Paying Homage To The Coal Train

Paying Homage To The Coal Train

Genesis 3:15 “And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.

Genessis 12:2 “And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing:

Amos 3:2 You only have I known of all the families of the earth:…”

Matthew 21:43 Therefore say I unto you, The kingdom of God shall be taken from you, and given to a nation bringing forth the fruits thereof.

Romans 11:11 “I say then, Have they stumbled that they should fall? God forbid: but rather through their fall salvation is come unto the Gentiles, for to provoke them to jealousy.

     God shot the tracks into the future starting at the Garden.  “Close to the tracks, boys.  Close to the tracks.”  It was their only hope.  Noah and his previous generations obeyed.  He got real cosey with creosote.  He liked the smell of a good burnt offering. 

     Then God did something different.  They weren’t just tracks anymore.  He fashioned in Abraham the mighty engine.  Coal-fired and long, yet he had no caboose.  “I swear Abraham.  I will make thee a train. A long train.”  Isaac didn’t see it.  Jacob didn’t see it.  They, like their father, worked with God to become the big three locked in tandem.  “Who am I?  Just look at the first three engines.”

     They chugged Israel out of Egypt as the passenger cars hopped on.  The lengthening train pulled out of slavery and into the wilderness of Israel’s told history of me’ism.  Battered by bandits and gold stripped off, the train none-the-less held course.  Promised great deliverance, the motley crew of rich-to- poor road on.

     Stopping at the Christ depot, some looked down through glass in dismay.  Nothing like the ballroom grandeur they had envisioned.  In fact, the walk was weathered.  Others cramped in second-class cars fled the suffocation as faith brought boot to board.

     “Enough!”  The scoffers cried as they yanked down their shades.  “Command the engineer to be off again!”  The belching blackness, hot coal soot beefed out.  A cloud polluted then the iron train pulled on.

     But off others scampered like mice run free.  In all directions, just to be loosed!  Beyond the depot, what the ongoers not noticed, were travellings of all sorts of colors and sizes.  The yard be busy and the noise was made by glorious laughter.  Ah the trails carved in virgin prairie, a covering of most to prize the new frontier!

     We have here the great schism.  Those abreast and those abroad.  Rank and file hemmed in by law.  Others sent out in freedom of faith.

     Do I spit upon the tracks and spite the train?  Do I gloat over her misfortunate blindness as she stays upon the only course she’s known?  Am I that rendered to consider myself pure, transformed into holiness?  Nay.

     The ancients have brought me thus far.  At the offering, I stepped off at Freedom Stop.  It was there I waved bye to my schoolmaster.  For sin I was aware, now time for works of righteousness. 

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