Living on the Virginia Peninsula you can't escape noticing the coal trains that rumble through our towns and next to the highways. Day after day these long trains (sometimes about a mile long) full of coal from West Virginia head for the piers in Newport News for export aboard ships. Then the empty cars return to the hills for another run. They have a singular purpose. Their path is clearly marked and constrained by the tracks. Their power is supplied through amazing locomotives. Their safe passage is guaranteed by watchful engineers. One might say that they have a boring existence. But, perhaps, it might be more accurate to say that they are highly focused and efficient.
It's interesting to consider the train that is our lives. What tracks are we running on? What cargo are we carrying? Who is our engineer and what is our source of power?
I am challenged to carry the Lord in my cars on the tracks of this day with the Holy Spirit's hand on the throttle. The consistent example of the coal trains challenges us.
1 Kings 10:2 And she came to Jerusalem with a very great train, with camels that bare spices, and very much gold, and precious stones...