A friend of mine is graduating from seminary next week. This weekend during class, several of us had a chance to spend time together. On the way home we stopped off to eat and the subject of what we are going to do now that the journey is almost complete came up. It was a sober and somber moment for a couple of us.
For so long, the only “light” was what felt like a train coming down the tunnel. Even now, as I enter finals for this semester, it is as if the rails are vibrating, the ties are moving, and the light of the train is coming ever closer. But, at the end of next week the dust will settle, the coal smell will be gone, and the noise will cease as the train moves off into the distance, only to come back around…one more time.
One more time. Next semester is it. It will be my turn. And each time I think about the Spring, it seems as if the light at the end of the tunnel is…not…a train.
To my friend, “May the Lord, mighty God, bless and keep you forever; grant you peace, perfect peace, courage in every endeavor. Lift up your eyes and see his face, and his grace forever. May the Lord, mighty God, bless you and keep you forever.”
Here’s to a good finish these next two weeks and lots of prayer to go with it. Cheers.
(The picture is from the road on the way home from Florida)