If you read my last post about me being a wild child, you read that, when I was a teenager, my friend talked me into skipping Sunday night church to walk down the street to the drugstore.
That same friend and I decided to go downtown one day and the only way we could get there was to ride the bus. I had never ridden the bus before. We got there safely and enjoyed whatever it was we did. And then it was time to go home.
When the bus came, it was crowded and the only two seats available were separated. I sat in front of the second door (at back of the bus) while my friend sat somewhere behind me.
The bus would stop. Doors would open. People would get on. Doors would close. The bus would stop. Doors would open. People would get off, departing to their designated destination. Doors would close.
Then, at one stop, my friend tapped me on the shoulder and said this was where we get off. She got off and got home safely.
Silly me! For some unknown reason, I thought she was kidding. And I didn’t get off. I just sat there.
After a while, I turned around to look and saw that my friend was gone. I had no idea where to get off. I had no idea where I was!
Now what do I do? Besides being scared. I certainly didn’t know.
People kept getting off. And I just sat there.
Finally, I was the last person on the bus. And the bus came to a final stop. The driver said, “This is the end of the line.”
Uh-oh! Panic set in. Really scared now.
I remember telling the driver what happened and he told me what to do, but I have no recollection of what happened after that.
Even though I was on the wrong path, somehow I got home safely.
This memory has been roaming around in this ol’ noggin for over a week. Puzzled as to why, I asked the Lord if there was some meaning in it.
This is what the Lord showed me…
As we ride this vehicle of decision through life, doors will open and doors will close. Each one leads to some kind of opportunity, whether for our loss or for our gain. With our backs to the door, we will make a poor decision.
There are two final destination points at the end of the line of life. And we all have the choice of which one will be at the end of our journey: heaven or hell.
Deciding the right path is essential. We stay on the route to that terminal end, or we can get off and get Home safely. If we don’t choose to get off this one-way trip to the pit of fiery torment, our final resting place won’t be so restful.
There will not be a get-home-safe transfer at the end of this busline. Don’t reach the end and find you no longer have an option to get off at the designated destination. However, you can always make it Home before that last door closes.
May your ride be smooth, your doors of opportunity be many, and your designated destination end in heaven.
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