The Doppler Shift

 

The Doppler Shift

Mark 2:15 “And it came to pass, that, as Jesus sat at meat in his house, many publicans and sinners sat also together with Jesus and his disciples: for there were many, and they followed him.16 And when the scribes and Pharisees saw him eat with publicans and sinners, they said unto his disciples, How is it that he eateth and drinketh with publicans and sinners?”

     I’ve heard the train. As it comes, it sounds its whistle of warning. “Clear the tracks!  I’m coming through.”  Even if it could, it would not stop but continues in momentum with lights forward.

     Are we like the train?  We sound the Gospel but no passengers at this stop.  Closer we come proclaiming the Gospel as some great defense for our lain tracks.  Our message justifies our steamed intrusion.  Metal grinds against rust.  Surely progress would the “untouchables” know as we challenge them to read the graffiti on the cars.  We cannot stop.  They would soil the padded cars.

     Baggage lines the wood walk.  The depot attendant knows the schedule.  “This one seldom slows,” he says as he checks his watch again.  Around the bend, She comes again sounding a peculiar warning.  The growled roar precedes the cyclic steam turning.  Compression then rarefaction, the whistle builds then drops.  Onlookers, in wonder, rejected again.

What sins would we run from?  Or who would we leave at station?

     Jesus got His hands dirty.  He shoveled the coal.  He greased the bearings.  He bled the lines and called for water.  Working diligently, He prepared the cars for comfort.  He willingly welcomed the sick.  It pleased Him to identify with lepers.  Out the windows, waving hands joined in rejoicing at an upcoming station.  In fact, banners of white and red stretched across the way in hopes His train would stop.

     Do we follow our Master’s way?  What taboo’s keep us out of the comfort zone?  Upon seeing their baggage upon the board walk, do we steam right by blaring a Gospel which is only distorted in their ears?  Another obnoxious train not willing to get involved?

     This world is messy.  If we wear our righteousness to blind the ones in front of our light, we put them in danger of slicing them up with our steel wheels.  We should not run.  Slowing the freedom train welcomes the hurting ones to deliverance.  We should not be offended lest we forget our past.

     “All aboard!”  We should sing.  Relief we sigh reserving the right to the Ticket Master.  Only He punches because He’s been punched.

    

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