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The Train

Running…

running…

It’s moving so fast…

How will I ever catch it?

I’ve been running so long…

I don’t remember…

when I left the station.

Was there a station?

It seems…

it’s always been…

Me…

the train…

the landscape.

Everything rushing by.

Tracks running through the open country…

going on forever…

and me…

running…

never able to catch it.

Keeping pace…

but never catching up.

Always alongside…

never close enough to jump aboard.

Always running…

just to maintain.

 

Once…

I tripped.

I fell.

My falter…

so ill-timed!

It was at that moment

the train

came to a halt.

Scrambling…

scraping…

running to get up and on,

I felt my heart sink

as it started up again…

and pulled away…

just as I got going again.

So close…

but still…

running.

 

Other times,

it slowed…

but…

I stumbled…

and was…

unable to catch it,

even then.

 

Still running…

Can I keep this up…

forever?

So exhausting…

So monotonous…

So…

 

I fall again.

This time…

I can’t get up.

Frustrated…

failed…

fallen.

Beating the ground with my fists,

I lift tear-filled eyes

to watch the train

pull forever out of reach.

But…

it’s there.

It has stopped.

 

I dare not move.

I dare not hope.

Rising to my feet

will only make it start up again…

start the running again.

I lay there.

I look.

I wait.

I wonder.

 

In my stillness…

I see a figure…

like that of a man…

fill the door frame of the nearest car.

His wave

beckons me come.

I stand.

No energy to run…

I stumble…

broken and tired…

to the train.

I reach the figure,

who is holding out his hand.

I look,

and finally recognize his face.

“Come aboard,”

he tells me,

“I’ve been waiting for you a while.”

 

“Waiting?” I ask,

“But…

all the running…

I’ve been trying to get here…

for so long.

If you wanted me aboard,

why didn’t you…

stop the train?

Why didn’t you…

wait for me?”

“Ah, yes…

the running,”

was his reply,

“I am so glad you stopped.

All this time,

the train has been keeping pace…

with you.

The faster you ran…

the faster it went.

I’ve been trying to keep up…

with you.

I wasn’t willing…

to let you get away.

I had hoped the obstacles

I put in your path

would make you slow down.

You did stumble.

Once you even fell.

But, you simply got back up…

and started running again.

Now…

you’ve stopped.

So…

the train has stopped.

 

My Father is conducting,

and he is simply waiting

for you to climb aboard,

and he will take us on.

He knows exactly where we should stop

and when.

He has prepared for us…

a magnificent adventure.

So…

Come aboard…

and feast with me in the dining car.

Come aboard…

and delight with me in the scenery.

Come aboard…

and share with me in this journey.

Come aboard…

and stop running.”

He saw the hope in my eyes…

and I felt it

fill my heart,

as I stuttered my next words to ask…

“You mean…”

His strong but gentle hand

guided me onto the train…

and I collapsed in his arms

as he offered the word

my soul

was desperate to hear…

“Yes, my child…

rest.”

The Sacrifice

 

He came into this world,

no glory, crown, or fame,

just a simple little manger,

Jesus was his name.

 

No palace marked his birth,

no riches or a throne,

just a humble servant child,

Son of God, flesh and bone.

 

As He grew He learned

His purpose.

His Father’s business was

His own.

To Him the sacrifice he’d make

one day,

was always known.

 

He expected no praise,

power He did not seek.

He was simply there to save,

to help the lost and meek.

 

He served with love until the day

when persecution had arrived.

His enemies rose up

against Him,

but He knew He would survive.

 

And as they nailed Him to

the cross,

He gazed upon each face,

and asked His Father

to forgive them,

a show of His eternal grace.

 

They mocked Him, beat Him,

put Him in the tomb,

placed the stone in front,

and sealed the room.

 

But three days passed,

and victory He claimed,

when the stone was rolled away,

“He has risen” was proclaimed.

 

The same child of the manger,

the humble servant one.

His resurrection a hope for all.

All pain and suffering done.

 

So as one thinks of baby Jesus,

remember what He’s done,

His birth so long ago,

the death of God’s own son.

 

And as one gazes at the cross,

remember the tears He cried,

as He hung there,

He saw your face,

“This blood’s for you”

– and died.

cross

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt from Random Thoughts by Kerry Nenn

 

 

What will you find?

Love

joy

hatred

pain

sunshine

warmth

clouds

and rain.

Life and death

sorrow and gladness

smiles and tears

happy and sadness.

They’re all part of life,

the good,

the bad,

the envy and strife,

the joyful,

the sad.

With all the world’s changes,

the should nots and the shoulds,

try to look past the evil

and seek out the good.

 

He who seeks good will find goodwill, but evil comes to him who searches for it. Proverbs 11:27