They all got up and got ready for the day. A normal day, just like every other day. Some for work, some for school and for them, a bus to ride to get them there. Only for these six people, they will never do these normal everyday things again. They never reached their intended destination. On Wednesday morning, in a blink of an eye, they unexpectedly arrived at their final and eternal destination.
Confirmation of what I surmised was made when I arrived at the bus depot garage a few minutes later. One of our double decker buses, with over 100 people on board, collided with a moving passenger train at that crossing. The train shaved off the very front portion of the bus. Six people were killed, including a colleague of mine. Thirty two seriously injured. Others suffered minor injuries. The rest were not hurt. Not physically anyway. The scene was gruesome.
We gathered up a pile of our 'Are You Ready' gospel tracts and went for a long walk in our neighbourhood. We committed ourselves to handing one out to every single person we saw no matter who or where they were. And that we did as it was a beautiful sunny day and many people were out and about. We began handing out the tracts to people knowing the bus/train accident was on everyone's minds. We spoke with a lot of people, as well, and nobody refused our tracts. Kim also made sure to tag every parked car on the streets with a tract.
As I returned to work for my afternoon shift, I started handing out tracts to fellow bus drivers. Many passengers boarding my bus during the afternoon were kind in offering me their condolences. To everyone who I conversed with regarding the accident, I gave a gospel tract.
I told him that none of the six who died the previous morning knew when they woke up that they only had a few hours left to live. He agreed. I told him that he and I were in the same boat today: we can't guarantee before the day is out that morticians may be taking off the very shoes we put on in the morning. He agreed. I asked him, "Are you ready?" as I handed him a gospel tract. He started to read it and said, "Oh, wow! I think I might need to read this. Thank you so much." The traffic light turned green, I blessed him as he waved and tried to smile.
When I got back to the depot after my morning shift, I began to hand out tracts to fellow drivers again. On the way out, I conversed about the gospel with a supervisor. As I was finishing up with him, a friend of mine, Glen, came up to me and, to my surprise, threw his arms around me and told me how happy he was to see me. His lips were quivering and tears started to stream down from his eyes. He asked me if I would walk him to his car.
As I left the lot and walked my way home, I handed out more gospel tracts to people while death and the suddenness of it was still fresh in their minds.
I thank the Lord for putting it in my heart and Kim's to take advantage of a tragic situation involving our greatest enemy, death, and do whatever we could do to warn others of their impending own; that they might see their need for a Saviour before they die, repent and believe the gospel that they, like us, may be forgiven of their sins once and for all and, with their faith locked in on Christ, be granted eternal life in heaven.
"Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapour that appears for a little while and then vanishes away." - James 4:14