Rolling through the Deer Lodge Valley in Powell County, MT, the transcon gets ever closer to the major roundhouses and yard at Deer Lodge itself. Near Morel it continues its westbound, straight as an arrow shot through the big skies that lie between Montana's western mountain ranges. The Rockies behind, the Bitterroots ahead and nothing but endless skies above.
These skies bring the hope of a warm spring day, the sunshine that accompanies a Chinook wind, and the storms that blow snow and rains horizontal. They are skies of hope and skies of dread, skies of light and skies of darkness all played out on a canvas that can never be well described. Decades have passed since the orange and black rolled beneath these very skies. Though different with every passing moment, they yet appear timeless as the world of men changes beneath them.
Near the old transcon a single room building rests in a valley field. Surrounded by rusted barbwire fencing with whitewash fading and windows boarded, it is weatherbeaten and drifting through different ages alongside the old railroad nearby. An inscription above the boarded up door reads "The Lord's House." Built for generations passed, pointing back instead of forward, the invitation to come and know Him feels ever humbling and without pretense as time and weather take its toll on the small building. The mountains and skies overwatch the scene and leave the travelers like me, those who have come this way, with little excuse .
1) Romans 1:20. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood from His workmanship, so that men are without excuse.