A metaphor: If you ever get lost, remember the guidance of the Heavenly Father, and slip into safety…
There was once a train track that went through a tunnel. The tunnel was by a summit, surrounded by green, lovely hills. When people walked and spoke in the tunnel, it echoed. They were not allowed to walk through it, though. But if they walked through it, they were in danger of a fatal collision if they collided with a train.
One morning, some girls got together and climbed the grassy hills, some of them reached for the top, others preferred an easy climb. Some girls stopped, picked daisies, and threw dirt and stones at boys. Mothers tried to keep an eye on their children, but kids were tempted to go in the tunnel. The mystery was alluring and Sandy rushed into the tunnel. The others were so involved with playing that they did not notice.
As Sandy stood at the tunnel’s entrance, she saw the light at the end. But as she ran towards the middle, the tunnel became darker and darker like an eclipse of the moon. In pitch black, she heard a train was coming. Sandy heard it and shivered. She thought she should have listened to her Mum who told her again and again, “Don’t go into the tunnel!”
Dad had told her about the manholes, like the good voice of the Heavenly Father, guiding to the right course. “Just slip into the manhole if a train comes,” said Dad. The train closed in as Sandy ran. She saw a cut-out in the tunnel’s wall, which fitted two people. This was the manhole. She slipped into it and waited. The train seemed to take a long time to pass, but it did pass her by like a strong gust of wind. She took a large breath, relieved she survived a close shave. Her father came running and hugged her, relieved she was okay.