At one hundred and twenty-five miles per hour, British Rail’s first High Speed Train Service began life today in 1976. The first scheduled journey was from London to Bristol and arrived three minutes early - I’m guessing to the relief of all concerned. I don’t share the weakness of some clergy for all things train-related but my wife travels to work that way and on those intermittent occasions
when things don’t move quite as fast as they’re supposed to, I share her frustration. No amount of quiet carriages or wi-fi internet connection will ever make up for the feeling that time spent getting from A to B is time wasted.
Now, I may not persuade many regular inter-city rail passengers that idle moments on their journey are actually heaven-sent opportunities
to be still and to know that God is God. Besides, if prayer becomes something we only squeeze in, as and when we can, the same inevitably becomes true of God Himself. The fact is, if we’re honest, as more and more is available to us, more and more quickly, no form of public or private transport will prove
as rapid or as reliable as we would like it to. So far as most of us are concerned, who ever made time, simply didn’t make enough of it -
at least not for the things that we think are important.
Lord, as the world flashes by through our windows today and as we long already to have arrived at our final destinations, teach us the lesson that in Your holy gift
there is time sufficient for all that truly matters. Amen.