Saturday, August 25, 2007

RIDING THE RAILS!

In the words of Tony Campolo . . .

"AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR PAST IS, IT IS NOT AS IMPORTANT AS THE WAY YOU SEE YOUR FUTURE."

Charles David Tillman had to be inspired when he wrote the Blue Grass Gospel favorite: Life is Like A Mountain Railroad. The lyrics liken life's journey to a train ride with a destination. Just as there's a beginning and ending to every story so there is to every journey, even our own.  Like the lyrics say: "...we must make the run successful from the cradle to the grave".  

What we remember most about our train ride through life are the breath taking view-points; the happy times, family re-unions, the birthday parties, the weddings, the babies, the graduations, the promotions, etc.  Always on time, the generational train kept rolling on through the good and the bad, even though the happy times were too often interrupted by mud slides like sickness, funerals, failures, divorces, abuses, alcholism, etc. That's when the debris covered the tracks, temporarily stalling our train.  Unfortunately for some, there were too many of those sudden stops in the early part of their trip.  

BUT THE TRAIN ROLLS ON . . . it waits for no one! 

When we ride the rails of a disturbed past we often get sidetracked, making the mistake of backing up when we should be moving ahead. It's like taking two steps forward and one step back.  Time is lost and no ground is gained when we live that way.   It is no wonder some folks are always irritable and angry.  Trying to live in the present while holding a grudge from the past is not the best way to take in the ride.  Been there and done that! 

BUT THE TRAIN ROLLS ON . . . time waits for no one! 

Family failures are largely responsible for the train wrecks and broken lives we see along the way.  Human error switched the signals along the track, derailing relationships. Some survived the wreckage and were forced to change trains in search of their dreams for happiness and peace of mind.  Most of them boarded a train only to find other passengers like themselves; huddling in fear of the long, dark tunnels and the emotional trestles they must cross in order to prevent falling into the  deep chasms of life.  The winding curves of uncertainty and the anxiety of not knowing what's around the next bend blinds them to the beauty outside their window.   Some even decide to jump off,  leaving the discipline of the track in search of freedom.  Trouble is they would be free, but they won't  go anywhere.  Just have to wait for another train on another track to come in!  Only the Engineer knows what freight that next train might be hauling!

WE'RE ALL RIDING THE RAILS!  OUR TRAIN KEEPS ROLLING ALONG......

Some of us are riding in a chilly Freight car huddling with others to keep warm. Others prefer the Scenic dome car, it takes their mind off their troubles.  Some ride in Economy, content with the status quo. Others have learned there's a First Class with white linen napkins and fine china to eat off.  Our outlook on life and the belief system we hold determines the car we sit in.  We all have a ticket but we are not the ticket agent.   When God breathed into Adam, " Adam became a living soul".  That first breath became his ticket to board the train of life. There was no seat assignment given to Adam...just go and multiply.  The choices were up to him but God was the Engineer riding up front.  He still is!  

 In this dispensation of time our ticket for the train of life was handed us the moment our parents made love and we were conceived.  Our seat assignment is to love the Lord our God with all our heart, soul, mind, body and our neighbour as ourself.  In other words, love one another and bear fruit.  Adam's job was to fill the earth after his own kind.  Our job is to bring 'born again' babies to the Kingdom of God through acts of love and kindness, which we learned by loving God with all that we are.  When you love someone that much you are bound to want to introduce that person to those you love. 

Point: The Lord God can be different things to many people, based on personal experiences and situations of life. Take Adam, he saw God as Creator and a friend in the garden.  David, on the other hand, saw the Lord as His Shepherd, because David lived his life in the hills tending the sheep and he knew what Good Shepherds were all about.  The thing is that David and Adam both had a destiny.  While David would eventually be a king, Adam would begin the multiplication of other humans.   David wouldn't always sleep in the lonely hills.'  He knew he was destined to be a King.  He ended up in First Class with palacial comfort and faithful servants. Even with all that he still had issues of family failure to deal with.  No ride is ever painless and perfect, even at the height of reaching your destiny.

 So: The analogy of Father God being my Engineer is because my dad worked on the railroad. He knew and now I know the importance of a good engineer, just as David knew the importnt qualities of a good Shepherd.  I was very aware in those natural young years of travelling on the train with my dad and family that there was a destiny on my life. 

At birth when I was put into my mothers arms, she had left her body during labour. She described it as a "split second" of travelling through a dark tunnel and being met by a bright light.  Out of the light extended two arms holding a baby. A Voice said, as he laid the baby in her arms: " Here, take her and raise her for me for I have need of her."  The next thing she heard was my first cry.  When I turned twelve God spoke into my adolescent heart that I would be involved in evangelistic work.  Now, here I am, 67 years later, doing that very thing. 

 My 'train' has taken me through 54 countries!  Oh, there were many times of human failure and I wanted off the train.  Wrong signals were given.  I tried to jump the tracks but my Engineer was smarter than I.  Spiritually I was many years in the freight car.  I would never be good enough to sit in First Class and eat First Class food served in fine china on a white linen tablecloth!  One day the Good Shepherd 'set a table before me in the presence of my enemies'. I had a revelation of God's Goodness and Grace and I moved up to a better railcar.  Riding the freight car in the rear next to the caboose was my own choice because I didn't know there was a better ride up front. 

Uh, uh!  Ignorance is not always bliss!!!  I love digging and discovering the hidden gold nuggets in God's word.   I have become rich in belief since I discovered the pure gold of extravagant love He has for me and all mankind.    I eat good food...fitly spoken words...'apples of gold and (refreshing water in) pitchers of  silver'.  I am a bread-aholic for the Bread of Life. He has given me the best of travelling companions....family, friends, neighours, pastors. 

AND THE TRAIN KEEPS ROLLING ON . . . . . . .

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Three Cheers For Old Age!!!

 

 

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.  

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.  Oh, not my body!  I sometimes despair over my body; the wrinkles, the baggy eyes and the sagging butt.  And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life or my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.  As I've aged, I've become much kinder to myself and less critical of me. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant-garde on my patio.  I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. 
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.  

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.   How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car?  But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion.  A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.   

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think.  I don't question myself anymore.  I've even earned the right to be wrong sometimes!  What's more, I can be cheeky and get away with it.

 

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free.  I like the person I have become.  I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.  And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)

 

My sentiments exactly!

Thanks to my good friend, Donna Bradley, for sending this to me.

It takes one to know one, doesn't it , Donna!

 

Explaining Death . . .

There's a lump in my throat and tears in my heart as I write this page. 
 
A few days ago we said goodbye to a wonderful woman, Mary Elizabeth Dennison, my husbands older sister. I know she is in heaven with Jesus, along with her other brothers and mom and dad who preceded her in the last few years. She and I were more like real sisters than in-laws.  Her serenity in suffering and the indignities that went with it was awesome. We had serious conversations about heaven.  
 
I pay tribute to Mary today with this assuring explanation of what death, in the end, is really like:
 
"A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said: "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side." 
 
Very quietly the doctor said:  "I don't know".
 
"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"
 
The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of whining and scratching, and as he opended the door, a dog sprang into the room and leapt on him with an eager show of gladness.
 
Turning to the patient, the doctor said: "Did you notice my dog?  He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was on the inside.  He knew nothing, except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.  I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing . . . my Master is there and that is enough."
 
" Mary, I know you've met the Master! " 
" Miss you terribly! "