The Peddler was left standing at the front door as the rain continued to come down.
"I don't understand," he thought as he walked to the next cottage. "I have never harmed this man, why would he turn me away?"
Unfortunately, it was only the beginning. Despite the storm, the Peddler was denied sanctuary time and time again.
In each case he was asked if he accepted Jesus as his savior. Being a man of principle, he told the truth. "I respect what you believe," he would say, "but I am a man who has not studied such things. I only seek refuge from the storm."
This honesty only seemed to doom the Peddler, for he reached the last cottage in despair. He thought, "If they do not offer me shelter, where am I to go?"
As he approached the front door his heart sank. The dwelling was small, compared to the others in the village. Further, it had seen better days, for it was in a general state of disrepair. In addition, the garden surrounding the cottage looked not to have been tended or cared for in quite some time. The Peddler, however, was desperate. He arrived at the front door, and with a heavy sigh, began to knock in earnest. After a few moments the door started to open slowly...
End of PT 2.