The Directions Were Wrong
Adapted by Ron Carlson, Reprinted from: Moody Monthly, February, 1983
The doubleheader train was bucking a heavy snowstorm as its steam engines pulled it west.
A woman with a baby wanted to leave the train at one of the little stations along the route.
She repeatedly called, "Don't forget me!" to the brakeman responsible to call out the stations they approached. Her husband was to meet her.
The train slowed to a stop, and a fellow traveler said, "Here's your station." She hopped from the train into the storm. The train moved on again.
Forty-five minutes later, the brakeman came in. "Where's the woman?"
"She got off at the last stop," the traveler said.
"Then she got off to her death," the brakeman responded. "We stopped only because there was something the matter with the engine."
They called for volunteers to go back and search for the woman and child. When they found her hours later, not far from the track where they stopped, she was covered with ice and snow. The little boy was protected on her breast. She had followed the man's directions, but they were wrong&md;dead wrong.
Paul declares Christ is the one Mediator between man and God. Peter emphasizes there is no other name given under heaven whereby we must be saved.
The Lord Jesus Christ is our only Authority. His blood has made atonement for our sin. Only He can tell us how to reach our final destination. Depend on the One who has experienced death and provided redemption for you, the One who will walk with you through the valley of the shadow of death.
