Click here for nice stories main menu

main menu   |   standard categories   |   authors   |   new stories   |   search   |   links   |   settings   |   author tools

Riding the Hallelujah Train To the End (standard:humor, 901 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Jan 16 2021Views/Reads: 107/53Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The door into the hallelujah train is simply trusting in the Lord.

We had a long, hard week with problems and difficulties that took time
to solve, if they even were solved. It is quite interesting to me that 
when I solve one problem, two other problems appear. I think they're 
all waiting in line. 

In particular, one day was rather difficult and zapped both of us of
energy. I ordered a new desk for my office, and there were so many 
problems getting it delivered that I almost gave up. Along the way the 
desk was damaged and they returned it back to the store without even 
telling us. We had to reorder it all over again and wait for it. But 
then it came. Problem solved. 

That evening the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I sat down after
supper to watch a little TV news and drink our evening coffee. We like 
to get caught up on the news of the day so we know what's happening. 

There is nothing like relaxing after a hard day's work and just getting
a little bit of energy back into the system again, and at our age, that 
takes time of which we have little. 

As we were watching the news, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
sighed very deeply and said, “Why does the news always have to be 

She had a point there. Every story on the news that evening was negative
and left you just a little more depressed than when you started 
watching it. 

We discussed some of the negative news being broadcast. None of it made
sense to either of us. My opinion is simply, if it doesn't make sense 
to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, I'm not going to try to find 
any sense for myself. 

Each story was worse than the one before it. I felt the attitude in the
room was going further south than I wanted it to go. Nothing on the 
news in any way sparked any bit of inspiration in my life. 

For every negative story the news presents, there should be at least
five positive stories that counter the negativity. 

I looked over at my wife, smiled one of my gregarious smiles, and said,
“I'm going to be riding the hallelujah train to the end. You want to 
join me?” 

Looking at me quizzically, she said, “What in the world does that mean?”

I chuckled, and when I got control of my chuckling, “Do you remember
good old uncle Ned?” 

She shook her head and said that she never met him, so she did not know
who I was talking about. 

So I told her the good old uncle Ned story. He was the kind of guy that
if you could discourage him, you were the only person that could do 

He always had such a happy demeanor that when you were depressed, you
just wanted to get around him to give you a little bit of cheer along 
with one of his nonsensical stories. 

Uncle Ned went through trouble in his life, probably more trouble than
the rest of the family knew, but if you talked to him, you wouldn't 
know he had a single trouble in the world. He was the most positive 
person I've ever known. I think he was more positive than Norman 
Vincent Peale. 

When everything was going against him, and it didn't look like there was
any solution to the problem, uncle Ned would say, "I'm just gonna ride 
the hallelujah train to the end." Then he would break into one of his 
infamous hallelujah dances. 

It took me a long time to understand what he meant by that. If there is
anybody who didn't have a reason to be happy, it was uncle Ned. But, 
you would never be able to find anybody happier than uncle Ned. 

Click here to read the rest of this story (36 more lines)

Authors appreciate feedback!
Please write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Godspenman has 572 active stories on this site.
Profile for Godspenman, incl. all stories

stories in "humor"   |   all stories by "Godspenman"  

Nice Stories @, support email: nice at nicestories dot com
Powered by StoryEngine v1.00 © 2000-2020 - Artware Internet Consultancy