A funny story that “traveling mercies” really do exist. I was on the high speed French train going from Paris to Geneva. There has been a suicide (sadly, that happens pretty frequently) and the train was delayed an hour leaving Paris. I wasn’t sure if the Bible school director, who was going to pick me up, had received my email warning of the delayed train because the free wifi in the train station was acting very erratic. I was stressed that he would be waiting so long.
Finally, after over an hour delay the train got going. At last we arrived. I got off and hurried off the platform. Once I reached the bottom of the long ramp, a bad feeling came over me. Nothing looked very Swiss. Amid a rush of passengers, I asked a security guard. No, I was in Bellegarde, a French town well before Geneva. I turned around and raced back up to the train platform to see all the doors of the train closed. It was a moment of panic. My cell phone doesn’t work in France. It would be hard to communicate with anyone if I was left behind. I kept tearing down the platform waving. A contrôleur saw me, blew his whistle and kept open one of the doors that was still open further down the train. I leapt in as the doors closed behind me. I made it to the real Geneva. The director had received my email and had just pulled in. Ah, traveling mercies!