It’s a recurring dream of mine—a nightmare, really. We are all together on this train. It’s called the Church Train.
We’ve traveled the same track for many years. Those who grew up on the Church Train cannot comprehend any other track. After all, we’ve been on this track as long as we can remember. Traveling happily along in the club car—the church club car—we are very comfortable with the way we do things. The pastor and staff serve as stewards, keeping us inspired and happy, attending to our needs with great dedication as we travel this track. On occasion our train pulls into a station. Those of us on the Church Train eagerly invite those standing on the platform to join us. Don’t they see that our train is a happy place to be? We can’t fathom why anyone would refuse a ride in our club car. We’ve done our best to decorate in a way that would be inviting to those outside. Yet, most of them refuse to join us on our train. We don’t really understand why.
Lately, some riders on our train have upset us. They look down the track and say we’re headed for disaster. We haven’t paid them much attention. They say there is a landslide ahead. We are headed for a plunge into destruction, they claim. How strange to hear those on our own train say such things. Surely God would not allow such a thing to happen to the Church Train. Some keep whispering about how we need to build an alternate track that will take us to a different destination. The radicals say we ought to get off the Church Train and move among the people. But, as hard as I try, I can’t get off the train.
It’s a recurring dream of mine—a nightmare, really. We are all together on this train. It’s called the Church Train . . .