Christian's life was about to change forever. It all started when he stumbled upon a mysterious book that turned out to be the Bible. As he flipped through the pages, it was like the words were jumping out at him, painting this vivid picture of his city's doom and his own uncertain fate.Now, Christian wasn't the type to keep things bottled up, especially something this big. He tried talking to his wife and kids about it, hoping they'd get where he was coming from. But man, did that backfire! Instead of understanding, they looked at him like he'd grown a second head.You know how news travels fast in small towns? Well, it didn't take long for Christian's neighbors to catch wind of his "crazy ideas." Before he knew it, there was a parade of well-meaning folks knocking on his door, trying to talk some sense into him. But Christian wasn't budging.As days turned into weeks, Christian's burden grew heavier and heavier. It was like carrying a boulder on his back, getting bigger with each passing day. The weight of it was crushing him, making it hard to even breathe. One day, it just became too much.With a heavy heart that felt like it was made of lead, Christian made the gut-wrenching decision to leave everything behind. As he stepped out of his front door for the last time, his eyes welled up with tears. His whole body was shaking like a leaf, a mix of fear and determination coursing through him like electricity. The sound of his wife and children's cries hit him like a punch to the gut, begging him to come back.In a moment of desperation that might seem a bit odd, Christian stuck his fingers in his ears. It was his way of blocking out the heart-wrenching pleas of his loved ones. As he ran, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Life! Life! Eternal life!" It was like he was trying to drown out any doubts with his own voice, reminding himself why he was making this painful choice.As Christian put some distance between himself and the city, his pace slowed. The adrenaline was wearing off, and reality was setting in. He was alone now, in unfamiliar territory, with no idea where to go next. It was like being lost in a thick fog, unable to see the path ahead. That's when he bumped into a stranger who introduced himself as Evangelist.Evangelist listened patiently as Christian poured out his heart, explaining the burden he carried and his reasons for fleeing. Instead of judgment or skepticism, Christian found understanding in Evangelist's eyes. It was like a weight had been lifted, just having someone listen and take him seriously.Then, Evangelist did something unexpected. He pointed towards the horizon, where a faint, shimmering light could be seen in the distance. "You see that light?" he asked Christian. "Head towards it. There, you'll find a Wicket Gate. That's where your journey truly begins."Before Christian could ask any more questions, Evangelist handed him a rolled-up piece of parchment. As Christian unrolled it, his eyes widened at the words written inside: "Fly from the wrath to come." It was like a final push, a confirmation that he was on the right path.With renewed determination, Christian set off towards the distant light. As he walked, the weight of his burden seemed a little lighter, and for the first time in a long while, Christian felt a glimmer of hope.As Christian took his first steps towards the shimmering light, a strange feeling washed over him. It was a mix of excitement and dread, like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you have to jump but unsure of what's waiting below. The parchment in his hand seemed to pulse with energy, urging him forward. But as he looked ahead, the path seemed to twist and turn, disappearing into shadows. What challenges lay ahead? And more importantly, was Christian ready to face them?