Dec 30, 2025
I was slowly, oddly comfortably, moving through a dark- a very dark- tunnel, but not yet at its blackest point. That was imminently ahead. I was tempted to become anxious about where I found myself and thought about joining the many others I saw in the tunnel who were frantically trying to dig and hammer themselves out. They were furiously pummeling the side walls of the tunnel with pick axes, chipping hammers, sledge hammers, hydraulic drills, dynamite, and even their bare hands. They were obviously desperate to force a breakthrough and find a way out. They were covered, bathed head to toe in heavy, coal black dust. They looked like the pictures I’d seen of miners in the 1930’s and 40’s. Drenched in sweat and thick black ash, muck, exhausted and irritated, they pounded away at the walls of the tunnel with all their might. But, the more ferociously they tried to escape the tunnel and its darkness, the less progress they made. All they managed to do was to make a sooty, blinding, suffocating mess. Even worse, they injured bystanders with the projectiles of rock shards that exploding from the walls. They did not care about the harm they were doing. They were thoroughly consumed. Many were obsessed. Some, practically berserk.
I realized that their determined, but misguided efforts were futile and dangerous. We-all of us-, I recognized, were inside of a mountain -which I understood to be the world- and digging sideways would never provide a way to freedom and light. So, I turned my attention to my own immediate surroundings. I was not a part of that frenetic digging crew, nor was I doing any excavation or demolition, but I was moving. Or, at least something I was standing on was moving. I found that curious. And, effortless.
I was standing still, yet gently progressing forward. I couldn’t see my feet, but I could feel them. They were stationary, stable, and yet I was proceeding in a forward direction, like one does on a people mover at the airport. Oh! I’m standing on a moving walkway! Where, I wondered, is this thing going? I looked up, straight ahead, and saw it….a light. It was the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. It was the portal out of the darkness and into the light. Standing in the opening was a figure, and though I could not see his face, I could feel his smile. He was so warm and inviting, so loving, so confident and certain. He was so serene, conveying total awareness of and complete control over what I thought was a dire and desperate situation. He inspired me, encouraged me, allayed my fears, and actually filled me with hope and joy. I temporarily forgot the inky darkness and bitter coldness of the tunnel I was in. I was just transfixed on him and the light he offered. I told the manic miners, “He’s right there, just a bit ahead! Stop all that banging and thrashing about. He’s already prepared a way out. And, he’s built a people mover (which I ‘knew’ was powered by grace and love) and is waiting for us to hop on for the ride.” They ignored me, though, because of all the noise they were making. And, too, they were so intentional about whacking away at the walls and so sure that their feverish efforts would be successful that they had no interest in hearing anything about another way, a different way. I only managed to anger them more than they already were.
THE OPENING:
For just a moment I could see the area beyond the opening, the place or space in the light. (I was still physically in the tunnel, but was given a preview of coming attractions, a glimpse of the area we were moving toward and would soon enter.) It was just beautiful. It was tranquil. It was filled with trees and flowers and lush green grass. There was a leisurely walkway meandering through the beautiful valley. I was quite amazed by the number of butterflies I saw. They were everywhere, as far as the eye could see. They were delightful and quite friendly, comfortable in their surroundings and with my presence. They were playful, actually. (I asked why there were so many butterflies and the silent answer came that they were angels). I felt such peace there. The light was purifying, clear, thoroughly illuminating, but in no way harsh or piercing. It was infilling. The space was so very peaceful that I took a deep breath just to inhale the tranquility into every pore of my body. All the stress of the tunnel was gone. This was a place of rest and goodness and love. I knew it was not the end. It was not heaven. It was a respite, a space, a time and a place yet to come on our continuing journey to our final destination. I breathed a deep sigh of relief.
BACK IN THE TUNNEL
But, that was only a preview of, and a promise of what lay ahead. I needed to understand and manage my present reality and that was the tunnel. So, I looked around me, and what I saw took my breath away. Just off to the sides of the people mover were…… people.
To my right and to my left were so many people! Every tribe, and nation, and language, color, and creed! They were shuffling dejectedly, heads down, moving aimlessly, purposelessly. They were dressed in tattered, soiled clothes with worn out shoes whose soles flopped with every step. They were utterly despondent, but kept creeping along lest they die. They were so very poor and tired. Their eyes were dimmed, their faces drawn by too many deprivations, too much suffering, and too little hope. My heart ached for them.
Those already on the moving walkway, where I was, lovingly extended their arms and reached over the sides of the GPM (God’s People Mover) and began hoisting people onboard. They gently scooped and nudged and lifted the worn and weary mass of humanity beside them up onto the tram. Those who desired to get on, but were too weak to do so, were helped up. Those who still had the strength to jump on the GPM, were eagerly made room for. No one was left behind. No one was abandoned, or ignored, or rejected. In fact, they were the very object of the tram, the purpose for any of us even being on the people mover. And, they were the purpose for its speed. If the mover went too fast, many would be left behind and lost. Too slow and they’d become disillusioned and disbelieving. The speed was precise.
Everyone was welcome. Everyone was invited. Everyone was authorized to ride. Everyone was loved. And, as I stole a glance ahead at the light and the loving figure before me, I could see the figure more clearly. My vision had improved. I saw his smile broaden. I teared up a bit at his approving nod. I knew that he was pleased. I felt his heart swell with love. I knew with certainty what I was to do in this tunnel and for whom I was to do it. I also knew that we were to focus our attention and efforts on those who needed a ride. We would reach the opening. We would come into the light, but not through the works of our own hands, and not on our time frame. Our hands were intended to lift others up. Our focus was to be upon the people beside us who needed our help.
Immediately several insights came to me.
1. Stay on this autowalk. Do not, DO NOT get enticed by the noise and frenzy around you, jump off this people mover, and begin walloping walls. That is not the way out. This moving walkway, filling with people, IS.
2.You will not escape the coming darkness, but on this travelator you will move through it. The way and the exit are already prepared. Movement on this tram does not depend upon effort. It is not a handcar or a pump trolley. It is a Godomated People Mover. Your ticket is trust. The tram is powered by grace. Your motivation is love.
3.Invite others to join you. Or, get off. (I envisioned the way a hen gathers her chicks for safety)
4.You are presently just under halfway to that light ahead.
5.Look around you. There are people all around you stumbling in the darkness. They can’t see where they are going and they are frightened. Help them onto the people conveyor. It will take them and us to him.
6. Pray, then pray more.
7. Love, then love more.
8. Bring everyone you can with you. Love will help you to see them through the darkness, and love will give you the strength to serve them through the challenges..
Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me” (Matt. 25:40)
“What man among you, if he has a hundred sheep and loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one which is lost, [searching] until he finds it? Mt. 18:12
And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones who is my disciple, truly I tell you, that person will certainly not lose their reward.”Matt 10:42
