“Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.”
— Hebrews 13:16
My father-in-law was an addict. Now, I don’t intend that to say he snorted cocaine or main-lined heroine. Rather, he was a model railroader. He loved model trains. His basement was filled with tracks, yards, switches, scenery, and everything a kid would ever want to play with in the world of toy trains.
Of course, one would never refer to those cars and engines as “toys”. They were models, and he enjoyed buying kits and putting them together. He would devote hours to working on a car or an engine, installing the trucks, painting them, applying the decals where needed, and anything else he could do to produce as authentic a railroading experience as possible. He wanted things authentic and realistic.
You would never see him race his trains around the track as fast as they could go. He wasn’t into bullet trains (or passenger trains, for that matter). He preferred freight trains. They were the backbone of American commerce, as far as he was concerned. And so he would sit in the basement, build his cars, clean his tracks, and watch his trains crawl up and down inclines, creep slowly through the towns, winding through mountain tunnels and on past farms and ranches in the valley below...