Inspiration on the Train
This morning, riding the Metra, I was looking out the window at the line that ran alongside the train. From my angle, the sunlight reflected off the tops of the tracks. Not a singular glint, but two bright reflections that actually seemed to be traveling down the tracks.
I was struck by a comforting thought: no matter how fast or far from home I went, a small bit of light seemed to be working hard to keep pace with me, every step of the way. This notion made me feel, however briefly, special. Protected. Optimistic.
No wonder religion is so popular. People who believe in God must feel like this all the time.