I sit here as the train whistle blows and I hear faintly in my heart, “All aboard!”

I have felt a deep shift for a few days. A sudden wind is upon us. “Who will go, He says?”

The war is here. He is enlisting the willing soldiers. We won’t operate as before. The fluff has been removed. Much has been exposed including our own flesh. Our own lack. Our own comforts. Our own masters.

This is not a salvation whistle but a “Report for Duty” call.

The train is boarding and His remnant is being taken to their divine posts.

The whistle is letting us know the train is soon departing.

Will you be on it?