Walking over to the train station, I crossed the tracks with my camera in hand.
Train tracks have always caught my interest, maybe because I grew up with a freight train crossing just about four houses away from mine.
As a young child, I walked over the tracks twice a day going to school.
My friends and I would put pennies on the tracks and wait for the train to come.
When the heavy weight of the engine and cargo had passed, I recall only seeing the image of Lincoln faintly in the railing—no penny left at all.
Looking at the the photo I took near the train station the other day, I thought first of the two converging tracks as they became one, allowing a train on either track to go to the same destination.
This evening, I thought of the rails another way.
What about a train that was leaving the station and coming toward me?
A choice would have to be made as to which direction to follow.
Should it travel to the right or to the left?
We all have to make such a choice about our destinations.
Jesus had this conversation with His disciples:
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”
Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?”
Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.”
For all of us, there comes a time when the tracks in front of us split into two different directions.
We can choose to follow Jesus or we can go our own way without Him.