This short story came to mind the other day, on Labor Day, when I found myself stopped at a crossing with a coal train passing by. It was inspired by a similar moment 24 years ago, which gave rise to what would become my Christmas Eve message in 1998. So, after cobbling a few images together, here it is after all these years: a reverie masquerading as a narrative sermon, inspired by a coal train.
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