One by one he connected the couplings. Moving forward then backing up. By the length of his day, 200 loaded cars stretched out behind. To rest and prepare, he bid his eyes sleep.
Just before dawn the engine roared again. This time not for idle speed. Black smoke billowed toward 70 miles an hour. His mind focused on what must be done.
It is too expensive to waste time fretting; what loss may come along the way. Evening, and he will reach his destination. He sets his mind like steel.
Doing all he can, the wheels pounding, whining, whirling. A blast of noise pierces the air: “I’m coming through and you can’t stop me! Let all who bleed beware!”
Heed is taken normally. But this time life’s awry. There’s someone stuck upon the tracks. This someone’s about to die.
What happens next is not worthy of words. The judgement has come for one. And in his wake great tears will flow. What justice can be done, with words written here?
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O’ man, you are like that train. You couple your days together with sin. All day long you do what you think is best. You have believed the lie that every man does as is right for himself. Come morning you push the throttle full, mindless of what comes next.
“There is danger. Yes. But I am here, and I will do the best I can. Competition demands my excellence. And I will give it to them in spades!”
You do not let God guide you. You do not submit to His Holy way. Therefore you speed, with all intensity, toward the gates of hell.
Who will stop you now. And how long does it take to stop the train? Would it not be wise to stop as soon as you can? Would it not be wise to slow down and consider?
“I do not have time for your nonsense! I have babes to feed and clothe! Away with you! You distract me from my goal.”
What do you think the engineer would give to allow his prey to live? What precious thing might he own that will dry up the wells of tears? What repair can he make to put salve upon regret; that his ruptured heart may heal? All the while you believe it will not come to you.
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