Kirk Bridge, Hetton

Walking back from Hetton Chapel after the Sunday afternoon service, we took a footpath from across the road. Though somewhat muddy, it took us through what seemed like entire civilisations of snowdrops until we came to Skirse Gill Beck. Quaintly spanning this was a little bridge consisting of single stone slab, which is well worn, as are the two supporting slabs on each side. Historic England’s map labels it Kirk Bridge, a name that sounds as old as its fabric. Although supported by handrails on either side, the deep groove suggests that many feet had used it over the centuries, though it is too narrow to have two abreast.

Opening up Hetton Chapel was like re-opening the bridge. The message proclaimed is nothing new; indeed, it has been well travelled by millions of feet over the centuries. It remains narrow and not broad, as the Lord Jesus Himself described it. Yet for all its age and narrowness, it remains as strong and dependable as ever. I salute Kirk Bridge, though I commend the old gospel which bridges the rough and choppy waters of death and judgement.

Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. Matthew 7:13-14

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