Are you climbing back on the train?  

I keep feeling like I am in a cartoon and trying to get on the RIGHT train bound for the White House - 

First I climbed aboard the most beautiful Red, White and Blue Train. It felt new, clean and pristine. It was the Thompson Train - I even got to blow the whistle!  - Then it was as if someone forgot to load the coal, for as soon as the steam began to fuel the momentum, it went cold, fizzled and the train pulled into the political graveyard.

So I climbed off, wandered through the train yard trying to find my way to the truth train, the one that would take me to the Promised Land. Then I saw them, the other trains bound for Washington DC, One stood out as the train to take - a lot of money had been spent to refurbish it to make it seem safe - so I climbed onto the Mitt Romney Train. This time I got to meet the engineer and I was impressed, just as I threw my heart over the bar, then as quickly as the train started, he drove his train into the sand pit. A dull thud. Nowhere to go but off the tracks. 

I found out, that many of the other passengers on the Romney train had also been on the Fred train. No we all just walked around in a daze, lost - confused.

Then the engineers of the Fred and Romney trains gathered around a large podium and explained that there was only one more train left and we had better board it, along with them if we really believed in the first train.  They explained that some of us might not like the smell if this train, as it had been down the tracks once before and it still had not been thoroughly washed before this trip. 

We pointed out the other trains, they were much smaller. One was pure white, with a large cross on the side.  The other smaller train had a large arrow that said one way, no compromise.

We noticed another train, still in production, it was amazing. It was the largest of all the trains, it seemed to have everything we wanted to ride the rails - we asked: "would be ready before the trip?" The answer was curt  "there are only two tracks that head to the White House, only one goes all the way, there is no third track that can go all the way".

We would have to wait until 2012 before this train would be ready.

So, reluctantly, we got on board the only train left. The one that Fred and Romney told us to board.  I hide my face behind a mask, I did not want any of the others,, those who I told I would never get on this train, to see me and ridicule me... as the train pulled away from the station, the stench overwhelmed me at first, but somehow, after a few hours I didn't seem to notice the smell anymore. 

Then, I decided to relax and go along for the ride, see where it would lead. I went out on the deck of the train, just to get some fresh air...the scenery of the American landscape brought nostalgia to my mind, I began to believe I was on the Right train. It wasn't perfect, but it was loaded with armament and followed closely by jet fighters, I felt safe. 

Until I saw... him...  the engineer... he was a hot tempered little man, wearing an old military uniform.  He was pulling a lever. Then I noticed the track, it shifted. The train began to turn...seemingly left... but it wasn't a sharp turn... just a gradual sway, it was hardly noticed by most of the other passengers. 

We made a stop in Minneapolis, a big rally before we finished the trip to the White House. 

As I got off the train, I heard a noise, it sounded like a rock concert, and then I saw it...another train. t was Green. It was the biggest train I had ever seen. It was surrounded by a crowd, and they were yelling something about change.  I was afraid of that train. It had a seal on the doors that sent shivers up my spine. The passengers seemed drunk, mesmerized by the engineer. The train was adding cars for the droves of followers that were arriving to ride this historical train. 

Then I turned around and saw the name of the train I had been on and I felt betrayed by Fred and Romney. I felt like I have been punched in the stomach.

The name:   McCain Train.

I think I will walk -- and maybe spend a bit more time in the Lords presence, follow His lead on this journey to the White House.  

I don't think I like trains so much anymore.

I am not one to give up though, so I boarded but hung out in the caboose, keeping to myself, listening in the wings. 

Slowly, I began to understand the meaning of unity. I began to feel the passion to fight for a cause bigger than me again. I began to enjoy the ride, but I was still wearing a mask...

As we pulled into the next station, I was taken by surprise. Our train was maneuvering to hook up to another car.

There was a familiar engine right from my own backyard in Minnesota...  quiet, not too assuming, but good for the long haul. Aplenty was in the driver seat, he waved with a genuine smile, looking like a school boy waiting to be picked for the team.

The Romney engine was there, cleaned up, sand removed from before and now ready to run, if called upon.

There were many others, but the Mccain train passed them all by... 

Then I saw it - it took my breath away...

It was an authentic steam engine!! 

We were told it came from the rugged mountains of Alaska and was picked just for this journey.

  I had never seen anything so beautiful...and it was heading this direction. 

No one expected it.

The passengers began to scream and cry... with tears of joy!

They were hooking the new engine to the McCain train!

She was a beauty!  Her power was invigorating. I had never imagined a train headed for Pennsylvania Ave could move so fast!

It had a roar, yet it was comfortable. Her whistle made music!!

Then it happened, the train shifted, and the crowd roared, it swung to the right and instantly I felt home again.

Riding the rails.

On the Mc-Palin Victory train!