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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