All Aboard (on our way to meeting the Lord)

Happy Birthday, Jim!A glimpse at his view this morning!(from New Jersey and New York) I wonder how many miles Jim has traveled in 37 years of truck-driving!Today Jim has reached the milestone of 59 years of life!What a blessing, not to be taken for granted! Whether viewed over the hood of a truck or otherwise,the scenery of our lives is as varied and diverse as the journeys,Some reject the Conductor, others revere and love Him, but when we come to the end of life's journey,where one of two eternities awaits; forever with Him or forever separated.With Him= forever joy, life and light/Day.Without Him = forever anguish, death and darkness. Mark 16:16Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. *** All aboard, cries the Conductor as the new-born baby criesAs the first breath births life’s journey of the Soul that never diesFrom He, who our days has written before one has come to beFrom God, the Giver and Taker of fleeting mortalityCourses the measure of moments, tick by tock its torrent flowsForcing the child soon to grapple with the thorns beneath the rose All aboard, cries the Conductor at the portal of sunriseRife with life’s inevitable ups and downs of lows and highsSubtle carousel of seasons spins, and spills what soon is spentMy, how sacred is our answer to He who life’s lease has lentWhere love is His utter reason, while faith musters flying leapsNo passenger is forgotten in the promises He keeps All aboard, cries the Conductor. Only He/God can see the wholeHow near is the final station/Destination where dust is brushed from the SoulThus, we at the faithful mercy of God’s goodness, truth and graceOught to ponder oft the moment when we meet Him face to faceCareful in how we maneuver every hill and hairpin curveFor this is how we will prove who we believe and who we serve All aboard, cries the Conductor, as onto dawn’s car we climbWhere today some will be ushered from This Thoroughfare of TimeThus, we should regard with honor every opportunityTo be loving to each other, fellow travelers are weUntil one by one each swaying, Soul-hinged pendulum is stilledAs each day of grace, prewritten has been offered and fulfilled Hark, across Time's landscape tolls the holy call of, 'all aboard!'On this very sacred passage, on our way to meet the Lord © Janet Martin Psalm 139:14-16I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;your works are wonderful,I know that full well.My frame was not hidden from youwhen I was made in the secret place,when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.Your eyes saw my unformed body;all the days ordained for me were written in your bookbefore one of them came to be. Sometimes when Jim calls mehe is parked at a railway waiting for the train to pass... over the years there's been a lot of this...(exchanging empty thermos and lunch-bag for full)