(June 18, 2018) Robert and Maureen McQuillan share a reflection…
Recently I (Robert) was waiting in the church prayer room for someone I’m counselling to arrive.
As usual midweek I was casually attired, wearing my leather jacket, chinos and, not my Fedora, but my Greek fisherman’s cap. As time was going on I decided to stand relaxedly looking through the room’s large down-to-the-ground windows onto the pleasant garden outside.
A young pastor happened by: Stopping, he commented, ‘For some strange reason, Robert, I had the impression you were casually waiting for a train!’
No, I wasn’t: I was just waiting for someone who wasn’t showing up… and waiting, expecting…
Christians waiting around for that good old gospel train?
Suddenly I had reminiscences of old glory ‘gospel train to heaven’ songs – and lines such as those from David Meece’s Gospel Train that declare ‘All aboard for the gospel train, my seat’s reserved, and my ticket’s paid.’
Then a picture came to me – one of many Christians from different churches waiting at that station called The Church, all confident that they were all right and would definitely be on board when the ‘gospel train to heaven’ eventually came along.