A boy, just about to enter his teens, sat contentedly in the coach of a train traveling through the dry belt in the West. It was a miserably hot day, but always he showed a smiling countenance.
Others complained of the heat and the dust. Some found fault with the equipment of the railroad. Most of the passengers seemed out of sorts. It surely was not very comfortable, and traveling was tiresome and uninteresting.
The boy, however, with a contentment which, it could be seen, had its source far beneath the surface, seemed to be enjoying the dried-out country, which to others had become monotonous.
An inquisitive motherly soul in the seat behind the boy was wondering what made the little fellow so cheerful. When she could curb her curiosity no longer, she leaned forward and asked, “Sonny, aren’t you tired of this heat?”
“Yes, ma’am, I am a little tired. But I don’t mind it much.” The lady was about to ask why, when he finished his sentence, “Because, my daddy is going to meet me when we get to Winnipeg.”
What a beautiful philosophy! Our Father will be waiting for us also at the end of the journey. The road is rough at times; life seems almost unbearable. There are trials, troubles, heartaches, burdens, disappointments. But what of it? Our Father is at the journey’s end, waiting to welcome us!
What a beautiful philosophy! Our Father will be waiting for us also at the end of the journey. The road is rough at times; life seems almost unbearable. There are trials, troubles, heartaches, burdens, disappointments. But what of it? Our Father is at the journey’s end, waiting to welcome us!
—By C. L. Paddock, Signs of the Times
