Train of Thought
As I
climb up the once gray and now black steps leading up to the
platform, I give a loud yawn. I must do this everyday just to get to
school. Sometimes, I wonder why school is so important. In a white
shirt, blue jeans and black Nike sneakers, I walk, feet barely
making a sound, across a platform covered with dried. I slowly make
my way across the platform to stand in front of a huge and white
piece of metal with the sign "Burnside Ave" on it. Standing there, I
patiently wait for the No.4 train to arrive. I stifle another yawn
and bend my upper body over the rail, my eyes looking for the two
bright eyes of the first car of a train ten cars long. Seeing
nothing, I stand again and look over the rail at the roof of a black
building with doghouse on it. Looking left, I see the first signs of
people filling the sidewalks cleared by the night. Cars of all
designs and all colors and the occasional No. 36 bus noisily start
making their way up or down a two-way road. No doubt some of these
people are on their way to school and work as well. No doubt all the
people standing on the platform with me are on their way to school
and work as well. The distant rumbling of the No.4 train making its
way down from 183rd Street disturbs my train of thought. I feel a
strong gust of wind pressing against my clothes and getting stronger
as the cacophony steel wheels turning continues to get louder.
Shortly after the wind reaches its climax, the platform stops its
gentle shaking. The train doors open with a ding-dong and I get on
the train.
Everybody is looking for something in this day and age. I go to
school to seek knowledge and others go to work to seek money.
Everybody knows where he or she is going and therefore nobody gets
lost. These are things of the flesh but what about things of the
spirit; what about peace of mind? When it comes to peace of mind,
one could be the smartest of the smart and the richest of the rich
and still not have it. One can also be the poorest of poor and the
dumbest of the dumb and not have this valued treasure. Before all of
us, there are many trains and many train stations all claiming to
lead to the same destination. Money is one but if this were the true
path then all rich people would have it. Religion is one but if that
were the case then all the people of the world would have it. There
is only one true way, one true path, one true train and that is
Jesus Christ.
Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to
the father except through me.” Jesus Christ is the only train
leading to eternal peace in Heaven. However, what is peace of mind
and why is it so important? Peace of mind is the security that
everything will turn out fine no matter what happens as long as
Jesus Christ is the motorman. Through this peace all sorrow is lost
and every sin is forgiven. Even death is not a problem. Nobody is
immune to death and nobody knows what happens after death. By riding
J.C. train death is only a doorway to an eternity of peace in
heaven. In any other train, death would be a doorway to an eternity
of torture in hell. How does one pay the fare to get on this train?
Token or metrocard is not acceptable. Reading the Bible and
following what it says can do it. It starts by first believing in
God, repenting of your sins and believing that he is the Savior.
The
doors of the train are now open and there is nothing stopping a
person from stepping in or off whenever they wish. The danger is if
you step off the train opportunity may not present itself for you to
step in. If you are in the train now or you plan to take J.C. train
later, see you then at the last train stop - which is the Bosom of
Abraham.
Ifeoluwapo Eleyinafe
