Never Abandoned

Read: Hebrews 13:5-6

Daniel tightened his helmet and straddled his all-terrain vehicle.

“The gas tanks are full,” his older brother Tim shouted over the engine roar. “Let’s tear up the trails.”

Daniel kick-started his engine and revved the motor. “Oh yeah. I have a need for speed.”

“Follow me,” Tim called. He hit the gas, spinning the tires and shooting dirt and gravel everywhere.

They steered their ATVs onto the old freight train route, which had long been abandoned. The wood ties and steel rails had been removed years ago, leaving miles of continuous trails. After several miles, they entered a secluded clearing with a dozen old abandoned train cabooses nearly hidden from view. They both skidded to a stop, cut their engines, and pulled off their helmets.

“It looks like a caboose graveyard,” Daniel said.

Tim nodded. “Let’s explore.”

They set their helmets on the ATVs and cautiously walked toward the cabooses.

“You think there’s anything—or anyone—living inside them?” Daniel asked.

“We’ll know in a minute,” Tim said. “The first caboose has a broken door. Let’s go inside.”

Tim pushed the door. It creaked as it opened, sounding like a haunted house. “This is so cool,” he said.