God Loves You When He’s Correcting You!
The train chugged its way through Indiana at twenty-four miles per hour. Now, that doesn’t seem like a terrible speed. That is, until you take into account how long it takes to stop a 6,200-ton train … and what lay upon the tracks ahead. “That’s a baby!” yelled Robert Mohr, the attentive conductor. The engineer, Rodney Lindley, had thought it was a small dog, but the thatch of blonde hair and the colorful clothes made it all clear. Emily Marshall, a child of nineteen months, was playing...