so that I rely on Him who is stronger than all.”

Then he quoted:
“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that His life may also be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you. It is written, ‘I believed; therefore, I have spoken.’ Since we have that same spirit of faith, we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you. All this is for your benefit so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.”
~ 2 Corinthians 4:7–15

Christiana then asked, “What went through your mind when he struck you down with his first blow?”

“To be honest,” Great-Heart said, “I thought of my Master, for He too was brought low before He triumphed. And just like Him, I knew that victory was certain in the end.”

Matthew spoke up, “When I think about everything, I can’t help but say God has been incredibly good to us. He’s brought us safely out of this valley and delivered us from the enemy’s hand. For my part, I see no reason to ever doubt Him again. His love has been proven to us here in such a powerful way.”

21. Old Mr. Honest

They then got up and continued on their way. Soon, they came upon an oak tree, and beneath it, they found an old pilgrim fast asleep. They recognized him by his clothes, staff, and girdle as a fellow traveler.

Mr. Great-Heart, the guide, woke him up, and as the old man opened his eyes, he asked, “What’s going on? Who are you, and what brings you here?”

Great-Heart replied, “Don’t be alarmed; we are all friends here.” Despite the reassurance, the old man got up, cautious, and demanded to know who they were.

The guide said, “My name is Great-Heart, and I’m the guide for these pilgrims who are on their way to the celestial country.”

Then, the old man spoke, “I apologize. I thought you might be the same people who robbed Little-Faith of his money not long ago. But now, looking more carefully, I see you are honest folk.”

Great-Heart asked, “What would you have done if we were indeed those thieves?”

The old man answered, “I would have fought as long as I could breathe. And if I fought, I know you would never have defeated me, because a Christian cannot be overcome unless he surrenders himself.”

“Well said, father Honest!” exclaimed Great-Heart. “That’s exactly the kind of spirit we need. I can see you’re a true pilgrim, speaking the truth.”

The old man responded, “And by that, I can tell you know what true pilgrimage is. Many think we’re the easiest to defeat.”

“Now that we’re all together, please, tell me your name and where you came from,” said Great-Heart.

“I cannot give you my full name,” the old man replied, “but I came from the town of Stupidity. It’s about four miles beyond the city of Destruction.”

“Oh, are you from that place?” Great-Heart said, with a hint of recognition. “I think I know who you are—your name is Old Honesty, isn’t it?”

The old man blushed and replied, “Not exactly ‘Honesty’ in general, but ‘Honest’ is my name. And I do hope my character reflects the name I bear. But, sir, how did you guess I was from that place?”

“I had heard of you from my Master,” Great-Heart explained. “He knows all things on earth. I’ve often wondered how anyone could come from your town, since it’s even worse than the City of Destruction.”

“Yes,” the old man said, “we’re farther from the sun, which makes us colder and more senseless. But even if someone were in a mountain of ice, if the Sun of Righteousness rises on him, his frozen heart will thaw. That’s what happened to me.”

“I believe it, Father Honest,” Great-Heart said warmly. “I know it’s true.”

The old man then greeted all the pilgrims with a warm and holy kiss, asking their names and how their journey had been since they set out.

Christiana replied, “I’m sure you’ve heard of me; my husband was the good Christian, and these four are his children.” Can you imagine how the old man reacted when he heard her name? He jumped for joy, smiled, and showered them with blessings, saying:

“I’ve heard so much about your husband—his travels, his struggles, and the battles he fought. To your comfort, his name is known far and wide. His faith, courage, perseverance, and sincerity have made him famous.” He then turned to the children and asked their names, which they gave him. He said to them:

“Matthew, may you be like Matthew the tax collector—known for virtue, not vice. Samuel, may you be like Samuel the prophet, a man of deep faith and prayer. Joseph, may you be like Joseph in Potiphar’s house, pure and one who flees from temptation. And James, may you be like James the Just, and like James, the brother of our Lord.”

“Philip, Bartholomew, Thomas, Matthew the tax collector, James the son of Alphaeus, and Lebbaeus, whose surname was Thaddaeus”
~ Matthew 10:3 ~

“Moses and Aaron were among His priests, and Samuel was among those who called on His name; they called on the LORD, and He answered them.”
~ Psalms 99:6 ~

“Joseph was brought down to Egypt, and Potiphar, an officer of Pharaoh and captain of the guard, bought him from the Ishmaelites who had brought him there. The LORD was with Joseph, and he prospered in everything he did. His master noticed that the LORD was with him and made him successful in everything he did. Joseph found favor in his sight, and he became overseer of his house, and all that his master had was put in his care. The LORD blessed the Egyptian’s house for Joseph’s sake, and the blessing of the LORD was upon everything he had, both in the house and in the field. Potiphar left everything in Joseph’s hands and knew nothing except the bread he ate. Joseph was well-built and handsome, and after some time, his master’s wife took notice of him and said, ‘Sleep with me.’ But he refused and said, ‘My master trusts me with everything in the house, and there’s no one greater than I here. He has withheld nothing from me except you, because you are his wife. How could I do such a wicked thing and sin against God?’ Despite her persistent advances, Joseph refused to listen to her, not even to be with her. One day, when he went into the house to attend to his duties and none of the other men were there, she grabbed him by his cloak and said, ‘Sleep with me!’ But he left his cloak in her hand and ran out of the house. When she saw that he had left his cloak and fled, she called the servants and said, ‘Look, he’s brought in a Hebrew to insult us. He came to sleep with me, but I screamed, and when he heard my cry, he left his cloak with me and ran out.’ She kept his cloak until her husband came home, and then told him the same story: ‘The Hebrew servant you brought here tried to make a fool of me, but when I screamed, he left his cloak with me and ran away.’”
~ Genesis 39:1-18 ~

They then told him about Mercy, how she had left her home and family to join Christiana and her sons on the journey. Hearing this, the old man said, “Mercy, is that your name? By mercy, you will be sustained and carried through all the challenges you will face on your journey, until you reach the place where you will see the fountain of mercy face to face, and be comforted.”

Throughout this conversation, the guide, Mr. Great-heart, was visibly pleased and smiled warmly at his companion.

22. The Story of Mr. Fearing

As they walked together, the guide asked the old man if he knew a Mr. Fearing, who had come from his area on a pilgrimage.

“Yes, I knew him very well,” replied the old man. “He had the foundation of faith, but he was one of the most difficult pilgrims I’ve ever met.”

“I see you knew him,” said Mr. Great-heart, “because that’s a very accurate description of him.”

“Knew him! I was great companions with him,” the old man continued. “I was with him when he first began to think about what would happen to us after this life.”

“I was his guide from my master’s house to the gates of the Celestial City,” Mr. Great-heart said.

“Then you knew he was troublesome,” said the old man.

“I did,” Mr. Great-heart replied. “But I could handle it. People in my line of work are often given the task of guiding people like him.”

“Well then, please tell us a bit about him, and how he managed himself while under your guidance,” the old man requested.

Mr. Great-heart said, “Well, he was always afraid that he wouldn’t make it to the place he longed to go. Everything terrified him—anything that even remotely seemed like it might oppose him. I heard that he spent over a month at the Slough of Despond, crying out in despair. He wouldn’t move, even though he saw others go past him, and many offered to help him, but he refused. He didn’t want to go back either. He said that if he didn’t reach the Celestial City, he would die. Yet, he was discouraged by every challenge and stumbled over every small obstacle in his path. After being stuck there for a long time, one sunny morning, for some reason, he decided to try and cross. Somehow, he made it over. But even after crossing, he could hardly believe it. It seemed like he carried a mental Slough of Despond with him wherever he went, and that’s why he struggled so much.

When he reached the gate—you know the one I mean, the one at the start of the path—he hesitated for a long time before he dared to knock. When the gate opened, he shrank back and let others go ahead of him, saying he wasn’t worthy. Even though he got there first, many others went in before him. He stood there shaking, looking like a person in such despair that it would break your heart to see. Yet, he wouldn’t go back. Finally, he picked up the hammer by the gate and tapped it softly a couple of times. When the door opened, he flinched back again. The one who opened the door stepped out and asked, ‘What do you want, trembling one?’ At that, he collapsed to the ground. The man who spoke to him was surprised to see him so weak. He said, ‘Peace be with you. Get up, for I have opened the door for you. Come in, for you are blessed.’ With that, he got up and entered, still trembling, and when he got in, he was too ashamed to lift his head.

“After he was welcomed inside, as is the custom, he was told which way to continue on his journey. So, he made his way here, to our house. But just like he had at the gate, he did the same at my master’s house, the Interpreter’s. He hesitated outside for a long time in the cold before he dared to knock, but he didn’t leave. It was a long and cold night. He even had a note from my Master asking for him to be received and comforted, and to be given a brave guide because he was so fearful. But still, he was too afraid to knock on the door. So, he wandered around, nearly starving. Despite seeing others go in when they knocked, he couldn’t bring himself to try.”

“Finally, I looked out of the window and noticed a man pacing back and forth near the door. I went out to him and asked what he needed. Poor man, his eyes were filled with tears. I could immediately tell what he was seeking. I went inside and shared this with everyone in the house, and we brought the matter before our Lord. He sent me back out to invite him in, but I’ll admit, it wasn’t easy convincing him. Eventually, he came inside, and I must say, my Lord was incredibly kind to him. There were only a few good pieces of food on the table, but some were placed on his plate. He then showed the note, and my Lord read it and assured him that his request would be granted. After he had been there for some time, he began to feel a little more encouraged and comforted, for my Master, as you know, is very compassionate, especially towards those who are afraid. He treated this man with all the kindness that could best lift his spirits.

When the man was ready to continue on his journey toward the Celestial City, my Lord, just as he had done for Christian before, gave him a bottle of spirits and some comforting food. We set off, and I led the way, but the man hardly spoke, only sighing deeply from time to time.

When we reached the place where the three men were hanged, he expressed his fear that he too might meet the same end. However, he seemed comforted when he saw the cross and the tomb. He lingered for a while, looking at them, and for a time, he appeared to regain some cheerfulness. When we arrived at the Hill Difficulty, he didn’t hesitate to climb, nor was he afraid of the lions. You see, his real concern wasn’t with physical dangers; his fear was whether he would be accepted in the end.

I managed to get him into the House Beautiful, though I’m not sure he was entirely willing at first. Once inside, I introduced him to the damsels of the house, but he felt too shy to engage with them much. He preferred solitude, though he loved good conversation, and would often hide behind the screen to listen. He also enjoyed admiring the ancient things in the house, reflecting on them in his mind. Later, he told me that he especially enjoyed staying at the two houses he had visited earlier—the Gate and the Interpreter’s house—but he felt too timid to ask to stay again.”

When we left the House Beautiful and descended the hill into the Valley of Humiliation, he made his way down as confidently as I’ve ever seen anyone, for he didn’t care how humble he appeared as long as he could find peace in the end. In fact, I believe there was some kind of bond between him and that valley, because I’ve never seen him at peace in his journey as I did there.

He would often lie down, embracing the ground, even kissing the flowers that grew in that valley.

“It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young. He sits alone in silence, because he has accepted it. He puts his mouth in the dust; perhaps there is still hope.” ~ Lamentations 3:27-29 ~

Every morning, he would rise at dawn, walking and retracing his steps in the valley.

But when we reached the entrance to the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I thought I might lose him. Not because he wanted to turn back—that he always refused—but because he was paralyzed with fear. “Oh, the hobgoblins will get me, the hobgoblins will get me!” he cried, and I couldn’t calm him down. His shouts and panic were so loud that if anyone had heard him, it would have surely encouraged them to attack.

However, I took special note of something: this valley remained eerily peaceful as we crossed it, just as it always had before. I believe that, in that moment, our Lord had given a special command to the enemies of the valley to leave Mr. Fearing alone until he had passed through.

“It would be too long to recount everything, so I’ll mention just a few more things. When he reached Vanity Fair, I thought he would have fought every man there; I was afraid we would both be beaten senseless because he was so enraged by their foolishness. He was also very alert on the enchanted ground. But when we reached the river with no bridge, he was in a terrible state; he said he was going to drown and would never again see the face he had traveled so far to behold.

And here’s something I noticed that was quite remarkable: the water in the river was lower than I had ever seen it before. So he was able to cross without getting more than his feet wet. As he approached the gate, Mr. Great-heart started to say goodbye and wish him a good reception in the world above. He replied, ‘I shall, I shall.’ Then we parted ways, and I never saw him again.”

Honest: “So, it seems he was well in the end.”

Great-heart: “Yes, yes, I had no doubt about him. He had a noble spirit, though he was often weighed down by self-doubt, which made his life burdensome to him and difficult for others around him.”

“O Lord, God of my salvation, I have cried out day and night before You. Let my prayer come before You; incline Your ear to my cry. For my soul is full of troubles, and my life is near the grave. I am counted with those who go down to the pit; I am like a man without strength, forsaken among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom You no longer remember, cut off from Your hand. You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkness, in the depths. Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and You have afflicted me with all Your waves. Selah.

You have put my friends far from me; You have made me repulsive to them. I am shut in and cannot escape. My eyes grow dim with sorrow; Lord, I have called to You every day, I have stretched out my hands to You. Will You perform wonders for the dead? Will the dead arise and praise You? Selah. Will Your love be declared in the grave, or Your faithfulness in destruction? Will Your wonders be known in the dark, or Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness? But to You I have cried, O Lord; and in the morning my prayer comes before You.

Lord, why do You cast off my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me? I am afflicted and near death from my youth. While I suffer Your terrors, I am desperate. Your fierce wrath has swept over me; Your terrors have destroyed me. They surround me daily like a flood; they encompass me altogether. You have taken my loved ones and friends far from me; You have made them my companions in darkness.” ~ Psalms 88:1-18 ~

He was, above all, sensitive to sin; so afraid of causing harm to others that he would often forgo what was lawful to avoid offending anyone.

“It is good neither to eat meat, nor to drink wine, nor to do anything by which your brother stumbles, is offended, or is made weak.” ~ Romans 14:21 ~

“Therefore, if food causes my brother to stumble, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause my brother to stumble.” ~ 1 Corinthians 8:13 ~

Honest: “But why should such a good man be in the dark for so long?”

Great-heart: “There are two reasons for that: one is that it is God’s will; some must rejoice, and some must mourn.”

“But to what shall I compare this generation? It is like children sitting in the marketplaces, calling out to their companions, ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn.’ For John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, ‘He has a demon.'” ~ Matthew 11:16-18 ~

Now Mr. FEARING was one who played a low note. He and his companions sounded the sackbut, whose notes are more mournful than those of other instruments. Some say the bass is the foundation of music. Personally, I don’t mind the profession that begins with a heavy heart. The first string a musician usually touches is the bass when tuning the whole instrument; similarly, God tunes the soul by playing on this string first. The only imperfection in Mr. FEARING’s journey was that he could play only this mournful music until near the end of his life.

I use this metaphor to help young readers understand, and because in the book of Revelation, the saved are compared to musicians who play their trumpets and harps, singing songs before the throne.

“And I saw the seven angels who stand before God, and to them were given seven trumpets.” ~ Revelation 8:2 ~

“And I heard a voice from heaven, like the sound of many waters, and like the sound of thunder. And I heard the sound of harpers playing their harps. And they sang a new song before the throne, and before the four living creatures and the elders; and no one could learn the song except the one hundred and forty-four thousand who were redeemed from the earth.” ~ Revelation 14:2, 3 ~

Honest: “He was a very passionate man, as you can tell from what you’ve shared about him. He wasn’t afraid of difficulties, lions, or Vanity Fair; his only fear was sin, death, and hell, because he had some doubts about his place in that heavenly kingdom.”

Great-heart: “You’re right: those were his main struggles, and as you’ve rightly pointed out, they came from the weakness of his understanding, not from a lack of strength in his spirit when it came to living the pilgrim’s life. I believe, as the saying goes, that he would have faced anything— even a firebrand— if it stood in his way; but the doubts and fears that troubled him were not easy for anyone to shake off.”

Chris: “This story of Mr. FEARING has really helped me. I thought no one was like me, but I can see there was some similarity between us, only we differed in two ways: his troubles were so great that they came out openly, but mine I kept hidden. His troubles were so overwhelming they stopped him from knocking on the doors of the places prepared for him; but my trouble made me knock even louder.”

Mercy: “If I may speak freely, I must admit that I also carry something of his struggle within me. I’ve always been more afraid of the lake and the loss of a place in paradise than of anything else. I thought to myself, ‘If I can only have a home there, it’s enough, even if I have to give up everything else to gain it!'”

Matt: “Then Matthew said, ‘Fear was one thing that made me doubt whether I had what it takes for salvation; but if it was the same with such a good man as him, why shouldn’t it go well for me too?'”

James: “No fear, no grace,” said James. “Though fear of hell doesn’t always mean there’s grace, there’s definitely no grace where there is no fear of God.”

Great-heart: “Well said, JAMES, you’ve hit the nail on the head: ‘The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom,’ and without that beginning, there’s no middle or end. But we’ll end our discussion of Mr. FEARING here, after we send him this farewell:”Well, Master FEARING, you did fear
Your God, and were dismayed
At doing anything, while here,
That might cause you to be betrayed.
You feared the Lake and the Pit—
If only others feared it too!

23. A Pilgrim With False Conclusions

Now I saw that they continued their conversation. After Mr. Great-heart had finished speaking about Mr. Fearing, Mr. Honest began to tell them about another man, named Mr. Self-Will. “He claimed to be a pilgrim,” said Mr. Honest, “but I believe he never truly entered through the gate that leads to the path.”

Great-heart: “Did you ever speak to him about it?”

Honest: “Yes, more than once or twice, but he was always the same—self-willed. He didn’t care for people, logic, or even examples. He did what he wanted, and nothing else could change him.”

Great-heart: “What beliefs did he hold? Surely you can tell us?”

Honest: “He believed that a person could follow both the vices and the virtues of pilgrims, and that if he did, he would still be saved.”

Great-heart: “How? If he had said that it’s possible for even the best pilgrims to fall into vices while partaking in their virtues, he would not have been much criticized, because we are not immune from vice, except by vigilance and effort. But I see this is not the case. If I understand you correctly, he thought it was acceptable to do so.”

Honest: “Yes, yes, that’s what I mean. He believed and practiced this way.”

Great-heart: “But what was his reasoning for such beliefs?”

Honest: “He said he had Scripture to back him up.”

Great-heart: “Please, Mr. Honest, share a few specifics.”

Honest: “I will. He argued that having relationships with other men’s wives was something practiced by David, God’s beloved, so he could do it too. He said having more than one wife was something Solomon did, so he could do it. He pointed out that Sarah and the righteous midwives in Egypt lied, and so did Rahab, who was saved; so he believed he could lie as well. He claimed the disciples followed their Master’s command and took someone’s donkey, so he could do that too. He said that Jacob gained his inheritance through deception, so he believed he could do that too.”

Great-heart: “Quite a bold argument, indeed! Are you sure he held such views?”

Honest: “I’ve heard him argue for it, quote Scripture to support it, and provide reasoning for it, etc.”

Great-heart: “An opinion so wrong that it should never be tolerated in the world.”

Honest: “You must understand me correctly. He didn’t say that anyone could do these things, but that those who had the virtues of those who did them might also do the same.”

Great-heart: “But what could be more false than such reasoning? It’s like saying that because good men in the past sinned out of weakness, one today has the right to sin with presumptuous intent. Or, like saying that because a child falls and gets dirty from a gust of wind or tripping over a stone, that child should then lie down and wallow in the mud on purpose. Who would have thought anyone could be so blinded by lust? But as Scripture says: ‘They stumble at the Word, being disobedient; and to this they were appointed.'”

“As it is written: ‘A stone of stumbling and a rock of offense to those who stumble at the Word, being disobedient, to which they were also appointed.'”
~ 1 Peter 2:8 ~

His belief that someone may possess the virtues of the godly while indulging in their vices is just as delusional. It’s like a dog claiming, “I have, or can have, the qualities of a child, because I lick up its filthy waste.” To consume the sin of God’s people is no sign of having their virtues.

“They eat up the sin of my people, and they set their heart on their iniquity.”
~ Hosea 4:8 ~

Nor can I believe that someone holding such an opinion truly has faith or love in them. But I know you have strong objections against him; what defense can he offer for himself?

Honest: “Well, he argues that holding this view as an opinion seems much more honest than to actually do it while holding a contrary opinion.”

Great-heart: “A wicked answer indeed. While allowing lust to reign in our lives, even if our opinions are against it, is wrong, it is far worse to sin and justify it by claiming it’s permissible. The first may cause others to stumble accidentally, but the second leads them directly into the snare.”

Honest: “There are many with this mindset who don’t voice it as openly as he does, and that’s what makes pilgrimage seem so little esteemed today.”

Great-heart: “You are right, and it’s a shame. But those who truly fear the King of Paradise will come out from among them.”

Chris: “There are strange beliefs in the world; I know of one who said it’s enough to repent when you’re about to die.”

Great-heart: “Such people are not very wise. If someone were given a week to travel twenty miles to save their life, would they wait until the last hour to begin?”

Honest: “You’re right. And yet, many who consider themselves pilgrims do exactly that. I am an old man, and I’ve traveled this road for many years, and I’ve observed many things.

I’ve seen some who started out as if they would conquer the world, yet within days they perished in the wilderness and never saw the promised land.

I’ve seen some who made no promises when they started out, who one would have thought couldn’t last a day, yet they proved to be excellent pilgrims.

I’ve seen some who ran ahead quickly, only to run back just as fast.

I’ve seen some who spoke highly of a pilgrim’s life at first, only to later speak just as strongly against it.

I’ve heard some, when they first set out for paradise, declare that such a place existed, only for them to return near its gates and deny its existence.

I’ve heard some boast of what they would do if opposed, only for them to abandon faith, the pilgrim’s way, and everything, at the slightest false alarm.”

Now, as they were on their way, someone came running toward them and said, “Gentlemen, and especially you of the weaker sort, if you value your lives, get away quickly; for the robbers are ahead.”

Great-heart said, “Those are the same three who attacked Little-Faith before. Well,” he continued, “we’re ready for them.” So, they kept going on their way. They stayed alert at every turn, expecting to encounter the villains. But whether they had heard about Mr. Great-heart or had other plans, they did not confront the pilgrims.

24. At the House of Gaius

Christiana then wished for an inn for herself and her children, as they were tired. Mr. Honest responded, “There’s one just ahead, where a very honorable disciple named Gaius lives.”

“Gaius, my host, and of the whole church, greets you. Erastus, the chamberlain of the city, greets you, and Quartus, a brother.” ~ Romans 16:23 ~

So they all decided to head there, especially since the old man had spoken so highly of him. When they arrived at the door, they entered without knocking, as it was customary at inns. They called for the host, and he came out to meet them. They asked if they could stay the night.

Gaius replied, “Yes, of course, if you are true men, for my house is for pilgrims only.” This made Christiana, Mercy, and the children even more pleased, knowing the innkeeper was a friend of pilgrims. They requested rooms, and he showed them one for Christiana and her children, and another for Mr. Great-heart and the old man.

Then Mr. Great-heart asked, “Good Gaius, what do you have for supper? These pilgrims have traveled far today and are weary.”

Gaius replied, “It’s late, so we can’t go out to get food, but what we have here, you’re welcome to, if it’s sufficient for you.”

Great-heart responded, “We’ll be content with what you have; for I’ve found you to always have what’s needed, and never lack what’s convenient.”

He then went downstairs and spoke to the cook, whose name was Taste-That-Which-Is-Good, to prepare supper for the pilgrims. Afterward, he returned upstairs and said, “Come, my friends, you are welcome here. I’m glad I have a house to host you, and while supper is being prepared, let’s pass the time with some good conversation.” They all agreed, saying, “That sounds good.”

Gaius then asked, “Whose wife is this elderly lady, and whose daughter is this young woman?”

Great-heart replied, “The woman is the wife of Christian, a pilgrim from earlier times, and these are his four children. The young woman is one of her friends, someone she convinced to join her on the pilgrimage. The boys take after their father and are eager to follow in his footsteps. If they find any place where the old pilgrim once rested or see any footprint of his, it fills their hearts with joy, and they long to lie down or walk in the same place.”

Gaius responded, “Is this Christian’s wife, and are these Christian’s children? I knew your husband’s father, and even his grandfather. Many from this family have been faithful. Their ancestors first lived in Antioch.”

“And when he had found him, he brought him to Antioch. For a whole year they met with the church and taught many people. The disciples were first called Christians in Antioch.” ~ Acts 11:26 ~

Christian’s ancestors (I’m sure your husband has spoken of them) were exceptional men. They stood out above all others for their immense virtue and courage in serving the Lord of pilgrims, following His ways, and loving His people. I’ve heard of many of your husband’s relatives who endured great trials for the sake of truth. Stephen, one of the earliest from this family line, was stoned to death.

“And they stoned Stephen, calling upon God, and saying, ‘Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.’ And he kneeled down, and cried with a loud voice, ‘Lord, do not hold this sin against them.’ And when he had said this, he fell asleep.” ~ Acts 7:59, 60 ~

James, another from the same generation, was killed by the sword.

“And he killed James the brother of John with the sword.” ~ Acts 12:2 ~

Not to mention Paul and Peter, both from the same family line. Then there were Ignatius, who was thrown to the lions; Romanus, whose flesh was torn piece by piece; and Polycarp, who stood firm in the fire. There was also the one who was hung in a basket in the sun for the wasps to devour, and the one they stuffed into a sack and drowned at sea. It would be impossible to count all those from this family who suffered injuries and death for the love of the pilgrim’s life. I’m truly glad to see that your husband has left behind four such fine sons. I hope they will uphold their father’s name, follow his footsteps, and finish as he did.

Great-heart. Indeed, they are promising young men: they clearly embrace their father’s ways.

Gaius. That’s exactly what I meant; Christian’s family will likely continue to spread and flourish on the earth. So, Christiana, look for suitable young women for your sons to marry, so that their father’s name and the legacy of his ancestors are never forgotten.

Honest. It would be a great shame for this family to fade away and become extinct.

“It can’t fall, but it might be diminished. However, let Christiana take my advice, and that will help uphold it. And, Christiana,” said the innkeeper, “I’m glad to see you and your friend Mercy here together. You make a lovely pair. May I suggest that you bring Mercy into an even closer relationship with you? If she’s willing, let her marry Matthew, your eldest son. It’s a good way to ensure your family continues for generations to come.” So, this match was agreed upon, and in time, they were married. But more on that later.

Women are not Reproached in Christ

Gaius continued, “Now, let me speak on behalf of women to remove their reproach. For while death and the curse came into the world through a woman, so also did life and salvation: ‘God sent forth His Son, born of a woman.'”

“Now, the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, ‘Did God really say, “You shall not eat from any tree in the garden?”‘ The woman said to the serpent, ‘We may eat the fruit of the trees in the garden, but of the fruit of the tree which is in the middle of the garden, God has said, “You shall not eat it, nor shall you touch it, lest you die.”‘ The serpent said to the woman, ‘You will not surely die. For God knows that in the day you eat of it, your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.’

When the woman saw that the tree was good for food, pleasing to the eyes, and desirable to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate. She also gave some to her husband, and he ate. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked. So they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves coverings. And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden.

The Lord God called to Adam and said, ‘Where are you?’ He answered, ‘I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked, so I hid myself.’ And He said, ‘Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat?’ The man said, ‘The woman whom You gave to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I ate.’

Then the Lord God said to the woman, ‘What is this you have done?’ The woman said, ‘The serpent deceived me, and I ate.’ So the Lord God said to the serpent, ‘Because you have done this, you are cursed more than all cattle and more than every beast of the field; on your belly you shall go, and you shall eat dust all the days of your life. And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your seed and her seed; He shall bruise your head, and you shall bruise His heel.’

To the woman, He said, ‘I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; in pain you shall bring forth children. Your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you.’ And to Adam, He said, ‘Because you have heeded the voice of your wife and have eaten from the tree of which I commanded you, saying, “You shall not eat of it,” cursed is the ground for your sake. In toil you shall eat of it all the days of your life; both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you, and you shall eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for dust you are, and to dust you shall return.’

And Adam called his wife’s name Eve, because she was the mother of all living. Also for Adam and his wife, the Lord God made tunics of skin and clothed them. Then the Lord God said, ‘Behold, the man has become like one of Us, to know good and evil. And now, lest he put out his hand and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever...'”
~ Genesis 3:1-22 ~

To show just how much those who came after rejected the actions of their mothers, the women of the Old Testament longed for the possibility that they might be the one to bear the Savior of the world. I say again, when the Savior came, women were the first to rejoice in Him, even before men or angels.

“And Mary arose in those days and hurried to the hill country, into a city of Judah. She entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and she was filled with the Holy Spirit. In a loud voice, she exclaimed, ‘Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her.’

And Mary said, ‘My soul glorifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for He has been mindful of the humble state of His servant. From now on, all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me—holy is His name. His mercy extends to those who fear Him, from generation to generation. He has performed mighty deeds with His arm; He has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts. He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble. He has filled the hungry with good things, but has sent the rich away empty. He has helped His servant Israel, remembering to be merciful to Abraham and his descendants forever.’

~ Luke 1:39-55 ~

I don’t read of any man ever giving even a coin to Christ, but the women followed Him and provided for His needs out of their own resources. It was a woman who washed His feet with her tears, and a woman who anointed His body for burial. Women were there weeping as He went to the cross; they followed Him from the cross and stayed by His tomb when He was buried. They were the first to see Him at His resurrection and the first to bring the good news to His disciples.

“And a woman in the city, who was a sinner, learned that Jesus was eating at a Pharisee’s house. She brought an alabaster jar of perfume, and stood behind Him at His feet, weeping. She began to wash His feet with her tears and wipe them with her hair. She kissed His feet and anointed them with the perfume. When the Pharisee who had invited Him saw this, he said to himself, ‘If this man were a prophet, He would know who is touching Him and what kind of woman she is—she’s a sinner.’

Jesus answered him, ‘Simon, I have something to tell you.’ ‘Tell me, teacher,’ he said. ‘Two people owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he forgave the debts of both. Now which of them will love him more?’

Simon replied, ‘I suppose the one who had the bigger debt forgiven.’ ‘You have judged correctly,’ Jesus said. Then He turned toward the woman and said to Simon, ‘Do you see this woman? I came into your house, you did not give me water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.’

Then Jesus said to her, ‘Your sins are forgiven.’ The other guests began to say among themselves, ‘Who is this who even forgives sins?’ Jesus said to the woman, ‘Your faith has saved you; go in peace.'”

~ Luke 7:37-50 ~

“And some women who had been healed of evil spirits and diseases—Mary called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had come out; Joanna the wife of Chuza, the manager of Herod’s household; Susanna; and many others—these women were helping to support them out of their own means.”

~ Luke 8:2, 3 ~

“A large crowd of people followed Jesus, including women who mourned and wailed for Him.”

~ Luke 23:27 ~

“Some of the women of our group amazed us. They went to the tomb early this morning but didn’t find His body. They came and told us that they had seen a vision of angels, who said He was alive.”

~ Luke 24:22, 23 ~

“When the wine ran out, Jesus’ mother said to Him, ‘They have no wine.'”

~ John 2:3 ~

(It was the same Mary who anointed the Lord with perfume and wiped His feet with her hair—her brother Lazarus was sick.)

~ John 11:2 ~

“Then the people answered, ‘Let His blood be on us and on our children!’ Then he released Barabbas to them. But he had Jesus flogged and handed Him over to be crucified. The soldiers took Jesus into the Praetorium and gathered the whole company of soldiers around Him. They stripped Him and put a scarlet robe on Him. And they twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on His head. They put a staff in His right hand and knelt in front of Him and mocked Him, saying, ‘Hail, King of the Jews!’ They spit on Him, and took the staff and struck Him on the head again and again. After they had mocked Him, they took off the robe and put His own clothes on Him. Then they led Him away to crucify Him.

As they were going out, they met a man from Cyrene, named Simon, and they forced him to carry the cross. They came to a place called Golgotha (which means ‘the place of the skull’). There they offered Jesus wine to drink, mixed with gall, but after tasting it, He refused to drink it. When they had crucified Him, they divided up His clothes by casting lots. And sitting down, they kept watch over Him there. Above His head, they placed the written charge against Him: ‘This is Jesus, the King of the Jews.’ Two rebels were crucified with Him, one on His right and one on His left.

Those who passed by hurled insults at Him, shaking their heads and saying, ‘You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God!’ In the same way, the chief priests, the teachers of the law, and the elders mocked Him. ‘He saved others,’ they said, ‘but He can’t save Himself! He’s the King of Israel! Let Him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in Him. He trusts in God. Let God rescue Him now if He wants Him, for He said, “I am the Son of God.”‘

In the same way, the rebels who were crucified with Him also heaped insults on Him.

From noon until three in the afternoon, darkness came over all the land. About three in the afternoon, Jesus cried out in a loud voice, ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?’ (which means ‘My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?’). When some of those standing there heard this, they said, ‘He’s calling Elijah.’ Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a staff, and offered it to Jesus to drink. The rest said, ‘Now leave Him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to save Him.’

And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, He gave up His spirit.

At that moment, the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split, and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs after Jesus’ resurrection and went into the holy city and appeared to many people.

When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, ‘Surely He was the Son of God!’

Many women were there, watching from a distance. They had followed Jesus from Galilee to care for His needs. Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and Joseph, and the mother of Zebedee’s sons.

As evening approached, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who had himself become a disciple of Jesus. Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus’ body, and Pilate ordered that it be given to him. Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. He rolled a big stone in front of the entrance to the tomb and went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting there opposite the tomb.”

~ Matthew 27:25-61 ~

Therefore, women are highly favored and show by these actions that they, too, share in the grace of life.

Supper at the House of Gaius

The cook then sent a message to inform them that supper was nearly ready and instructed someone to set the table, lay out the plates, and arrange the salt and bread.

Matthew remarked, “Seeing this table being prepared for supper makes me hungrier than I was before.”

Gaius replied, “Just as this meal prepares you, let all the teachings and guidance you receive in this life increase your longing to partake in the great feast the King will prepare for us in His Kingdom. Everything we experience here, from preaching to books and rituals, is just the setting of the table—mere preparations compared to the grand feast we will enjoy when we enter His house.”

Supper was then served, beginning with a heave shoulder and a wave breast, symbolizing the need to begin the meal with prayer and praise to God.

The heave shoulder and wave breast were offered as part of the peace offerings, given as a portion to the priests. This gesture reminded the people to begin their meal with reverence to God and gratitude for His provision.

Leviticus 7:32-34: “The right shoulder shall be given to the priest as an offering from the peace offerings of the Israelites. The priest who offers the blood and fat of the peace offerings will receive the right shoulder as his share. The wave breast and the heave shoulder have been taken from the peace offerings of the children of Israel and given to Aaron and his sons as an everlasting statute.”

Leviticus 10:14-15: “You and your family are to eat the wave breast and heave shoulder in a clean place, as they are your portion from the peace offerings of the Israelites. They will be brought to the Lord along with the offerings made by fire, and these will be given to you and your descendants as a perpetual statute.”

Psalm 25:1: “To You, O Lord, I lift up my soul.”

Hebrews 13:15: “Therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise, the fruit of lips that openly give thanks to His name.”

With the heave shoulder, David lifted his heart to God, and with the wave breast, where his heart lay, he would often rest it on his harp as he played. These two dishes were fresh and delicious, and everyone ate their fill.

Next, they brought out a bottle of wine, as red as blood. Gaius encouraged them, “Drink freely; this is the juice of the true vine, which brings joy to both God and man.” So they drank and were filled with joy.

Deuteronomy 32:14: “Butter from cows, milk from sheep, with the fat of lambs, rams from the breed of Bashan, goats, and the finest wheat; and you drank the pure blood of the grape.”

Judges 9:13: “And the vine said to them, ‘Should I abandon my wine, which cheers both God and man, and go and rule over the trees?'”

John 15:1: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.”

Next, they brought a dish of milk with crumbs, and Gaius said, “Let the children have this, for it will help them grow.”

1 Peter 2:1-2: “Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice, deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind. Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation.”

Then, they brought a dish of butter and honey. Gaius said, “Eat generously of this, for it will strengthen your minds and judgments. This was the Lord’s food when He was a child: ‘He shall eat butter and honey, to know how to refuse the evil and choose the good.'”

Isaiah 7:15: “He will eat butter and honey, so that He may learn to reject the evil and choose the good.”

Next, they served a dish of apples, which were very tasty. Matthew then asked, “Can we eat apples, seeing as it was with one that the serpent first deceived our mother?”

Then Gaius said:

“Apples were the ones by which we were deceived;
But it’s sin, not apples, that has defiled our souls.
Forbidden apples, if eaten, corrupt the blood,
But to eat what the Lord permits is for our good.
So drink from His cup, Church, His dove,
And eat His apples, for those sick with love.”

Matthew replied, “I hesitated, for not long ago I became ill from eating fruit.”

Gaius answered, “Forbidden fruit will make you sick, but not what our Lord has allowed.”

As they were talking, another dish was brought in: a dish of nuts.

“I went down to the garden of nuts,
To see the fruits of the valley,
To check if the vine had blossomed,
And if the pomegranates had budded.”
~ Song of Solomon 6:11 ~

Some at the table remarked, “Nuts are too tough for tender teeth, especially for children.” Hearing this, Gaius said:

“Hard texts are like nuts (I won’t call them tricks),
Whose shells keep the kernels from those who seek.
Open the shells, and you’ll find the meat—
They’ve been brought for you to crack and eat.”

They all laughed, and continued to enjoy the meal, talking about many things.

Riddles

The old man then said, “My good host, while we’re cracking your nuts, would you care to solve this riddle:

‘A man there was, though some thought him mad,
The more he gave away, the more he had.'”

Everyone listened closely, curious to hear how Gaius would answer. He sat quietly for a moment and then replied:

“He who gives his possessions to the poor,
Shall receive back much more, even ten times more.”

Joseph said, “I must admit, I didn’t think you could solve it.”

Gaius smiled and said, “Oh, I’ve been trained in this way for a long time. Experience teaches best. I’ve learned from my Lord to be generous, and through experience, I’ve found that giving brings more. ‘There is one who scatters and yet increases; and one who hoards more than necessary, but ends in poverty.’ ‘There are those who grow rich, but have nothing; and those who make themselves poor, but possess great riches.'”

Proverbs 11:24:
“There is one who scatters, yet increases;
And there is one who withholds more than is right, but leads to poverty.”

Proverbs 13:7:
“There are those who make themselves rich, but have nothing;
And there are those who make themselves poor, but have great riches.”

Then Samuel whispered to his mother, Christiana, and said, “Mother, this is a very good man’s house; let’s stay here for a while, and let my brother Matthew marry Mercy before we continue our journey.”

Gaius, overhearing this, said, “You are welcome to stay as long as you like, my child.”

So they stayed for over a month, and Matthew married Mercy.

While they were there, Mercy, as was her custom, made coats and garments for the poor, earning a good reputation among the pilgrims.

But to return to the story: After supper, the boys asked for a bed since they were tired from traveling. Gaius was about to show them their room, but Mercy said, “Let me take them to bed.” So she did, and they slept well, while the others stayed up all night talking. Gaius and the rest were such good company that they found it hard to part. After much discussion about their Lord, their journeys, and themselves, old Mr. Honest—who had posed the riddle to Gaius—began to nod off. Great-Heart noticed and said, “What, sir? Are you getting sleepy? Come on, wake up; here’s a riddle for you.”

Mr. Honest replied, “Let’s hear it.”

Great-Heart then said:

“Whoever wants to kill must first be conquered;
And he who wants to live abroad must first die at home.”

“Ha!” said Mr. Honest. “That’s a tough one—hard to explain and even harder to practice. But come on, landlord, I’ll leave my part to you; please explain it, and I’ll listen to your answer.”

“No,” said Gaius, “It was asked of you, so it’s expected that you answer it.”

Then the old gentleman responded:

“He must first be conquered by grace
If he is to mortify his sin;
And the one who wants to live must die to himself within.”

“That’s right,” said Gaius. “Good doctrine and experience teach us this. First, until grace reveals itself and overwhelms the soul with its glory, there is no real strength to oppose sin. Moreover, if sin is like Satan’s chains, binding the soul, how can it resist before being freed from those chains?

“Also, anyone who knows reason or grace would not believe that a person who is a slave to their own corruption could be a true example of grace.”

“Now, a thought comes to mind,” continued Gaius, “and I have a story worth sharing. Two men went on a pilgrimage: one began when he was young, the other when he was old. The young man had strong corruptions to fight; the old man’s corruptions had weakened with age. The young man walked as steadily as the old man, and was just as light on his feet. Now, which one of them had the clearest sign of grace, since both seemed the same?”

Mr. Honest responded, “The young man, without a doubt. That which stands against the greatest opposition proves its strength best—especially when it keeps pace with that which doesn’t face nearly as much, like old age doesn’t.”

He added, “I’ve noticed that older men often fool themselves by thinking that the natural decay of their bodies is a gracious victory over sin. Indeed, older men who are gracious can give valuable advice to younger ones, since they’ve seen how empty many things are. But when both an old and a young man start out together, the young man has the advantage of showing grace most clearly, even though the old man’s corruptions may naturally be weaker.”

They continued talking until dawn. When the family got up, Christiana asked her son James to read a chapter, and he read Isaiah 53. After he finished, Mr. Honest asked, “Why is it said that the Savior came from dry ground, and that He had no form or beauty?”

Great-Heart replied, “As for the first, I say it’s because the Jewish Church, from which Christ came, had nearly lost all its vitality and spirit. As for the second, the words are spoken from the perspective of unbelievers, who, lacking the ability to see into our Prince’s heart, judge Him based on the humility of His appearance.

“Just like people who don’t realize that precious stones are often covered by a rough exterior. When they find one, they don’t know its worth and throw it away, like a common stone.”

25. The Slaying of Slay-Good

“Well,” said Gaius, “now that you’re here, and knowing Mr. Great-Heart’s skill with weapons, why don’t we, after some rest, take a walk into the fields and see if we can do some good? About a mile from here, there’s a giant named Slay-Good who causes a lot of trouble for travelers on the King’s highway. I know the area where he hides, and he leads a gang of thieves. It would be great if we could rid these parts of him.”

Everyone agreed, so they prepared themselves and set out—Mr. Great-Heart armed with his sword, helmet, and shield, and the rest carrying spears and staffs.

When they reached the giant’s hideout, they found him with a pilgrim named Feeble-Mind in his grasp. The giant’s servants had captured Feeble-Mind along the road, and Slay-Good was getting ready to devour him, intending to pick his bones clean afterward, for he was a flesh-eater by nature.

As soon as the giant saw Mr. Great-Heart and his companions standing at the entrance to his cave, armed and ready, he demanded to know their purpose.

Great-Heart: “We’re here for you! We’ve come to avenge the pilgrims you’ve killed and dragged off the King’s highway. Now, come out and face us!”

The giant armed himself and stepped out to fight. The battle began, and it was fierce, lasting over an hour before both sides paused to catch their breath.

Slay-Good: “Why have you come onto my land?”

Great-Heart: “To avenge the blood of the pilgrims, as I told you before!”

They clashed again, and though the giant forced Great-Heart to step back at one point, he quickly recovered. Summoning his strength, Great-Heart struck the giant’s head and sides with such force that Slay-Good dropped his weapon. Taking advantage of the moment, Great-Heart delivered the final blow, killing him. He then cut off the giant’s head and carried it back to the inn as a trophy.

Along with the giant’s head, they also brought Feeble-Mind safely back with them. Once they arrived, they showed the head to the household and mounted it alongside the others they had taken in the past, as a warning to anyone who might consider following in Slay-Good’s footsteps.

26. Mr. Feeble-Mind

Then they asked Mr. Feeble-Mind how he ended up in the hands of the giant.

Feeble-Mind: “Well,” he began, “I’m a sickly man, as you can see. Death has been a frequent visitor at my door, and I began to feel like I could never truly be at peace at home. So, I decided to take up the life of a pilgrim, leaving behind my birthplace in the town of Uncertain, where my father and I were born. I am weak—both in body and in spirit—but I’ve resolved, even if I can only crawl, to spend my days on the pilgrim’s path.

“When I came to the gate at the start of the way, the Lord of that place welcomed me warmly. He didn’t reject me for my frail appearance or my feeble mind. Instead, He provided me with all I needed for the journey and told me to hold on to hope until the end. At the Interpreter’s house, I was treated with great kindness. When I reached the Hill Difficulty, knowing it was beyond my ability, one of his servants carried me to the top. Throughout my journey, pilgrims have often helped me, though none were willing to travel as slowly as I must. Still, they encouraged me, reminding me that it is the Lord’s will to comfort the feeble-minded. Then they would continue at their pace, leaving me with words of cheer.”

“Now we exhort you, brethren, warn them that are unruly, comfort the feeble-minded, support the weak, be patient toward all men.”
~ 1 Thessalonians 5:14 ~

“When I reached Assault Lane, that’s where I encountered the giant. He challenged me to fight, but in my condition, I had more need of a remedy than a battle. He captured me easily. However, I didn’t believe he would kill me. Once he dragged me to his den, I thought, since I hadn’t gone with him willingly, Providence would not allow me to die at his hands. I expected to be robbed—and indeed, he took everything from me—but I’m alive, as you see. For that, I thank my King as the author of my deliverance, and you as the means. I know more trials lie ahead, but I’m determined: I’ll run when I can, walk when I can’t run, and crawl when I can’t walk. Whatever happens, my heart is fixed. My journey continues, and my mind is already set on crossing the river that has no bridge. Though I may be feeble, my hope is firm.”

Honest: Then old Mr. Honest said, “Have you ever been acquainted with a pilgrim named Mr. Fearing?”

Feeble-Mind: “Yes, I knew him well! He came from the town of Stupidity, just north of the City of Destruction and not far from where I was born. In fact, he was my uncle—my father’s brother. We were much alike in temperament, though he was a bit shorter than me. Our mannerisms and appearance were very similar.”

Honest: “I thought as much. You bear his look, his manner of speech, and even his expression.”

Feeble-Mind: “Many who knew us both have said the same. What I saw in him, I have often found in myself.”

Gaius: “Cheer up, my friend,” said Gaius warmly. “You are welcome here, both to me and my house. Whatever you need, ask freely, and my servants will gladly help you.”

Feeble-Mind: “Such kindness!” replied Feeble-Mind. “It feels like sunlight breaking through dark clouds. Did the giant Slay-Good ever imagine that after robbing me, I would find such hospitality here with you? Yet here I am, and I thank God for it.”

As they spoke, a messenger came running to the door with urgent news. “About a mile and a half from here, a pilgrim named Mr. Not-Right was struck dead on the spot by a thunderbolt.”

Feeble-Mind: “Oh no,” said Feeble-Mind, “is he dead? He overtook me a few days ago and insisted on traveling with me. He was with me when the giant Slay-Good captured me, but being quick on his feet, he escaped. It seems, though, that he fled only to meet his end. I, who was taken, have been spared to live.

“What seems intent to strike and slay outright
Oft delivers from the deepest, darkest plight.
That very Providence, whose face seems death,
Bestows upon the lowly life and breath.
He fled and escaped, while captive I remained;
Yet crossed hands brought him death, and me life gained.”

27. A Feast and a Farewell

Around this time, MATTHEW and MERCY were married. GAIUS also gave his daughter, PHOEBE, in marriage to JAMES, MATTHEW’S brother. They all stayed at GAIUS’s house for over ten days, spending their time as pilgrims often do, in fellowship and preparation for the journey ahead.

When it came time for their departure, GAIUS hosted a feast for them. They ate, drank, and celebrated together with joy. As the hour approached for them to leave, Mr. GREAT-HEART asked for the bill. But GAIUS replied that it was not his custom to charge pilgrims for their stay. Instead, he explained that he trusted in the good Samaritan’s promise to repay him for the care and hospitality he provided:

“But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him. And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.”
Luke 10:33-35

Then Mr. GREAT-HEART said to GAIUS:
“Beloved, you are faithful in all you do for the brethren and strangers alike, as they testify to your kindness before the Church. If you send them on their way in a manner worthy of God, you will do well.”
3 John 1:5-6

GAIUS then bid farewell to everyone, including his children, and gave special attention to Mr. FEEBLE-MIND, offering him a drink to strengthen him for the journey.

As they were leaving, Mr. FEEBLE-MIND hesitated, as if he wanted to stay behind. Noticing this, Mr. GREAT-HEART encouraged him:
“Come along with us, Mr. FEEBLE-MIND. I will guide you, and you will share in the same care and provision as the rest.”

“Alas! I lack a suitable companion. You are all strong and energetic, but as you can see, I am weak. I’d rather stay behind, so that my many weaknesses don’t become a burden to myself or to you. As I’ve said, I am a man of weak and feeble mind, easily offended and troubled by things others can endure. I don’t like laughter that seems careless. I don’t like extravagant clothing or pointless debates. In fact, I’m so sensitive that even things others have the freedom to do can trouble me. I don’t yet understand all the truth. I’m an ignorant Christian. Sometimes, when I hear others rejoicing in the Lord, I feel distressed because I can’t share in that joy. I feel like a weak person among the strong, or like a sick man among the healthy. It’s as if I were a neglected lamp about to go out: “Those who are ready to stumble are like a lamp despised by those at ease.” ~ Job 12:5 ~ I don’t know what to do.”

“But, dear brother,” said Mr. Great-Heart, “it is my duty to comfort the feeble-minded and support the weak. You must come with us. We will wait for you, help you, and even give up some of our own comforts for your sake. We won’t engage in debates that could trouble you, and we will adapt ourselves to your needs rather than leave you behind.”

“Accept the one whose faith is weak, without quarreling over disputable matters. One person’s faith allows them to eat anything, but another, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. The one who eats everything must not treat with contempt the one who does not, and the one who does not eat everything must not judge the one who does, for God has accepted them. Who are you to judge someone else’s servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand.” ~ Romans 14:1-4 ~

“Knowledge puffs up, but love builds up. If anyone thinks they know something, they do not yet know as they ought to know. But whoever loves God is known by God.” ~ 1 Corinthians 8:1-3 ~

So, come with us, Mr. Feeble-Mind. We will walk in patience and love, helping you every step of the way.

All this time, they were standing at Gaius’s door. While they were deep in conversation, Mr. Ready-to-Halt came by, carrying his crutches. He, too, was on a pilgrimage. “For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.” ~ Psalms 38:17 ~

When Mr. Feeble-Mind saw him, he said, “Friend, how did you get here? I was just saying that I needed a companion, and here you are—exactly what I was wishing for. Welcome, welcome, Mr. Ready-to-Halt! I hope we can help each other on this journey.”

“I’ll be glad to have your company,” replied Mr. Ready-to-Halt. “And, Mr. Feeble-Mind, since we’ve met so providentially, I’d even lend you one of my crutches rather than see us part ways.”

“No need,” said Feeble-Mind. “I appreciate your kind offer, but I don’t plan to use a crutch unless I can’t walk. Still, I suppose it could come in handy if I need to fend off a dog.”

“Well,” said Ready-to-Halt, “If I or my crutches can ever be of service to you, consider them yours, good Mr. Feeble-Mind.”

28. Stories of Christian’s Pilgrimage

So they continued their journey: Mr. Great-Heart and Mr. Honest led the way; Christiana and her children followed; and Mr. Feeble-Mind and Mr. Ready-to-Halt brought up the rear with his crutches.

Then Mr. Honest said to Great-Heart:

Honest: Please, sir, since we’re on the road, tell us some useful stories about others who have gone on this pilgrimage before us.

Great-Heart: Gladly. You’ve probably heard how Christian, long ago, encountered Apollyon in the Valley of Humiliation and how tough it was for him to pass through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. Also, I’m sure you’ve heard how Faithful had a rough time with Madame Wanton, Adam the First, Discontent, and Shame—four of the most deceitful villains you could meet on the road.

Honest: Yes, I’ve heard all that. But honestly, Faithful had the hardest time with Shame; that guy was relentless.

Great-Heart: Absolutely, as the pilgrim rightly said, “Of all people, he had the wrong name.”

Honest: But tell me, sir, where was it that Christian and Faithful met Talkative? That guy was quite something.

Great-Heart: He was a bold fool, yet many still follow his ways.

Honest: He almost fooled Faithful.

Great-Heart: True, but Christian quickly showed him up for what he was.

They kept walking until they reached the spot where Evangelist had met Christian and Faithful and foretold what would happen to them at Vanity Fair.

Great-Heart, their guide said, “Around here is where Christian and Faithful met Evangelist, who warned them about the troubles they would face at Vanity Fair.”

Honest: Really? That must have been a tough warning to hear!

Great-Heart: It was, but he also gave them encouragement. But why talk about them? They were a pair of fearless men; they set their faces like stone. Don’t you remember how bold they were when they stood before the judge?

Honest: Yes, Faithful suffered bravely.

Great-Heart: He did, and his bravery led to great things; Hopeful and others, as the story goes, were changed by his death.

Honest: Well, please go on; you know so much about these things.

Great-Heart: Of all the people Christian met after passing through Vanity Fair, By-Ends was the worst.

Honest: By-Ends? Who was he?

Great-Heart: A complete hypocrite, a total fraud; he would act religious no matter which way the world turned, but he was so clever he’d never lose or suffer for it. He had a version of religion for every situation, and his wife was just as good at it. He’d switch opinions back and forth and even argue for doing so. But as far as I know, he came to a bad end because of his double-dealing ways. I never heard that any of his children were respected by those who truly followed God.

29. A Stay in Vanity Fair

By this time, they had come within sight of the town of Vanity, where Vanity Fair is held. When they realized how close they were, they discussed how to pass through the town. Some suggested one thing, others another. Finally, Mr. Great-Heart said, “As you know, I’ve guided pilgrims through this town many times. I know a man named Mr. Mnason, a Cypriot and a long-time follower, at whose house we can stay. If you agree,” he said, “we’ll stop there.”

“Agreed,” said old Honest. “Agreed,” said Christiana. “Agreed,” said Mr. Feeble-Mind, and everyone else echoed the same. It was evening by the time they reached the edge of the town, but Mr. Great-Heart knew the way to the old man’s house. They arrived, and he knocked at the door. Mr. Mnason recognized his voice immediately, opened the door, and welcomed them inside. Then Mnason, their host, asked, “How far have you traveled today?” They replied, “From the house of our friend Gaius.” “That’s quite a distance,” he said. “You must be exhausted; please, sit down.” So they sat.

Great-Heart, their guide then said, “Come on, cheer up, everyone! I’m sure you’re welcome at my friend’s house.”

Mnason: “I, too,” said Mr. Mnason, “welcome you. Whatever you need, just let me know, and we’ll do our best to provide it.”

Honest: Not long ago, what we needed most was shelter and good company, and now I hope we have both.

Mnason: You see the shelter we have, but good company will prove itself over time.

Great-Heart: “Well,” said Mr. Great-Heart, “shall we take the pilgrims to their rooms?”

Mnason: “Absolutely,” said Mr. Mnason.

He led them to their rooms and showed them a pleasant dining room where they could eat together until it was time to rest.

Once they were settled and feeling a bit more cheerful after their journey, Mr. Honest asked their host if there were many good people in the town.

Mnason: We have a few, but honestly, they’re outnumbered by those on the other side.

Honest: How can we meet some of them? Seeing good people is like spotting the moon and stars for sailors at sea—it’s a comfort to us pilgrims.

Mnason: Then Mr. Mnason stomped his foot, and his daughter Grace appeared. He said to her, “Grace, go tell my friends Mr. Contrite, Mr. Holy-Man, Mr. Love-Saint, Mr. Dare-Not-Lie, and Mr. Penitent that I have some guests who’d like to meet them this evening.”

Grace went to fetch them, and they came. After greetings, they all sat down together at the table.

Then Mr. Mnason, their host, said, “My neighbors, as you can see, I have some visitors—pilgrims heading to Mount Zion. But guess who this is?” (pointing at Christiana). “It’s Christiana, the wife of Christian, that famous pilgrim who, along with his brother Faithful, was so shamefully treated in our town.”

They were stunned and said, “We never expected to see Christiana when Grace called us; this is a wonderful surprise.” They asked about her well-being and whether the young men with her were her husband’s sons. When she confirmed they were, they said, “May the King you love and serve make you like your father and bring you safely to his presence.”

Then Mr. Honest, once everyone was seated, asked Mr. Contrite and the others how things were in their town at the moment.

Contrite: You can imagine we’re quite busy during the fair. It’s tough to keep our hearts and minds in order when things are so chaotic. Living here and dealing with the people we do, you have to stay on guard every moment.

Honest: And how are your neighbors behaving?

Contrite: They’re much calmer now than before. You know how Christian and Faithful were treated here, but lately, things have been more reasonable. I think Faithful’s blood still weighs on them; since they burned him, they’ve been too ashamed to burn anyone else. Back then, we were scared to walk the streets, but now we can show our faces. The name of a believer used to be despised; now, in some parts of our town—since it’s a big place—faith is considered honorable.

Then Mr. Contrite asked them, “How’s your pilgrimage going? How do people treat you along the way?”

Honest: It’s like it is for any traveler: sometimes the path is clear, sometimes it’s rough; sometimes it’s uphill, sometimes downhill. We’re rarely certain of what’s ahead. The wind isn’t always at our backs, and not everyone we meet is a friend. We’ve already faced some serious challenges, and we don’t know what’s coming next. But we’ve found the old saying to be true: ‘A good person will face trouble.’

Contrite: You mentioned challenges—what kind have you run into?

Honest: Ask Mr. Great-Heart, our guide; he can give you the best account.

Great-Heart: We’ve been attacked three or four times already. First, Christiana and her children were confronted by two thugs who seemed ready to kill them. Then we faced Giant Bloody-Man, Giant Maul, and Giant Slay-Good. Actually, with Slay-Good, we were the ones who went after him. Here’s what happened: after staying at Gaius’s house—our host and a member of the church—we decided to arm ourselves and go looking for enemies of pilgrims, having heard there was a notorious one nearby. Gaius knew the area better than I did since he lived there, so we searched until we found the entrance to his cave. We were thrilled and full of courage. When we got there, we saw he’d dragged poor Mr. Feeble-Mind into his trap and was about to finish him off. But when he saw us, thinking he’d found new prey, he left Feeble-Mind and came out. We fought hard, and he swung fiercely, but in the end, we brought him down, cut off his head, and set it up by the roadside as a warning to others who might act so wickedly. I’m telling you the truth, and here’s Feeble-Mind himself to confirm it, rescued like a lamb from a lion’s mouth.

Feeble-Mind: “I experienced this both to my cost and my relief: to my cost when he threatened to tear me apart every moment, and to my relief when I saw Mr. Great-Heart and his friends come with their weapons to save me.”

Holy-Man: Then Mr. Holy-Man said, “Pilgrims need two things: courage and a blameless life. Without courage, they’ll never stay on the path; and if their lives are careless, they’ll make the name of a pilgrim stink.”

Love-Saint: “I hope this warning isn’t needed among you. But honestly, many who travel this road seem more like strangers to pilgrimage than true pilgrims in this world.”

Dare-Not-Lie: “That’s true. They don’t have the pilgrim’s clothing or courage. They don’t walk straight—one foot turns in, the other out, their clothes torn and ragged, bringing shame to their Lord.”

Penitent:”These things should trouble them. Pilgrims won’t receive the grace and progress they seek until the path is cleared of such flaws and stains.”

They kept talking like this until supper was served. They ate, refreshed their tired bodies, and then went to rest. They stayed in the fair for a long time at Mr. Mnason’s house. Over time, he gave his daughter Grace to Christiana’s son Samuel as a wife, and his daughter Martha to Joseph.

They stayed there a long while, as things were different now compared to earlier times. The pilgrims got to know many of the town’s good people and helped them however they could. Mercy, as usual, worked hard for the poor, earning their gratitude for filling their stomachs and clothing their backs. She was a true credit to her faith. Grace, Phoebe, and Martha were also kind-hearted and did much good in their roles. They were all fruitful, ensuring that Christian’s name would live on in the world.

While they were there, a monster emerged from the woods and killed many townspeople. It would snatch their children and raise them with its own young. No one in the town dared face it; they all fled at the sound of its approach.

The monster was unlike any creature on earth. Its body was like a dragon’s, with seven heads and ten horns.

“And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads.” ~ Revelation 12:3 ~

It caused great harm to children and was controlled by a woman. The monster offered terms to men, and those who valued their lives over their souls accepted them, falling under its power.

Mr. Great-Heart, along with those who visited the pilgrims at Mr. Mnason’s house, made a pact to confront this beast, hoping to free the townspeople from its grasp. Mr. Great-Heart, Mr. Contrite, Mr. Holy-Man, Mr. Dare-Not-Lie, and Mr. Penitent armed themselves and went out to face it. At first, the monster was fierce and looked down on them, but these strong warriors fought so hard that it was forced to retreat. They returned to Mr. Mnason’s house.

The monster had specific times when it would come out to attack the town’s children. These brave men watched for those times and kept confronting it, wounding and eventually laming it. It no longer caused as much destruction as before, and some believed it would eventually die from its wounds.

This made Mr. Great-Heart and his companions famous in the town. Even those who didn’t fully understand their mission respected their courage. Because of this, the pilgrims faced little harm there. True, some of the less discerning townspeople, blind as moles and dull as beasts, showed no respect for these men or their deeds.

Eventually, the time came for the pilgrims to move on. They prepared for their journey, called their friends, and spent time entrusting each other to their Prince’s protection. Some brought gifts suitable for the weak and strong, for women and men, loading them with necessities.

“Who also honored us with many honors; and when we departed, they loaded us with such things as were necessary.” ~ Acts 28:10 ~

30. Continuing on the Way

Then they set out on their journey, and their friends accompanied them as far as was practical before entrusting each other to their King’s protection and parting ways.

The pilgrims continued on, with Mr. Great-Heart leading the way. Since the women and children were frail, they had to travel at a pace they could manage, which meant Mr. Ready-to-Halt and Mr. Feeble-Mind could better relate to their struggles.

After leaving the townspeople and saying goodbye to their friends, they soon reached the place where Faithful was martyred. They paused there to give thanks to the one who gave him strength to bear his suffering so bravely, especially since they now saw how his courageous sacrifice had benefited them.

They continued on, traveling a good distance further, talking about Christian and Faithful and how Hopeful joined Christian after Faithful’s death.

Soon they arrived at the Hill Lucre, where the silver mine had lured Demas away from his pilgrimage, and where some believe By-Ends fell and perished. They reflected on this. When they reached the old monument—a pillar of salt—opposite the Hill Lucre, near Sodom and its foul lake, they were amazed, just as Christian had been, that men of such knowledge and wisdom could be so blind as to stray there. They noted again that human nature often ignores the dangers others have faced, especially when something shiny catches a foolish eye.

They continued until they reached the river near the Delectable Mountains, where fine trees grow on both banks, their leaves good for healing when taken internally, where the meadows stay green year-round, and where they could rest safely.

“The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures: he leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul: he leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.” ~ Psalms 23:1-3 ~

By this riverside, in the meadow, there were pens and shelters for sheep, and a house built to care for and raise the lambs—the children of the women on pilgrimage. There was also someone entrusted with their care, who was compassionate, able to gather these lambs in his arms, carry them close, and gently guide those who were pregnant.

“Who can have compassion on the ignorant, and on those who are lost; for he himself is also surrounded by weakness.” ~ Hebrews 5:2 ~

“And it shall come to pass in the last days, that the mountain of the LORD’S house shall be established at the top of the mountains, exalted above the hills; and all nations shall flow to it. Many people will say, Come, let us go up to the mountain of the LORD, to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for out of Zion shall go forth the law, and the word of the LORD from Jerusalem. He shall judge among the nations, and rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore. O house of Jacob, come, let us walk in the light of the LORD.” ~ Isaiah 2:2-5 ~

“Comfort, comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her warfare is over, that her iniquity is pardoned: for she has received from the LORD’S hand double for all her sins.” ~ Isaiah 40:1, 2 ~

Christiana urged her four daughters to entrust their children to this Man’s care, so that by these waters they would be sheltered, protected, supported, and nourished, never lacking in the future. This Man, if any of them wandered or got lost, would bring them back; he would heal the broken, and strengthen the sick.

“And I will set up shepherds over them who shall feed them: and they shall fear no more, nor be dismayed, neither shall they lack, says the LORD.” ~ Jeremiah 23:4 ~

“For this is what the Lord GOD says: Behold, I myself will search for my sheep and seek them out. As a shepherd seeks his scattered flock when he is among them, so I will seek out my sheep, and deliver them from all the places where they were scattered on a cloudy and dark day. I will bring them out from the peoples, gather them from the countries, and bring them to their own land, and feed them on the mountains of Israel by the rivers, in all the inhabited places of the land. I will feed them in good pasture, and their fold shall be on the high mountains of Israel: there they shall lie in a good fold, and feed in rich pasture on the mountains of Israel. I will feed my flock, and make them lie down,保山寺, says the Lord GOD. I will seek what was lost, bring back what was driven away, bind up what was broken, and strengthen what was sick: but I will destroy the fat and the strong; I will feed them with judgment.” ~ Ezekiel 34:11-16 ~

Here, they would never lack food, drink, or clothing; they would be safe from thieves and robbers, for this Man would die before letting any entrusted to him be lost. They would also receive proper care and guidance, taught to walk the right paths—a blessing of great value. Here, too, were pure waters, pleasant meadows, lovely flowers, and a variety of trees bearing wholesome fruit. Not like the fruit Matthew ate, which fell over the wall from Beelzebub’s garden, but fruit that brings health where there is none and strengthens it where it exists.

So they were happy to entrust their children to him, especially since all this was provided at the King’s expense, like a hospital for young children and orphans.

31. Demolishing Doubting Castle and Death to Despair and Diffidence

They continued their journey, and when they reached By-path Meadow—where Christian and Hopeful had climbed over the stile, only to be captured by Giant Despair and imprisoned in Doubting Castle—they stopped to discuss what to do. Now that they were stronger and had Mr. Great-Heart as their guide, they debated whether they should confront the giant, destroy his castle, and free any pilgrims held captive before moving on. Some suggested one plan, others disagreed. One wondered if it was right to trespass on unconsecrated ground; another argued it was fine if their goal was good. But Mr. Great-Heart said, “While that last point isn’t always true, I have a duty to resist sin, overcome evil, and fight the good fight of faith. And who should I fight if not Giant Despair? I will try to take his life and tear down Doubting Castle.” Then he asked, “Who will come with me?”

Old Honest replied, “I will.” “So will we,” said Christian’s four sons—Matthew, Samuel, James, and Joseph—for they were young and strong.

“I write to you, fathers, because you have known him who is from the beginning. I write to you, young men, because you have overcome the evil one. I write to you, little children, because you have known the Father. I have written to you, fathers, because you have known him who is from the beginning. I have written to you, young men, because you are strong, and the word of God lives in you, and you have overcome the evil one.” ~ 1 John 2:13, 14 ~

They left the women on the road, along with Mr. Feeble-Mind and Mr. Ready-to-Halt with his crutches, to guard them until they returned. Even though Giant Despair lived nearby, as long as they stayed on the road, “a little child could lead them.”

“The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat; the calf and the young lion and the fattened calf together; and a little child will lead them.” ~ Isaiah 11:6 ~

So Mr. Great-Heart, old Honest, and the four young men went to Doubting Castle to find Giant Despair. When they reached the castle gate, they knocked loudly. The old giant came to the gate, followed by his wife Diffidence. He demanded, “Who dares to disturb Giant Despair in this way?” Mr. Great-Heart answered, “I am Great-Heart, a guide for the King of the celestial country, leading pilgrims to their destination. I demand you open your gates and prepare to fight, for I’ve come to take your head and destroy Doubting Castle.”

Giant Despair, confident in his size, thought no one could defeat him. He scoffed, “I’ve conquered angels before; will Great-Heart make me afraid?” He armed himself with a steel helmet, a fiery breastplate, iron shoes, and a heavy club, then came out. The six men surrounded him, attacking from all sides. When Diffidence, the giantess, came to help, old Mr. Honest struck her down with one blow. Then they fought fiercely, and Giant Despair was brought to the ground, though he resisted dying. He struggled hard, with as many lives as a cat, they say, but Great-Heart ended him, severing his head from his shoulders.

With Giant Despair dead, they began demolishing Doubting Castle, which was easy now that he was gone. It took seven days to tear it down. Inside, they found Mr. Despondency, nearly starved, and his daughter Much-Afraid, whom they rescued alive. The castle yard was littered with dead bodies, and the dungeon was full of bones, a shocking sight.

After this victory, Mr. Great-Heart and his companions took Mr. Despondency and Much-Afraid under their protection, for they were honest people despite being prisoners of Giant Despair. They took the giant’s head—his body buried under stones—and returned to the road to show their companions. When Feeble-Mind and Ready-to-Halt saw it was truly Giant Despair’s head, they were overjoyed. Christiana, if needed, could play the viol, and her daughter Mercy the lute. Feeling festive, they played a tune, and Ready-to-Halt danced. He took Much-Afraid by the hand, and they danced on the road. He used one crutch but moved well, and the girl matched the music gracefully.

Mr. Despondency, however, wasn’t much for music; nearly starved, he needed food more than dancing. Christiana gave him some of her spirits for quick relief and prepared him a meal. Soon, the old man recovered and began to feel much better.

In my dream, when all this was done, Mr. Great-Heart took Giant Despair’s head and placed it on a pole by the roadside, near the pillar Christian had set up to warn future pilgrims against entering the giant’s grounds.

He inscribed these verses on a marble stone beneath it:

“This is the head of him whose name alone once terrified pilgrims. His castle’s gone; Diffidence, his wife, brave Great-Heart slew. Despondency, his daughter Much-Afraid, too, Great-Heart has freed. If any doubt this tale, Look up and see—your fears will surely fail! This head, when doubting souls find joy to dance, Proves they’ve been freed from fear’s dark circumstance.”

32. With the Shepherds of the Delectable Mountains

After bravely confronting Doubting Castle and defeating Giant Despair, they continued their journey until they reached the Delectable Mountains, where Christian and Hopeful had once refreshed themselves with the area’s delights. They met the shepherds there, who welcomed them warmly, just as they had welcomed Christian before.

Seeing the large group following Mr. Great-Heart, with whom they were well acquainted, the shepherds said, “Good sir, you’ve gathered quite a company here. Where did you find all these people?” Mr. Great-Heart replied:

“First, here’s Christiana and her group: Her sons and their wives, who, like a wagon, Stay true to the path, guided by faith’s compass From sin to grace, or they wouldn’t be here. Next, old Honest, who’s joined the pilgrimage. Ready-to-Halt, too, I can assure you, Is true-hearted, as is Feeble-Mind, Who refused to be left behind. Despondency, a good man, follows behind, Along with his daughter, Much-Afraid. Can we find hospitality here, or must We travel further? Please, let us know.”

Shepherds: The shepherds responded, “This is a wonderful group. You’re welcome among us, as we care for the weak as much as the strong. Our Prince notices what’s done for the least of these.

“And the King will answer, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you did for me.’” ~ Matthew 25:40 ~

Weakness won’t keep us from welcoming you.”

They led them to the palace door and said, “Come in, Mr. Feeble-Mind; come in, Mr. Ready-to-Halt; come in, Mr. Despondency, and Mrs. Much-Afraid, his daughter.” To Mr. Great-Heart, the shepherds added, “We call these by name because they’re the most likely to hesitate, but you and the stronger ones can move freely as usual.” Mr. Great-Heart said, “Today, I see grace shining in your faces. You truly are my Lord’s shepherds, not pushing the weak aside but paving their way to the palace with flowers, as you should.”

“Because you have pushed with flank and shoulder, and butted all the weak with your horns until you scattered them abroad,” ~ Ezekiel 34:21 ~

So the weak and frail entered, followed by Mr. Great-Heart and the others. Once settled, the shepherds asked the weaker ones, “What do you need? Everything here is arranged to support the weak and guide the unruly.”

They prepared a feast of easily digestible, tasty, and nourishing food. After eating, everyone went to rest in their assigned places. In the morning, since the mountains were high and the day clear, and because it was the shepherds’ custom to show pilgrims rare sights before they left, they took them into the fields after they were refreshed. First, they showed them what they had shown Christian before.

Then they took them to new places. The first was Mount Marvel, where they saw a man in the distance moving hills with his words. They asked the shepherds what this meant. The shepherds explained that he was the son of Great-Grace, mentioned in the first part of the “Pilgrim’s Progress,” placed there to teach pilgrims how to overcome obstacles through faith.

“Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” ~ Mark 11:23 ~

Mr. Great-Heart said, “I know him; he’s an exceptional man.”

Next, they went to Mount Innocent, where they saw a man dressed in white, with two men, Prejudice and Ill-Will, constantly throwing dirt at him. Yet, the dirt quickly fell off, leaving his clothes as clean as if nothing had touched them.

The pilgrims asked, “What does this mean?” The shepherds replied, “This man is Godly-Man, and his garment shows the purity of his life. Those throwing dirt hate his good deeds, but as you see, the dirt doesn’t stick. So it is with those who live truly innocent lives—efforts to tarnish them are futile. In time, God ensures their innocence shines like light, their righteousness like the noonday sun.”

Then they went to Mount Charity, where they saw a man with a bundle of cloth, cutting coats and garments for the poor around him, yet his bundle never shrank.

They asked, “What’s this?” The shepherds said, “This shows that those who give generously to the poor will never lack. Those who water others will be watered themselves. Like the widow’s cake given to the prophet, her supply never ran out.”

They also saw a place where Fool and Want-Wit were washing a filthy man to clean him, but the more they washed, the dirtier he became. The pilgrims asked what this meant. The shepherds explained, “This is how it is with vile people. All efforts to give them a good reputation only make them more detestable. It was true of the Pharisees, and it will be true of all hypocrites.”

Then Mercy, Matthew’s wife, said to Christiana, her mother, “Mother, I’d love to see the hole in the hill, the By-way to Hell.” Christiana shared this with the shepherds. They went to the door on the hillside, opened it, and told Mercy to listen. She heard one voice say, “Cursed be my father for keeping me from the path of peace and life”; another said, “If only I’d been torn apart before losing my soul to save my life”; and another said, “If I could live again, I’d deny myself rather than end up here!” The ground seemed to groan and quake beneath Mercy’s feet, making her pale and tremble as she walked away, saying, “Blessed are those spared from this place.”

After showing them these things, the shepherds brought them back to the palace and treated them to whatever the house offered. But Mercy, being young and pregnant, longed for something she saw but was shy to ask for. Her mother-in-law noticed her discomfort and asked what was wrong. Mercy said, “There’s a mirror in the dining room I can’t stop thinking about. I feel I’ll suffer if I don’t have it.” Christiana replied, “I’ll tell the shepherds your need; they won’t deny you.” Mercy said, “I’m embarrassed for them to know I want it.” But Christiana said, “It’s no shame but a virtue to desire such a thing.” So Mercy said, “Then, Mother, please ask the shepherds if they’d be willing to sell it.”

The mirror was extraordinary. Looked at one way, it showed your own reflection perfectly; turned another way, it revealed the very face of the Prince of pilgrims. Those who knew it said they’d seen the crown of thorns on his head, the holes in his hands, feet, and side through that mirror. Its excellence was such that it could show him to anyone who wished to see him—whether living or dead, on earth or in heaven, in humility or in glory, coming to suffer or to reign.

“For if anyone hears the word but does not do it, they are like someone looking at their face in a mirror.” ~ James 1:23 ~

“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” ~ 1 Corinthians 13:12 ~

“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” ~ 2 Corinthians 3:18 ~

Christiana went to the shepherds—named Knowledge, Experience, Watchful, and Sincere—and said, “One of my daughters, a pregnant woman, longs for something she saw in this house and fears she’ll suffer if you deny her.” Experience said, “Call her; she’ll have what we can give.” They called Mercy and asked, “What do you want?” Blushing, she said, “The big mirror in the dining room.” Sincere fetched it, and they gave it to her with joy. She bowed, thanked them, and said, “This shows I’ve found favor with you.”

They also gave the other young women what they desired and praised their husbands for joining Mr. Great-Heart in defeating Giant Despair and destroying Doubting Castle. Around Christiana’s neck, the shepherds placed a bracelet, and they did the same for her four daughters, adding earrings and jewels on their foreheads.

When they were ready to leave, the shepherds let them go in peace, without the specific warnings given to Christian and his companion. This was because they had Great-Heart, who knew the way well and could warn them at the right time, when danger was near—an advantage this group had over the others.

They left singing:

“See how well the stages are set For pilgrims seeking relief and rest; They welcome us without any fuss, Making the other life our quest. They share new wonders, gifts so kind, So we, as pilgrims, joy may find; Their blessings show, wherever we roam, That we are pilgrims, far from home.”

After leaving the shepherds, they soon reached the place where Christian met Turn-Away from the town of Apostasy. Mr. Great-Heart reminded them, saying, “Here Christian met Turn-Away, who carried his rebellion on his back. Let me tell you about him: he ignored all advice. Once he started falling, no persuasion could stop him.

“For if we deliberately keep on sinning after receiving the knowledge of the truth, no sacrifice for sins remains, but only a fearful expectation of judgment and raging fire that will consume the enemies of God. Anyone who rejected the law of Moses died without mercy on the testimony of two or three witnesses. How much more severely do you think someone deserves to be punished who has trampled the Son of God underfoot, who has treated as unholy the blood of the covenant that sanctified them, and who has insulted the Spirit of grace?” ~ Hebrews 10:26-29 ~

When he reached the place with the cross and tomb, someone urged him to look there, but he gnashed his teeth, stomped, and vowed to return to his town. Before reaching the gate, he met Evangelist, who tried to redirect him. But Turn-Away resisted, insulted him, climbed over the wall, and escaped.”

33. Valiant-For-Truth

They continued their journey, and just where Little-Faith was once robbed, they saw a man standing with his sword drawn, his face covered in blood. Mr. Great-Heart asked, “Who are you?” The man replied, “I am Valiant-for-Truth, a pilgrim heading to the Celestial City. As I traveled, three men attacked me and gave me three choices: join them, turn back, or die right here. To the first, I said I’d been honest for a long time; they couldn’t expect me to throw in with thieves now.

‘My son, if sinners tempt you, do not give in. If they say, “Come with us, let’s ambush the innocent, let’s swallow them alive like the grave, whole, like those who go down to the pit; we’ll find all kinds of treasure and fill our houses with plunder; join us, and we’ll share everything,”’ ~ Proverbs 1:10-14 ~

Then they asked about the second. I told them I left my home because it was unsuitable and unprofitable for me, so I chose this path. For the third, I said my life was too valuable to give up lightly, and they had no right to force me to choose. I warned them to back off or face the consequences. Then the three—Wild-Head, Inconsiderate, and Pragmatic—attacked me, and I fought back.

We battled, one against three, for over three hours. As you can see, they left their marks on me, and I gave them some of mine. They just fled, probably hearing your horses approach.”

Great-Heart: But the odds were steep—three against one!

Valiant: “True, but odds mean nothing when truth is on your side. As one said, ‘Though an army camps against me, my heart will not fear. Though war rises against me, I’ll stay confident,’ and so on.

‘Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then I will be confident.’ ~ Psalms 27:3 ~

Besides,” he added, “I’ve read stories of one man fighting an army. How many did Samson kill with a donkey’s jawbone?”

Great-Heart: Why didn’t you call for help?

Valiant: I did, to my King, who I knew could hear and send unseen help. That was enough for me.

Great-Heart: Then Mr. Great-Heart said to Mr. Valiant-for-Truth, “You’ve acted bravely. Let me see your sword.” He showed it to him. After examining it for a moment, Great-Heart said, “This is a true Jerusalem blade!”

Valiant: It is. With a blade like this, a hand to wield it, and skill to use it, a man could face an angel. It never fails if you know how to strike. Its edges stay sharp forever, cutting through flesh, bone, soul, spirit—everything.

‘We do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, powers, rulers of the darkness of this world, and spiritual wickedness in high places. So take up the full armor of God to stand firm in the evil day. Stand with truth as your belt, righteousness as your breastplate, feet fitted with the gospel of peace, and above all, the shield of faith to extinguish the enemy’s flaming arrows. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.’ ~ Ephesians 6:12-17 ~

‘The word of God is alive and active, sharper than any double-edged sword, piercing to divide soul and spirit, joints and marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intents of the heart.’ ~ Hebrews 4:12 ~

Great-Heart: You fought so long; I’m surprised you weren’t exhausted.

Valiant: I fought until my back ached and my arms burned.

‘He rose and struck the Philistines until he was weary, his hand gripping the sword; and the LORD brought a great victory that day, and the people followed only to take the spoils.’ ~ 2 Samuel 23:10 ~

When my grip faltered and my strength waned, I found new resolve and fought with even greater courage.

Great-Heart: You’ve done well, resisting sin to the point of bloodshed. Stay with us; come and go as one of us, for we are your companions.

They cleaned his wounds, gave him food and drink to restore him, and continued together. As they traveled, Mr. Great-Heart, who was fond of him for his bravery and because their group included weaker members, asked him many questions. First, “Where are you from?”

Valiant: I’m from Darkland, where I was born, and where my parents still live.

Great-Heart: “Darkland,” said the guide. “Isn’t that near the City of Destruction?”

Valiant: Yes, it is. What led me to this pilgrimage was Mr. Tells-Truths visiting our region. He spoke of Christian’s journey from the City of Destruction—how he left his wife and children to become a pilgrim, defeated a beast that attacked him, and reached his destination. He described the warm welcomes Christian received, especially at the Celestial City’s gates, where trumpets sounded, and shining ones greeted him. He said the city’s bells rang with joy, and Christian was dressed in golden garments, along with other details I won’t repeat. That story set my heart ablaze to follow him, and neither my father nor mother could stop me. So I left and came this far.

Great-Heart: Did you enter through the gate?

Valiant: Yes, the same man told us that without starting at the gate, it would all be for nothing.

Great-Heart: “Look,” he said to Christiana, “your husband’s pilgrimage and its rewards are known far and wide.”

Valiant: Is this Christian’s wife?

Great-Heart: Yes, and these are her four sons.

Valiant: What! They’re on pilgrimage too?

Great-Heart: Yes, they’re following in his footsteps.

Valiant: That warms my heart! What joy Christian will feel when he sees those who refused to go with him enter the City after him.

Great-Heart: No doubt it will comfort him. Next to his own joy in being there, seeing his wife and children will be a great delight.

Valiant: Since we’re on the topic, what’s your view on this? Some wonder if we’ll recognize each other there.

Great-Heart: Do they think they’ll know themselves or rejoice in their own bliss? If they expect to know and feel these things, why wouldn’t they recognize others and rejoice in their happiness too? Since family is like a second self, even if those ties dissolve there, isn’t it reasonable to think we’ll be even happier to see them than to find them missing?

Valiant: I see your point. Any other questions about how I started this pilgrimage?

Great-Heart: Yes. Did your parents want you to become a pilgrim?

Valiant: No, they tried everything to keep me home.

Great-Heart: What did they say against it?

Valiant: They called it a lazy life, saying if I wasn’t prone to idleness, I’d never support a pilgrim’s way.

Great-Heart: What else?

Valiant: They said it was a dangerous path—the most dangerous in the world, they claimed.

Great-Heart: Did they explain why it’s so dangerous?

Valiant: Yes, in many ways.

Great-Heart: Name some.

Valiant: They mentioned the Slough of Despond, where Christian nearly drowned. They said archers at Beelzebub’s Castle were ready to shoot anyone knocking at the wicket gate. They spoke of the dark woods and mountains, the Hill Difficulty, the lions, and the three giants—Bloody-Man, Maul, and Slay-Good. They warned of a foul fiend in the Valley of Humiliation that almost killed Christian, and the Valley of the Shadow of Death, full of hobgoblins, where light is darkness, and the path is lined with snares, pits, traps, and nets. They told me about Giant Despair, Doubting Castle, and the ruins pilgrims found there. They also mentioned the Enchanted Ground’s dangers and a river with no bridge, lying between me and the Celestial City.

Great-Heart: Was that all?

Valiant: No, they also warned of deceivers and people waiting to lead good men astray.

Great-Heart: How did they prove that?

Valiant: They said Mr. Worldly-Wiseman lay in wait to trick people, and Formality and Hypocrisy were always on the road. They warned that By-Ends, Talkative, or Demas might try to sway me, that Flatterer could trap me in his net, or that, with naive Ignorance, I’d try to reach the gate only to be sent back to the hole in the hill, heading to hell.

Great-Heart: That’s enough to discourage anyone. Did they say more?

Valiant: Yes, they spoke of many who tried the path long ago, traveling far to find the glory so many talked about, only to return, mocking themselves for stepping out, to the amusement of everyone. They named Obstinate, Pliable, Mistrust, Timorous, Turn-Away, and old Atheist, among others, saying none found enough benefit to outweigh a feather.

Great-Heart: Anything else to deter you?

Valiant: Yes, they told me about Mr. Fearing, a pilgrim who found the path so lonely he never had a moment’s peace, and Mr. Despondency, who nearly starved. They also claimed—almost forgot—that Christian, despite all his efforts for a celestial crown, drowned in the Black River and never went further, though it was hushed up.

Great-Heart: And none of this stopped you?

Valiant: No, it all seemed like nothing to me.

Great-Heart: How did you overcome it?

Valiant: I trusted what Mr. Tells-Truths said, and that carried me past all their warnings.

Great-Heart: Then your victory was your faith.

Valiant: Exactly. I believed, so I set out, joined the path, fought all who opposed me, and through faith, I’ve reached this place.

He who would valiant be ’gainst all disaster,
Let him in constancy follow the Master.
There’s no discouragement shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent to be a pilgrim.

Who so beset him round with dismal stories
Do but themselves confound—his strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might; though he with giants fight,
He will make good his right to be a pilgrim.

Since, Lord, Thou dost defend us with Thy Spirit,
We know we at the end, shall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away! I’ll fear not what men say,
I’ll labor night and day to be a pilgrim.

Original text:

Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.

Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
He’ll with a giant fight,
He will have a right
To be a pilgrim.

Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit,
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He’ll fear not what men say,
He’ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.

34. Overcoming the Enchanted Ground

By this time, they had reached the Enchanted Ground, where the air naturally made people drowsy. The area was overgrown with briars and thorns, except for a few spots where enchanted arbors stood. Some say that if a person sits or sleeps in one, they might never wake up in this world again. So, they traveled through this forest together. Mr. Great-Heart led the way as their guide, and Mr. Valiant-for-Truth guarded the rear, watching for any fiend, dragon, giant, or thief that might attack from behind. They moved forward with swords drawn, knowing the place was dangerous, and encouraged each other as best they could. Mr. Great-Heart instructed Feeble-Mind to stay close behind him, while Mr. Despondency was watched by Mr. Valiant.

They hadn’t gone far when a thick mist and darkness enveloped them, making it nearly impossible to see each other for a long time. They had to call out to one another to stay connected, unable to rely on sight.

Anyone could imagine how tough this was, even for the strongest among them, but it was far worse for the women and children, who were frail in both body and spirit. Yet, thanks to the encouraging words of their guide in front and their guard in the back, they managed to keep moving forward.

The path was exhausting, covered in mud and sludge. There wasn’t a single inn or place to eat to refresh the weaker ones. There was grumbling, panting, and sighing: one stumbled over a bush, another got stuck in the mud, and some children lost their shoes in the mire. One shouted, “I’ve fallen!” another called, “Hey, where are you?” and a third cried, “The bushes are holding me so tight, I can’t break free!”

Then they came to an arbor, warm and inviting, promising rest for the weary pilgrims. It was beautifully crafted overhead, decorated with greenery, and equipped with benches and a soft couch for the tired to rest on. Given their struggles with the terrible path, this was tempting. But not one of them even suggested stopping there. From what I could tell, they followed their guide’s advice so closely, and he warned them so clearly about the dangers, that when they were closest to trouble, they rallied their spirits and urged each other to resist temptation. This arbor was called the Slothful’s Friend, designed to lure weary pilgrims into resting there.

In my dream, they continued through this lonely ground until they reached a spot where it’s easy to lose the way. In daylight, their guide could avoid wrong paths, but in the dark, he was stumped. Fortunately, he carried a map of all routes to and from the Celestial City in his pocket. He struck a light (he always carried a tinderbox), checked his map, and saw it warned to turn right at that spot. If he hadn’t checked, they likely would have been swallowed by mud, as just ahead, at the end of the clearest path, was a bottomless pit of mud, set there to trap pilgrims.

I thought to myself, every pilgrim should carry such a map to check the right path when they’re lost.

They continued through the Enchanted Ground until they reached another arbor by the roadside. Inside lay two men, Heedless and Too-Bold. These two had traveled this far on their pilgrimage but, exhausted, sat down to rest and fell fast asleep. When the pilgrims saw them, they stopped and shook their heads, knowing the sleepers were in a sad state. They debated whether to leave them sleeping or try to wake them. They decided to approach and attempt to rouse them, but with caution, ensuring they didn’t sit down or accept the arbor’s comfort.

They went in, called the men by name (the guide seemed to know them), but got no response. The guide shook them and tried to disturb them. One mumbled, “I’ll pay you when I get my money,” and the guide shook his head. The other said, “I’ll fight as long as I can hold my sword.” At that, one of the children laughed.

Christiana asked, “What does this mean?” The guide explained, “They’re talking in their sleep. No matter what you do—strike or beat them—they’ll respond like this, just as one in ancient times, battered by sea waves while sleeping on a ship’s mast, said, ‘When I wake, I’ll seek it again.’

‘You’ll be like one sleeping in the middle of the sea, or lying on top of a mast. “They hit me,” you’ll say, “but I wasn’t hurt; they beat me, but I didn’t feel it. When will I wake? I’ll go after it again.”’ ~ Proverbs 23:34, 35 ~

When people talk in their sleep, their words lack faith or reason. Their speech is as incoherent now as their choice to rest here was compared to continuing their pilgrimage. This is the danger: when careless pilgrims travel, they’re likely to end up like this. The Enchanted Ground is one of the enemy’s last traps for pilgrims, placed near the journey’s end for maximum effect. The enemy thinks, ‘When will these fools want to rest more than when they’re tired? And when are they more tired than near the end?’ That’s why the Enchanted Ground is so close to the land of Beulah, at the race’s finish line. Pilgrims must stay vigilant, or they’ll end up like these sleepers, who can’t be woken.”

The pilgrims, trembling, wanted to move forward but asked their guide to light a lantern to guide them through the remaining darkness.

“We also have a more reliable word of prophecy, which you do well to heed, like a light shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts.” ~ 2 Peter 1:19 ~

He lit a lantern, and they continued through the deep darkness with its help. The children grew very tired and cried out to the one who loves pilgrims to make their path easier. Soon after, a wind blew away the fog, clearing the air.

They were still on the Enchanted Ground but could now see each other better and the path they needed to follow.

As they neared the end of this ground, they heard a solemn sound ahead, like someone in deep distress. They moved forward and saw what seemed to be a man kneeling, hands and eyes raised, speaking earnestly to someone above. They approached quietly until he finished. When he stood and began running toward the Celestial City, Mr. Great-Heart called out, “Hey, friend! Join us if you’re heading to the Celestial City, as I think you are.” The man paused, and they caught up. As soon as Mr. Honest saw him, he said, “I know this man.” Mr. Valiant-for-Truth asked, “Who is it?” Mr. Honest replied, “He’s Standfast, from near where I live. He’s truly a good pilgrim.”

35. How Standfast Resisted Temptation in the Enchanted Ground

They approached each other, and Standfast said to old Honest.

Standfast: “Hey, Father Honest, is that you?”

“Aye,” he replied, “as sure as you’re standing there.”

“I’m thrilled to find you on this road,” said Mr. Standfast.

“And I’m just as glad,” said Honest, “to have seen you on your knees.”

Standfast blushed and asked, “Why, did you see me?”

“Yes, I did,” Honest said, “and it warmed my heart.”

“What did you think?” asked Standfast.

“Think?” said old Honest. “What else would I think? I saw an honest man on the road, and I knew we’d soon have his company.”

“If you’re right, I’m blessed!” said Standfast. “But if I’m not what I should be, I alone will bear the consequences.”

“That’s true,” said Honest, “but your humility confirms that things are right between you and the Prince of pilgrims. For he says, ‘Blessed is the one who always fears.’”

Valiant: “Brother, please tell us why you were on your knees just now. Was it gratitude for some special blessing, or what?”

Standfast: “We’re on the Enchanted Ground, as you know, and as I walked, I was thinking about how dangerous this road is—how many pilgrims who got this far were stopped and destroyed here. I thought about the kind of death this place brings. It’s not a violent illness; it’s a death that feels pleasant. Those who die here fall asleep willingly, even eagerly, embracing their fate.”

Honest: Mr. Honest interrupted, “Did you see the two men asleep in the arbor?”

Standfast: “Yes, I saw Heedless and Too-Bold there, and for all I know, they’ll stay there until they rot.”

“The memory of the righteous is blessed, but the name of the wicked will rot.” ~ Proverbs 10:7 ~

“Let me continue,” he said. “As I was reflecting, an old woman in fine clothes appeared to me and offered three things: her body, her money, and her bed. Truth be told, I was tired and sleepy, and as poor as can be—she might have known that. I pushed her away once or twice, but she brushed off my refusals with a smile. I got angry, but she didn’t care. She kept making offers, saying if I followed her, she’d make me great and happy. ‘I am the mistress of the world,’ she said, ‘and men find happiness through me.’ I asked her name, and she said it was Madame Bubble. That made me pull back even more, but she kept tempting me. So, as you saw, I dropped to my knees, lifted my hands, and prayed to the one who promised help. Just as you arrived, she left. I kept giving thanks for my deliverance, because I truly believe she meant me harm, trying to stop my journey.”

Honest: “No doubt her intentions were evil. Now that you mention her, I feel like I’ve either seen her or read about her.”

Standfast: “Maybe both.”

Honest: “Madame Bubble! Isn’t she a tall, attractive woman with a darker complexion?”

Standfast: “Exactly, that’s her.”

Honest: “Doesn’t she speak smoothly and flash a smile at the end of her sentences?”

Standfast: “You’ve nailed it; that’s exactly what she does.”

Honest: “Doesn’t she carry a big purse at her side, always reaching in to touch her money, like it’s her greatest joy?”

Standfast: “That’s her to a tee. If she were standing here, you couldn’t have described her better.”

Honest: “Then the one who painted her portrait was a skilled artist, and whoever wrote about her spoke the truth.”

Great-Heart: “This woman is a witch, and her sorcery makes this ground enchanted. Anyone who rests in her lap might as well lie under an executioner’s axe. Those who gaze at her beauty become enemies of God.”

“You adulterers, don’t you know that friendship with the world makes you an enemy of God? Whoever chooses to be a friend of the world becomes God’s enemy.” ~ James 4:4 ~

“Do not love the world or anything in it. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in them.” ~ 1 John 2:15 ~

“She supports all the enemies of pilgrims in their splendor. She’s lured many away from the pilgrim’s life. She’s a notorious gossip, always trailing some pilgrim with her daughters, praising and promoting worldly pleasures. She’s bold and shameless, talking to anyone. She mocks poor pilgrims but praises the rich. If someone’s clever at making money, she’ll sing their praises everywhere. She loves banquets and feasts, always at one lavish table or another. In some places, she claims to be a goddess, and some worship her. She has her times and places for cheating, boldly claiming no one can offer anything as good as hers. She promises to stay with people’s descendants if they cherish her. She scatters gold like dust to some. She loves being sought after, praised, and held close. She never tires of promoting her wares and adores those who think highly of her. She promises crowns and kingdoms to those who follow her advice, yet she’s led many to the gallows and countless more to ruin.”

Standfast: “Oh,” said Standfast, “what a mercy I resisted her! Where might she have taken me?”

Great-Heart: “Where? Only God knows. But certainly, she would have pulled you into ‘many foolish and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction.’”

“Those who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap, and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction.” ~ 1 Timothy 6:9 ~

“She turned Absalom against his father and Jeroboam against his king. She convinced Judas to betray his Lord and persuaded Demas to abandon the godly pilgrim’s life. No one can fully grasp the harm she causes. She creates conflict between rulers and subjects, parents and children, neighbors, husbands and wives, and even within a person’s own heart and soul. So, good Master Standfast, live up to your name, and when you’ve done everything, stand firm!”

At this conversation, the pilgrims felt a mix of joy and fear, but in the end, they burst into song:

“What danger the pilgrim faces! How many foes lie in wait! So many paths lead to sin, No mortal can count them straight! Some avoid the ditch but fall Rolling in the muddy mire: Some dodge the pan but still Leap straight into the fire.”

36. Refreshment in the Land of Beulah

I watched as they arrived in the land of Beulah, where the sun shines day and night. Exhausted, they rested for a while. Since this land was a haven for pilgrims, and the orchards and vineyards belonged to the King of the Celestial Country, they were free to enjoy his provisions.

Their short stay refreshed them greatly; the bells rang, and trumpets played so beautifully that they couldn’t sleep, yet they felt as revitalized as if they had slept deeply. The streets buzzed with talk: “More pilgrims have arrived in town!” one would say. Another would reply, “And so many crossed the river and entered the golden gates today.” They’d exclaim, “A legion of shining ones just arrived, which means more pilgrims are on the way, as they come to wait and comfort them after their hardships.” The pilgrims rose and walked about, their ears filled with heavenly sounds and their eyes captivated by celestial sights. In this land, nothing they heard, saw, felt, smelled, or tasted was unpleasant to their minds or bodies. Only the water of the river they would soon cross tasted slightly bitter at first, but it became sweeter once swallowed.

Here, they kept records of past pilgrims’ names and their notable deeds. People often discussed how the river’s flow varied: nearly dry for some, overflowing its banks for others.

The town’s children would visit the King’s gardens, picking bouquets for the pilgrims and presenting them with great affection. The gardens grew camphor, spikenard, saffron, calamus, cinnamon, frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and all the finest spices. These perfumed the pilgrims’ rooms during their stay and were used to anoint their bodies, preparing them to cross the river when the time came.

37. Christiana is Summoned

While they rested and waited for the appointed hour, word spread in the town that a messenger had arrived from the Celestial City with an important letter for Christiana, the wife of Christian the pilgrim. They searched for her, found her lodging, and the messenger delivered the letter. It read: “Greetings, good woman. I bring news that the Master calls for you and expects you to stand in his presence, dressed in immortal garments, within ten days.”

After reading the letter to her, the messenger gave Christiana a clear sign that he was a true envoy, sent to urge her to hurry. The sign was an arrow with a point sharpened by love, gently piercing her heart, gradually stirring her so deeply that she knew she must leave at the appointed time.

When Christiana realized her time had come and that she was the first of the group to cross over, she called for her guide, Mr. Great-Heart, and shared the news. He said he was genuinely happy for her and would have been glad if the summons had come for him. She asked him to advise her on how to prepare for her journey.

He told her, “This is how it must be done, and those of us who remain will accompany you to the river’s edge.”

She then called for her children, blessed them, and said she was comforted by the mark on their foreheads. She was glad to see them with her and that they had kept their garments so clean. She left what little she had to the poor and instructed her sons and daughters to be ready when the messenger came for them.

After speaking to her guide and children, she called for Mr. Valiant-for-Truth and said, “Sir, you’ve proven yourself true-hearted everywhere. Stay faithful until the end, and my King will give you a crown of life. Please watch over my children, and if you see them falter, encourage them. My daughters, my sons’ wives, have been faithful, and their reward will be the fulfillment of the promise.” Then she gave Mr. Standfast a ring.

Next, she called for old Mr. Honest and said, “Here is a true Israelite, with no deceit in him.” He replied, “I wish you a pleasant day when you set out for Mount Zion, and I’ll be glad to see you cross the river without getting wet.” She answered, “Wet or dry, I’m eager to go. Whatever the conditions on my journey, I’ll have plenty of time to rest and dry off when I arrive.”

Then Mr. Ready-to-Halt came to see her. She said, “Your journey here was tough, but that will make your rest even sweeter. Stay vigilant and ready, for the messenger may come when you least expect.”

After him, Mr. Despondency and his daughter Much-Afraid visited. She told them, “You should always be thankful for your rescue from Giant Despair and Doubting Castle. That mercy brought you safely here. Stay watchful, cast aside fear, be steady, and hold onto hope until the end.”

Then she spoke to Mr. Feeble-Mind: “You were saved from the jaws of Giant Slay-Good so you could live in the light of the living forever and see your King with joy. I urge you to turn from your tendency to fear and doubt his goodness before he calls for you, so you won’t have to stand before him ashamed of that fault.”

As the day of Christiana’s departure approached, the road filled with people to see her off. Beyond the river, the banks were lined with horses and chariots that had come from above to escort her to the City gate. She stepped forward, entered the river, and waved farewell to those who followed her to the water’s edge. Her final words were, “I come, Lord, to be with you and praise you!”

Her children and friends returned to their places, as those waiting for Christiana took her out of their sight. She went, called out, and entered the gate with the same joyful ceremonies as her husband Christian had before her.

At her departure, her children wept, but Mr. Great-Heart and Mr. Valiant played joyful tunes on the cymbal and harp. Then everyone returned to their respective places.

38. Through the River One by One

In process of time there came a post to the town again; and his business was with Mr. READY-TO-HALT. So he inquired him out, and said to him, “I am come to thee in the name of him whom thou hast loved and followed, though upon crutches. And my message is to tell thee, that he expects thee at his table to sup with him in his Kingdom the next day after Easter. Wherefore prepare thyself for this journey.”

Then he also gave him a token that he was a true messenger; saying, “I have broken thy golden bowl, and loosed thy silver cord”.

“Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.”
~ Ecclesiastes 12:6 ~

After this, Mr. READY-TO-HALT called for his fellow pilgrims, and told them, saying, “I am sent for; and God shall surely visit you also.” So he desired Mr. VALIANT to make his will. And because he had nothing to bequeath to them that should survive him, but his crutches and his good wishes; therefore thus he said: “These crutches I bequeath to my son that shall tread in my steps; with a hundred warm wishes that he may prove better than I have done.”

Then he thanked Mr. GREAT-HEART for his conduct and kindness; and so addressed himself to his journey. When he came at the brink of the river, he said, “Now I shall have no more need of these crutches; since yonder are chariots and horses for me to ride on.” The last words he was heard to say were, “Welcome, life!” So he went his way.

After this Mr. FEEBLE-MIND had tidings brought him that the post sounded his horn at his chamber door. Then he came in and told him, saying, “I am come to tell thee that thy Master has need of thee; and that in very little time thou must behold his face in brightness. And take this as a token of the truth of my message: ‘Those that look out at the windows shall be darkened”.

“In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened”
~ Ecclesiastes 12:3 ~

Then Mr. FEEBLE-MIND called for his friends; and told them what errand had been brought unto him, and what token he had received of the truth of the message. Then he said, “Since I have nothing to bequeath to any, to what purpose should I make a will? As for my feeble mind, that I will leave behind me; for that I have no need of in the place whither I go; nor is it worth bestowing upon the poorest pilgrim: wherefore, when I am gone, I desire that you, Mr. VALIANT, would bury it in a dunghill. This done, and the day being come in which he was to depart, he entered the river as the rest. His last words were, “Hold out, faith and patience !” So he went over to the other side.

When many days had passed away, Mr. DESPONDENCY was sent for. For a post was come, and brought this message to him: “Trembling man, these are to summon thee to be ready with the King by the next Lord’s day, to shout for joy for thy deliverance from all thy doubtings.”

And said the messenger, “That my message is true, take this for a proof.” So he gave him the grasshopper to be a burden unto him.

“Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:”
~ Ecclesiastes 12:5 ~

Now Mr. DESPONDENCY’S daughter, whose name was MUCH-AFRAID, said, when she heard what was done, that she would go with her father. Then Mr. DESPONDENCY said to his friends, “Myself and my daughter, you know what we have been; and how troublesomely we have behaved ourselves in every company. My will and my daughter’s is, that our desponds and slavish fears be by no man ever received from the day of our departure for ever; for I know that after my death, they will offer themselves to others. For, to be plain with you, they are ghosts; the which we entertained when we first began to be pilgrims, and could never shake them off after. And they will walk about, and seek entertainment of the pilgrims: but for our sakes shut ye the doors upon them.”

When the time was come for them to depart, they went to the brink of the river. The last words of Mr. DESPONDENCY were, “Farewell, night! welcome, day!” His daughter went through the river singing; but none could understand what she said.

Then it came to pass, awhile after, that there was a post in the town that inquired for Mr. HONEST. So he came to the house where he was, and delivered to his hand these lines:– “Thou art commanded to be ready against this day seven nights, to present thyself before thy Lord at his Father’s house. And for a token that my message is true, ‘all the daughters of musick shall be brought low'”.

“And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;”
~ Ecclesiastes 12:4 ~

Then Mr. HONEST called for his friends; and said unto them, “I die; but shall make no will. As for my honesty, it shall go with me: let him that comes after be told of this.” When the day that he was to be gone was come, he addressed himself to go over the river. Now the river at that time overflowed the banks in some places. But Mr. HONEST, in his lifetime, had spoken to one GOOD-CONSCIENCE to meet him there; the which he also did, and lent him his hand, and so helped him over. The last words of Mr. HONEST were, “Grace reigns.” So he left the world.

After this it was noised abroad that Mr. VALIANT-FOR-TRUTH was taken with a summons by the same post as the other; and had this for a token that the summons was true, that his pitcher was broken at the fountain.

“Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.”
~ Ecclesiastes 12:6 ~

When he understood it, he called for his friends, and told them of it. Then said he, “I am going to my Father’s; and though with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage; and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his battles who now will be my Rewarder.” When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the riverside; into which as he went he said, “Death, where is thy sting?” And as he went down deeper, he said, “Grave, where is thy victory?” So he passed over; and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

Then there came forth a summons for Mr. STANDFAST (this Mr. STANDFAST was he that the rest of the pilgrims found upon his knees in the Enchanted Ground); for the post brought it him open in his hands. The contents whereof were, that he must prepare for a change of life; for his Master was not willing that he should be so far from him any longer. At this Mr. STANDFAST was put into a muse; “Nay,” said the messenger, “you need not doubt the truth of my message; for here is a token of the truth thereof: thy wheel is broken at the cistern”.

“Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.”
~ Ecclesiastes 12:6 ~

Then he called to him Mr. GREAT-HEART, who was their guide; and said unto him, “Sir, although it was not my hap to be much in your good company in the days of my pilgrimage, yet, since the time I knew you, you have been profitable to me. When I came from home, I left behind me a wife and five small children. Let me entreat you at your return (for I know that you will go, and return to your Master’s house, in hopes that you may yet be a conductor to more of the holy pilgrims), that you send to my family; and let them be acquainted with all that hath and shall happen unto me. Tell them, moreover, of my happy arrival at this place; and of the present blessed condition that I am in. Tell them also of CHRISTIAN and CHRISTIANA his wife; and how she and her children came after her husband. Tell them also of what a happy end she made, and whither she is gone. I have little or nothing to send to my family, except it be prayers and tears for them; of which it will suffice if thou acquaint them, if peradventure they may prevail.” When Mr. STANDFAST had thus set things in order, and the time being come for him to haste him away, he also went down to the river. Now there was a great calm at that time in the river; wherefore Mr. STANDFAST, when he was about half way in, he stood awhile, and talked to his companions that had waited upon him thither. And he said:

“This river has been a terror to many; yea, the thoughts of it also have often frightened me. But now, methinks I stand easy; my foot is fixed upon that upon which the feet of the priests that bore the ark of the covenant stood, while Israel went over this Jordan.

“And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the LORD stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground, until all the people were passed clean over Jordan.”
~ Joshua 3:17 ~

The waters, indeed, are to the palate bitter, and to the stomach cold; yet the thoughts of what I am going to, and of the conduct that waits for me on the other side, doth lie as a glowing coal at my heart.

“I see myself now at the end of my journey; my toilsome days are ended. I am going now to see that head that was crowned with thorns, and that face that was spit upon for me.

“I have formerly lived by hearsay and faith; but now I go where I shall live by sight, and shall be with him in whose company I delight myself.

“I have loved to hear my Lord spoken of; and wherever I have seen the print of his shoe in the earth, there I have coveted to set my foot too.

“His name has been to me as a civet box, yea, sweeter than all perfumes. His voice to me has been most sweet; and his countenance I have more desired than they that have most desired the light of the sun. His Word I did use to gather for my food, and for antidotes against my fainting. He has held me, and I have kept me from mine iniquities; yea, my steps hath he strengthened in his way.”

Now while he was thus in discourse, his countenance changed; his strong man bowed under him; and after he had said, “Take me, for I came unto Thee!” he ceased to be seen of them.

But glorious it was to see how the open region was filled with horses and chariots; with trumpeters and pipers; with singers and players on stringed instruments–to welcome the pilgrims as they went up, and followed one another in at the beautiful gate of the City.

As for CHRISTIAN’S children, the four boys that CHRISTIANA brought with her, with their wives and children, I did not stay where I was till they were gone over. Also, since I came away, I heard one say, that they were yet alive; and so would be for the increase of the Church in that place where they were for a time.

Shall it be my lot to go that way again, I may give those that desire it an account of what I here am silent about; meantime, I bid my reader

ADIEU!