The Tram
     by Voni Harris
     5-10-11

     Humiliation.

     That’s what brought Karen to the tram today. The tram was “her” spot whenever life brought her a rough patch, as it was wont to do now and again.

     Kanuk’s tram was a cross between a zip line and the great glass elevator in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. You could walk up the windy mountain road from the shopping area to the hotel, and it was a beautiful, enjoyable walk. But why would you, when you could board the tram, and it would take you ever so slowly up the mountain on the gorge side? You would rise above the soaring spruce trees, where the tram presented you with an eagle’s-eye view of presumptuous way Kanuk Mountain pushed up out of the ocean. Then it would deposit you safely at the hotel five minutes later, refreshed by God’s creation. On a starlit night, the tram ride could steal your breath.

     It was a quiet, cold winter Sunday afternoon, and Karen was glad to be alone. She pushed the button to call the tram and watched it slowly descend. She tried to remember when she and Ed had last taken a tram ride, holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes. It was their last date night, which was…a long time ago.

     The tram finally reached the landing pad where she stood, and she settled herself into the seat facing outwards as the tram groaned back up the mountain.

     She tried again to remember their last date night, but instead all she could picture was Ed standing up in church that very morning. Taking her by the hand with a look of sorrow, he’d gone forward to admit to having an affair. The “other woman” had gone forward, too–separately, thank God! It was a woman with whom she’d sat on church committees.

     Humiliation.

     The spruce trees gently scraped the side of the tram, as if reaching out in sympathy. But sympathy wasn’t what she needed. Direction. Ed’s problems were not hers. She had to deal with her problems. Alone.

You are not alone, Child. The still, small voice was so strong she turned her head to see who said it, though she knew she was alone in the tram.

     The tram reached the top of the spruce trees, and the ocean spread out before her, Kanuk Mountain willfully pushing its head out of the water.

     I put the ocean and the mountain together in this place. I also put you and Ed together.

     She remembered when she gave her heart to Christ, hearing His whisper in her heart. She remembered the same whisper when Ed asked her to marry him.

     The two will become one flesh.

     The truth of that struck her like an arrow. Regardless of what had happened, she and Ed were one flesh. This had not happened to her, it had happened to them, and they would have to solve the problem together.

     You are not alone, Child.

     She bowed her head to do something she hadn’t done since before church.

     She prayed.

     And when she reached the top landing, she knew what she had to do.

The End

Blessings,
Voni

(The story of that Sunday morning in church is here.)

Tomorrow is Word Nerd Wednesday. I’m going to try to sort out another pair of those words we English speakers like to mix up. Maybe it won’t be a Word Nerd Fail like it was last time! Tune in to see!)

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