The Station   

“The Station”

 

Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision on which we see ourselves on a
long journey that spans an entire continent.

 

We’re traveling by train and, from the windows; we drink in the passing scenes of cars on
nearby highways, of children waving at crossings, of cattle grazing in distant
pastures of smoke pouring from power plants,  of row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat,
of flatlands, and valleys, of city skylines and village halls.

 

But uppermost in our minds is our final destination—for at a certain hour and on a given day,
our  train will finally pull into the station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands playing.

 

And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true.
So restlessly, we pace the aisle  and count the miles, peering ahead,
waiting, waiting for the station.

 

“Yes, when we reach the station, that will be it!” we promise ourselves
“When we’re eighteen….win that promotion…put the last kid through college…
buy that 450 SL Mercedes Benz…pay off the mortgage…have a nest egg for retirement.”

 

From that day on we will all live happily ever after.

 

Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no station in this life, no one earthly
place to arrive at once and for all.

 

The journey is the joy. 

The station is an illusion— 

It constantly outdistances us. 

Yesterday‘s a memory, tomorrow’s a dream 

Yesterday belongs to a history, tomorrow belongs to God. 

Yesterday’s a fading sunset, tomorrow’s a faint sunrise. 

Only today is there light enough to love and live. 

So, gently close the door on yesterday and throw the key away.

 

It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad, but rather the regret over yesterday
and the fear of tomorrow.

 

“Relish the moment” is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24,
“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”

 

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers,
climb more mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars.

 

Laugh more

And

Cry less.

 

Go barefoot oftener. 

 Eat more ice cream. 

Ride more merry-go-rounds 

Watch more sunsets. 

Life must be lived as we go along.

           (J. Hastings)

 

Robert Hastings is right.  There is no station you can get to in this life that will make any difference
so you might as well enjoy the trip.

 

But there is a very important Station that will come eventually.

 

This station will be reached while wearing your traveling clothes. Better known our “going-home-clothes.”

 

When you stop and think about this, you cannot help but realize that we all are pilgrims making our trip homeward.

 

Though faith in Christ, we are all homeward bound. As God gradually transfers our loved ones to 
we have more and more deposits there, and as it states in  1 Corinthians 2:9-

"But as it is written, "EYE ATH NOT SEEN, NOR EAR HEAR, NEITHER HAVE ENTERED INTO
THE HEART OF MAN, THE THINGS WHICH GOD HATH PREPARED FOR THEM THT LOVE HIM."

 

What bright hope is in those words. And if ever there were a time when we needed hope it is Now!

 

Romans 15:13 says, “Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in
that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.”

 

What is it saying? 

 

Overflowing with hope means overflowing with joy and
Overflowing as it were to the bottom of Aaron’s skirt.

 

Hope that teaches us that our Heavenly Father is building us a mansion in heaven.

John 14:1-3:

 

• Let not your heart be troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me.
• In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you.
• I go to prepare a place for you.
• And if I go and prepare a place for you,
•  I will come again and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also,
• and the way ye know.

 

He is preparing

He is coming again

He will receive us unto Himself

That where He is

We will be also.

The Way –you will know.

 

Enjoy Your Journey

Live the experiences

Learn along the way

Look upward

Keep listening

You may hear the trumpet sound!

 

Do more than exist…..Live!

Do more than touch…..Feel!

Do more than look…..See!

Do more than hear…..Listen!

Do more than talk…..Say Something!

 

When I Come Home to heaven

 

When I come home to heaven

How joyful it will be!

For on that day at last

My risen Lord I’ll see.

 

No greater happiness thatn

To see Him face to face,

To see the love in His eyes

And fell His war embrace.

 

I’ve done nothing to deserve

That perfect home above.

It was given freely through

The grace of Jesus’love.

 

 Then why should earthly cares

Weigh down upon me so?

They’ll be a distant memory

When home at last I go.

 

One of our greatest friends is hope.

And the reason is because of our hope in the life to come.

 

But the greatest--

 Joy Is Love.

 

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When I Think Of America

America is more than TV--

…Frozen foods, Xerox, Credit cards, and frizbees 

She’s bigger than Leonard Bernstein—

…Ann Landers, Michael Jackson, George Bush

Grandma Moses, Batman and McDonald’s. 

America—

…Young in the eyes of History

…Mature in the role of leadership,

…Strong in the heat of battle

…Weak in the arms of prosperity. 

Sometimes—

…Too boastful of her wealth, 

…Too public with her problems,

…Too believing in her critics,

…Too faithful to her own.

 

So She is—

…Criticized by her friends, Scolded by her neighbors,

…Scorned by her enemies, Loved by her children. 

But whatever else She may be,

 She’s still a great place to call Home. 

America…the name is a synonym around the world for justice, freedom, and liberty.

America—

…It is a place you can say what you please,

…To whom ever you please

…Wherever you please

…And not have to worry about who’s listening. 

America—it’s the place where you can fly as high as your dreams will take you.

America---it’s walking out your front door …anytime you want to. 

While other countries have had to build walls and fences to keep their citizens from getting out…
 America still has people standing in line waiting to get in.

 And we are different from any place else in the world.  I mean, where else on eart
do they boil tea to make it hot, put ice in it to make it cold, sugar to make it swee
 and lemon to make is sour…all at the same time? 

And where else do they have mobile homes that don’t move?

...Or instant coffee for slow relaxing?

…Or keep the juries locked up at night while the prisoners go home?

…Or park cars on driveways…and drive cars on parkways? 

But let me tell you this about America… 

She has been called the family of freedom,

…The arena of opportunity,

…The land of the brave,

…The residence of justice

…And the light of liberty  

But to me...She’s Home.  And I think I like that best of all. 

Now…I can’t be sure about you and yours.  But as for me and mine…

WE BELIEVE IN AMERICA! 

It wasn’t until seven days before he was inaugurated that the people decided what to call George Washington.  

 Originally the official title was to be: 

HIS HIGHNESS

THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES

AND PROTECTOR OF THE LIBERTY. 

But on April 23^rd, 1789 the Senate decided to designate him simply

THE PRESIDENT. 

Most of us are inclined to believe that all presidents are intellectual giants, 
men of great statue and accomplishment.  But that’s hardly true. 

Take Zachary Taylor…

He’d never voted in his life.  Not even once!  When they asked him if he were a Whig or a democrat, he said he didn’t rightly know.  When the wigs nominated him anyway and notified him by mail, he refused to pay the ten cents postage due and sent the nomination back…unopened. 

As you can see, there have been changes made in the last couple of hundred years in our Great Nation.

Let us steadfastly pray that America will always be a free nation, governed by its citizens and

ruled by the Hand of an Almighty God..

Who our forefathers found to be Worthy!