I want to continue with another thought about the train that travels through Crosby.
Before the day of the modern diesel engine there was the steam locomotive.
I remember dad telling the story of being a young boy lying in bed and hearing the steam whistle on the locomotive as it traveled through the night.
He described it as a lonesome sound; I can only imagine.
Today’s train engines do not have a lonesome sound of a steam whistle.
Instead it has the blare of that air-horn.
I know that very well since it screamed its way through Crosby at 502am.
Needless to say, it awakened us with a jolt.
Donna said it comes through every day at that time, which is great for those mornings the alarm doesn’t go off.
I can only imagine that it is an aggravating inconvenience to many people, especially further up the road towards Dayton and all those sleepy travelers staying in the Best Western.
For the followers of Christ, the command is given; Blow the trumpet in Zion, And sound an alarm in My holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble; For the day of the LORD is coming, For it is at hand: Joel 2:1
I have been “blowing the trumpet” and “sounding the alarm” for many years; to some, I am an aggravating inconvenience, a party pooper and wet blanket on their fun.
But just as the train horn is sounded to warn motorists and pedestrians about the danger, so you and I must be a loud horn to the world; a warning of the danger to come and the redemption offered through Jesus!