Tracks Of Sin

As I stayed at my cousin Donna’s home during my stay in Crosby for dad’s funeral, I was reminded of the train tracks that still run through the middle of town.
The tracks are an indelible part of my life.
When I was 6-years old, Donna and I were out playing on a tank-car, on a side track, when I slipped, fell, and busted open the top of my head.
That required a trip to the ER and stitches.
The trains that ran along those tracks were always an object of fascination with me.
Passenger trains from Houston darted through the middle of the town to destinations unknown at regularly scheduled times every day.
I loved to go out and watch as a man tossed out a mailbag and literally “hooked” another one to take to the next destination, all while the train was flying through town at lightning speed.
Freight trains would rumble through town with hundreds of cars and many times a train traveling the opposite direction would have to pull over to a side track to allow one the other direction to pass through.
I had a great fascination with the rails themselves.
What kid doesn’t like walking the long length of steel and try to keep balance?
Or to place a pennies on the rail and wait for the next train to turn them into paper-thin pieces of copper.
Back in the day, there was a bonus as yellow chunks of sulphur could be found on the side of the tracks; some were big and others were small.
Donna and I would gather up the sulphur into a little pile and strike a match to it.
Sulphur burns quite well and has a horrible odor that burns the nose.
The Bible often references sulphur by another name; brimstone.
Then the LORD rained brimstone and fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, from the LORD out of the heavens. Gen 19:24
Upon the wicked He will rain coals; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. Ps 11:6
The devil, who deceived them, was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone where the beast and the false prophet are. And they will be tormented day and night forever and ever. Rev 20:10
The cowardly, unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death. Rev 21:8
Take my word for it, you and anyone you know doesn’t want to spend eternity in a lake of burning sulphur.
Accept Jesus as your Savior.
Tell your friends and family about Him.

5 thoughts on “Tracks Of Sin

  1. There just is no time to wast. I’ve gotten to where I ask up front, “have you received Christ as your personal Savior?” So far everone I’ve spoken to has. That question saves time and brakes the ice. I’m always delighted when strangers turn friendly. And you know they’re willing to openly praise God once I’ve opened that door.


  2. Nila, the sulphur was being transported via train to destinations unknown. We often found marble sized pieces but I have seen some as big as softballs.


  3. What a small world. I actually grew up in Crosby, Texas until the age of 16 when my family moved to Hemphill, Texas in 1978. I remember playing on those same train tracks that you are talking about. We lived on Kernohan street. For some reason we thought it was neat to put a penny on the track and let it get run over. Later, we would go back and get it and be amazed at how it looked. Crazy amusement. I too know the grief of losing parents. You’re never old enough to be ready for that to happen. However, I can rejoice in knowing that I will see them again one day and what a happy, joyful reunion it will be. A place with no pain, sickness or disease. The most wonderful choir will be singing. A love will engulf and overtake us for eternity, like we have never known on the face of this earth. Weeping only endures for the night, but JOY cometh in the morning. Be encouraged in the Lord. Amen.


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