Some men remind me of a poor immigrant who was discovered walking on the tracks of a railroad walking on the tracks of a railroad in New Jersey. On his back he carried a huge bulk and as he trudged on, tired and halk, he resembled Bunyan's pilgrim with his burden. In passing a station an agent ordered him off the track, reminding him he was liable to arrest for tresspassing. The man demurred and produced a railroad ticket good for passage from Jersey City to Scranton. The agent looked at him in amazement, and asked why he was walking when he might ride.
The stranger replied that he thought the ticket gave him on the privilege of walking over the road. His right was explained to him, and the tired man with delight boarded the first train for his destination.
Surely the angels must look with wonderment at the thousands who trudge along, anxious and careworn, bearing life's burdens without Divine help and future hope.
Ah, how many of God's children, through distrust and disbelief, fail to "possess their possessions!"
- Author Unknown
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