Riding The Rails

Posted by on Apr 15, 2012 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 1 comment

I am riding on a train. A real train, not just one of those touristy trains that harkens back to a previous time. No, this is an honest-to-goodness train taking honest-to-goodness people to places they need to go. It’s the first time I remember being on a passenger train in the good old USA. The last time I was on a train was from Budapest to Vienna and I don’t have positive memories of that trip. But then, that’s another story involving two huge suitcases and a stolen passport. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

Today though I’m riding along from Salisbury, NC on my way to Philadelphia, PA and I’m watching the world roll by out my window. It is amazing. There’s a cemetery followed by a manufacturing lot. Now a farm field, trees, farm field. . . I’m feeling a bit like I’ve traveled back in time.

I’m beginning to see what my Grandpa McKnight was talking about when he said that train was so much better than flying. Oh, of course it’s not as fast. It will take me 12 hours to get where I’m going (oh, hey there’s another cemetery) but if I was going to fly to PA it would be an hour to the airport, a two hour wait to take off, a couple of hours of flying and then get my bags and wait for a ride. It still takes most of a day. And this way, I get to see stuff.

Stuff like the cemeteries, the trees, rivers and creeks as we go across bridges. We see the older parts of towns which might be part of the reason why I feel like I am time-traveling.

There are houses right beside the tracks which remind me of the house we lived in when I was a kid. There are churches and since it is Sunday the parking lots have cars and I see an occasional person going in or coming out.

We just passed through Whitaker, NC. Or is that Virginia? I’m not sure. I think we are getting close to the Virginia border. Wow! There’s some open space. . . oops it’s gone.

Just passed the Rockfish Capital of the World, but I’m not sure of the name of the town. Or the State, for that matter. Now we are crossing a river and the train track is up above the trees. Wow, that is amazing.

I feel an affinity with the past. I can almost imagine myself living 100 years ago. Well, until I realize I am sitting here with my computer plugged into the wall typing while my iphone is charging through my laptop. . . guess they wouldn’t have had those a hundred years ago.

In my defense I did read a book, study for the lessons I am going to do this week, and read my Bible (well that was on my iphone) before breaking out the computer. . .

The attendant—she’s not a flight attendant, what DO I call her—just came by to gather trash. Are we getting ready to land, I mean stop? Oh boy, this is getting a bit weird. It’s hard to type since the train jostles and jiggles along. I’m glad this isn’t a plane; this would be an UNACCEPTABLE level of turbulence! My cursor jumps around and if I’m not careful I find myself typing in the middle of the previous paragraph. My mind is jumping around too so I guess I’ll wrap this up.

 In closing I would like to say this: I’m thankful today for the freedom to travel. I’m thankful for trains, planes, and cars that take me to see friends and family. I’m thankful that when the time comes to go to heaven we won’t have to take a twelve hour trip, we’ll just be there. “But just think of stepping on shore-And finding it Heaven! Of touching a hand-And finding it God’s! Of breathing new air-And finding it celestial! Of waking up in glory-And finding it home!” Chorus from Finally Home. . . Rid

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  1. Missy

    Miriam,

    I thoroughly enjoyed this post for several reasons. First of all would probably be the fact that I appreciate your writing style and how you relate common things to spiritual things. Secondly, I can completely relate to train rides having been on many of them here. Last but not least, because it reminded me of your visit here. I had completely forgotten about the huge suitcases and the stolen passport, but do remember your visit! I was curious about your destination and the purpose of your trip, so was glad when you wrote about that in other posts. 🙂