Scoutmaster Minute—The Station

November 15, 2009

Denver Union Station

Hidden away in our mind’s eye is an idyllic vision.  We see ourselves on a long trip spanning the continent.  We are traveling by train.  Through the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways; city skylines and village halls; children waving at a crossing; cattle grazing on a distant hillside; smoke pouring out of a power plant; row upon row of corn and wheat; expanses of flatland giving way to rolling hillsides, mountains, and valleys.

But most prominent in our minds is the final destination.  On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into “the station”.  Bands will be playing and flags will be waving.  Once we get there many wonderful things will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.  How restlessly we pace the aisles, cursing the minutes for loitering—waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.

“When we reach the station, that will be it!” we say.  “When I’m 18!” “When I finish college!” “When I can buy a new Mercedes!” “When I retire, I will live happily ever after!”

Sooner or later we must realize there is no station, no specific place to arrive at once and for all.  The true joy of life is the trip.  The station is only a dream.  It constantly outdistances us.

“Relish the moment!” is a good thought, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24:  “This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”  It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad.  It is the regrets over yesterday and the fears of tomorrow.  Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.

So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.  Instead, climb the mountains and swim the rivers, watch more sunsets and less TV;  laugh more, cry less.  Life must be lived as long as we go along.  The station comes soon enough.

 

(adapted from pp.13-14 in BSA Troop Program Resources)

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