By Robert J. Hastings
TUCKED AWAY in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision in which we see ourselveson a long journey that spans an entire continent. We're traveling by train and, from the windows, we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways, of children waving atcrossings, of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of rowupon row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines andvillage halls.
But uppermost in our conscious minds is our final destination--for at a certain hour and on agiven day, our train will finally pull into the Station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bandsplaying. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So restlessly, wepace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the Station.
"Yes, when we reach the Station, that will be it!" we promise ourselves. "When we're eighteen. . . win that promotion. . . put the last kid through college. . . buy that 450SL Mercedes-Benz. . . have a nest egg for retirement!"From that day on we will all live happily ever after.
Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no Station in this life, no one earthlyplace to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The Station is an illusion--itconstantly outdistances us. Yesterday's a memory, tomorrow's a dream. Yesterday belongs to ahistory, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday's a fading sunset, tomorrow's a faint sunrise. Onlytoday is there light enough to love and live.
So, gently close the door on yesterday and throw the key away. It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad, but rather regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret andfear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24, "This isthe day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb moremountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot oftener.Eat more ice cream. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as wego along. The Station will come soon enough.