When we lived in Pennsylvania, I often took a back road shortcut to church. One winter evening the boys and I headed out for our usual Wednesday night pilgrimage. I made the time saving right turn onto the poorly paved road traveling just above the speed limit.
It was pitch dark outside, but just ahead I noticed something strange. From a distance, it looked like a little pink glow in the road. I was curious, but not alarmed. As I got closer I began to slow down, more out of curiosity than anything else. Something was definitely in the road ahead. What could it be? I did not think it would be a good idea to drive over the object, even though it was small, so I continued to slow down. The road was deserted. No headlights were approaching behind me, and I could not see any oncoming traffic. I wanted to get a better look.
Now at a complete stop, my gaze drifted up from the small pink flare only to see that a train was crossing the track! I had traveled on the road many times. I never slowed down for the railroad track or even gave it a thought. In the daytime you could see for miles, and I never saw a train on the tracks or coming on the horizon. I assumed the tracks were no longer used, just a relic from the past.
The train slowly passed and we went about our business, but I was haunted by the possibilities. The little flare had saved three lives.
In Matthew 5:14 Jesus says to his disciples, “You are the light of the world”. Even a little light has the potential to make a huge difference in a dark world.
Thanks for listening!