The Common Good
A funny thing happened to or with me this morning during the 11 O'clock hour. During the few moments that I was watering our lemon tree, a train went back. This was the Amtrak and not the commercial cargo locomotive. For the most part, I had always thought upon the trainline behind my property as an annoyance and not an asset. But today, for reasons unknown to me, I was forced to acknowledge my selfishness, the variety that does not always focus upon the common good.
With regards to the sound of trains out back, at one time my prayer would have been, "O Lord, deliver me from the pain of the trains. O Lord, what was I thinking when I bought a home within two football fields from a trainline?
But this morning as I watered the plum and lemon trees, the flowers and the Rose of Sharon, I was not so inclined. As I listened to the sound of the train making her way down the east bound railway line, it dawned on me that I was without the usual whine.
I then, in a moment, refrained from my usual way of thinking and saw the trains as rolling wheels of commerce and many tons of economic activity. There were seeds for the sower and food for the hungry. There were oil tankers, logging cars, and automobiles. Today, I heard the infrequent sounds of horns as safety measures, and found that the rumbling of loaded boxcars behind the protected sound barriers was not so annoying.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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