Therefore I also, after I heard of your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints, 16 do not cease to give thanks for you, making mention of you in my prayers: 17 that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, 18 the eyes of your understanding[a] being enlightened; that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, 19 and what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe, according to the working of His mighty power 20 which He worked in Christ when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly places,
Ephesians 1:15-20 (NKJV)
I remember it like it was yesterday. Because it was super close to yesterday. As a matter of fact, it was Friday, August 5th 2016 at around five forty in the early hour of the day.
As a matter of fact, it was the first day of the last year of school for my son. As a matter of fact, it was likely my last first day of Mothering children in high school.
I approached the train with much caution. As I am a cautions person. I approached the train with much caution in the wee hours of the morning.
I approached the train with much caution but I was not alone.
Prior to this train jumping moment I had only heard stories of jumping the train from others who also met the train as an obstacle as well.
As I stood there on this side of the train, my mind replayed all the train jumping stories.
I approached the train with much caution in the wee hours of the morning, but I was not alone.
Underneath, the train on the other side was somebody.
All I could see was their legs as they waited.
All I could see was their legs and the wheels of their bike as I waited.
As they waited, I waited on the other side of a non moving train I waited.
Time was marching on as I waited. I could not view the time on my watch, because my watch was no thing but a broken time piece.
I waited some more.
Then, all of a sudden the person on the other side of the train laid down his bike and navigated it and his body underneath the train to the other side.
As he navigated this feat, I did no thing but listen and watch.
At some point I realized this somebody was a man. All of a sudden, there he stood, man and bike beside me.
A complete stranger.
A man and his bike.
So, I asked him if he were not afraid and he quickly and politely answered no.
He mounted his bike and rode away as if he were afraid of me.
At that moment I felt ashamed.
At that moment I felt ashamed of not trusting the only one who makes all things possible.
Thankfully, I arrived to the train prepared. I carried but one small under the arm purse on this first day of last days.
Standing there alone, I could wait no longer, my watch was broken and the time I knew not.
I stepped back from the train and took one last long lingering look at this non moving train and I decided to jump it.
Since, the train was not moving I decided to do the only thing I knew to get over it.
With my little green purse tucked safely under my arm, I said a prayer as my foot touched what could only be a gas line or a train car connector and I took the first step to jump this mountain of a train.
The second step was easier as was the third and finally the fourth.
When my right foot touched the pavement I began to run all the way to the bus depo.
The vehicle of prayer is the Equalizer
There is only one way to get to Almighty God and His name is Jesus, who is the way, the truth and the light.
The road, the High Way to God is through His one and only son and the vehicle by which one gets there is called prayer.
Our brokenness will not gets us there.
Our rightness will not take us there.
Our bank account will not fund us there. And, friend … might I add our wrongness will not keep us from going there.
But what will get us there and keep us there is being in a right relationship with the one and only.
However, what I stopped by to remind us today is this …
Prayer reminds us of who and whose we are.
Prayer restrains our sinful nature to rely on the one and only great I am.
“The power of prayer is a posture of perspective which penetrates and propels our hearts into proper position with God the Father, Jesus The Son, and The Holy Spirit. The power of prayer is our spiritual ability to squeeze in.”