Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Station ....


In the past, actually far too often over the last 16 months, as we have so brokenheartedly bid farewell to one of our fellow 4th floor warriors,I have struggled on the next post after that goodbye.How do I just begin a subject,tackle a topic,record the mundane,when a family we love is embarking on the next unimaginable journey?

Taylor called a bit ago,with the perfect bridge.She didn't know I was looking for one but as I listened to her words,actually the words of Robert J. Hastings,the answer was there.So today I pass it on.If you have read it before,it certainly is worth another read.If you haven't, well,I promise you won't be disappointed.Today we prayerfully remember our Lord's Last Supper,in preparation for tomorrow,Good Friday ... where our reminder of our ultimate Station,is found in the image of a cross atop a hill on Calvary.A very blessed Easter to you all.

"Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision in 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 upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our conscious 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 aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, 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 450SL Mercedes-Benz. . . 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. Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.
"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. The Station will come soon enough."~The Station by Robert J. Hastings

8 comments:

Anna said...

It was all that you promised and then some!I wish I could be with you now and us celebrate LIFE together! Ive been trying to come up with the right words for what is in my heart. I feel the clock ticking. Tomorrow is Good Friday. Then we can set our faces toward the longing of Easter day!

Angi said...

That was a wonderful read, thank you, I find myself running- running- running to get things done and ready and washed, and cleaned and prepared and- and- and-there is always something else...gotta slow down and enjoy what is...

Just Another Ordinary Miracle said...

Across the miles we send your family our love. Tomorrow as I pass among the stations of the cross in our beautiful church no doubt will you and Zoey be in our hearts. Our crosses are heavy at times- but on we go- and they are lighter because of our relationships and the bonds made. Once I spoke during lent to a group- representing Mary's cross that she carried as she watched her son carry his cross- unable to help him, unable to change the outcome- a mothers heart. The weight of my cross doesn't really even compare, but tomorrow means something a little more these days. Have a good Friday. You are much loved across the miles my friend. G

Penny said...

Wow, what an inspiration, beautiful words.... what perfect timing. I will pass these on to a Mom on a terrifying part of lifes journey.

stephanie said...

I've never read that, but today was the day I needed to!
Thanks, for a perfect post!
Love and hugs!!!

The VW's said...

AWESOME! This is just what I needed to read today! Thanks! Love and Hugs!!!

Monica said...

Beautifully written! Happy Easter!

Chris, Molly, and Baby said...

Our situations are different but I do know how difficult it is to watch the world move on when suffering the loss of a child. My heart breaks a little more each time I read of child going home knowing a bit of what the family is going through.
But your post was PERFECT. I've often told friends that one of the gifts sweet June gave me was the ability to "enjoy today." If Virginia pats the spot next to her and asks me to "sit" then I stop what I'm doing and I sit. My in-laws are coming tomorrow and the house is a mess because I spent time with Virginia today and I don't care! Sure I'll get to dust one day and vacuum but today she wanted me to "sit" and I did.
Thank you for your comment on my blog! It's good to know that even my jumbled thoughts "make sense."
Molly