Why this book

For centuries this dream outsold every book but the Bible in English homes, carried into two hundred tongues, read aloud by firelight to children and kings alike. It taught a whole world to picture the inner life as a road.

The Story

In a town called Destruction lived a man named Christian, who opened a book one day and could not stop weeping. A great weight settled upon his back, and he cried the question Bunyan sets at the story's heart: 'What shall I do to be saved?'

His neighbors thought him mad, and his own wife and children begged him to rest. But the burden only pressed harder, therefore he wandered the fields in despair — until a solemn man named Evangelist found him there and asked why he wept.

Christian answered that he feared his city would burn to ash. Therefore Evangelist pointed across the wide plain toward a far, shining light and told him to run for it. Christian clapped his fingers in his ears and fled toward it, crying that he sought life, eternal life.

Two neighbors, Obstinate and Pliable, chased after to fetch him home. Obstinate scoffed and turned back, but Pliable caught Christian's hope and walked on with him — therefore both stumbled, deep in talk of glory, straight into a foul black bog called the Slough of Despond.

The mire clung to Christian's burden and dragged him down. Pliable clawed free on the nearer bank and fled home in disgust. But Christian sank on alone, until a man named Help reached down through the muck and lifted him onto firm ground.

Next a smooth gentleman, Mr. Worldly Wiseman, urged him to seek easy relief in a nearby village instead of the hard, narrow way. Christian turned aside — but a hill overhead flashed fire and seemed ready to crush him, and he stood there trembling.

Evangelist found him a second time and rebuked his wandering, therefore Christian repented and hurried back to the true path. At last he reached a small Wicket Gate, knocked, and a keeper named Goodwill pulled him swiftly inside, out of the reach of arrows loosed from a dark castle.

Goodwill sent him on to the House of the Interpreter, where Christian was shown strange pictures of the soul — a fire that would not die, a wretch shut in an iron cage of his own despair. Therefore, sobered and taught, he climbed toward a wall crowned with a Cross.

At the Cross the straps of his burden snapped of themselves. The great weight rolled from his shoulders, tumbled down the slope, and vanished into an open tomb. Christian wept for sheer joy, therefore three Shining Ones clothed him anew and pressed a sealed scroll into his hand for the road.

He came to a steep hill named Difficulty and climbed it on hands and knees. Halfway up he rested in a shady arbor and, lulled by the quiet, fell asleep — therefore his precious scroll slipped from his fingers. Waking late in a panic, he had to retrace every weary step to find it.

Near the summit stood a bright palace, guarded by two lions that made him quake. But the beasts were chained just clear of the path, therefore he edged between them and was welcomed by watchful maidens who fed him, showed him ancient wonders, and armed him head to foot for war.

Descending into the Valley of Humiliation, Christian met a hideous fiend named Apollyon, scaled and winged, who straddled the whole path and swore he would never pass. Darts flew and the two fought for half a day, until Christian, bleeding, drove his sword home and the monster spread his wings and fled.

Bandaged from the fight, he entered a darker valley — the Valley of the Shadow of Death — a narrow ledge between a bottomless ditch and a sucking quag, with the very mouth of hell breathing flame beside him. He walked it by sound alone, and near dawn heard another pilgrim's voice ahead.

The voice belonged to Faithful, a pilgrim from his own old town. Overjoyed, Christian caught up to him, therefore the two walked on as one, trading the tales of all that had tempted and tested each of them along the long road.

Faithful told how a temptress, a proud old man named Adam the First, and a whispering figure called Shame had all clutched at him, yet he had shaken each one off. In him Christian found the one thing he had lacked — a companion as stubborn for heaven as himself.

Then their road ran straight through a town whose year-round fair sold every glittering vanity a heart could crave — honors, pleasures, kingdoms, lusts. The two pilgrims wanted none of it, but their plain refusal to buy so enraged the crowd that both were seized and locked in a cage.

The town tried Faithful before a scowling judge, on the word of lying witnesses, and condemned him to die. They scourged and burned him — but as the flames took his body, Christian saw a chariot of fire sweep his friend up through the clouds toward the Celestial City.

Christian himself was spared and slipped from the town alive. Faithful's brave death had lit a fire of its own, therefore a young man of Vanity named Hopeful abandoned the fair and ran after him, and the two soon became the fastest of friends upon the way.

Weary of a stony road, the friends strayed over a stile into an easier meadow — but rain trapped them on the grounds of a giant named Despair, who dragged them to Doubting Castle and flung them into a lightless dungeon. There he beat them daily and pressed them to end their own lives.

For days they lay starving and half-persuaded to despair. Then Christian remembered a key he had carried all along, called Promise, that could open any lock in that castle. Therefore they tried it on the dungeon door, the gates, the iron wicket — and every bolt gave way, and they ran free.

Safe again, they climbed the Delectable Mountains, where kindly shepherds gave them food and, through a glass, a distant glimpse of the shining gates they sought. But the shepherds also warned them of pleasant by-ways that had swallowed other pilgrims whole.

Their last danger was a drowsy stretch called the Enchanted Ground, whose very air begged a traveler to lie down and sleep forever. Therefore Christian and Hopeful kept each other awake with talk of home, pinching the drowsiness away, until the ground behind them gave way to sweeter country.

They entered the Land of Beulah, where the sun never sets and the city's towers gleamed just across a wide, dark river. But there was no bridge to be found; the only road to the gate ran straight through those cold and bottomless waters.

The two waded in, and at once Christian felt himself sinking, sure he would drown as the waves closed over his head. But Hopeful held up his chin and reminded him the ground beneath was good — therefore together they found their footing and struggled to the farther shore.

On the far bank two Shining Ones met them and led them, dripping and weightless now, up the last hill to the gate. Trumpets sounded, the doors swung wide, and the whole city rang with welcome as Christian and Hopeful passed at last into glory.

Yet even then a traveler named Ignorance reached the same gate, having ferried across the river and skipped every hard lesson of the road. He carried no scroll, therefore the King's men bound him and cast him out. So Bunyan warns there is 'a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.'

What it means

Bunyan's dream holds one truth: the life of the spirit is a road, and every slough, hill, and giant is a doubt or fear we must walk clean through, not around. Salvation is no single moment but a stubborn, daily journey — kept only by holding one another up.

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