It was a bumpy flight. In fact, They didn’t push around the food cart that’s how bumpy it was. They came around and asked if we wanted something but there was what they called turbulence. Turbulence is another word for let’s shake around in a tin can at 30,000 feet and see if we can scare people. It works. It’s a very expensive adventure park ride that doesn’t get off the same place you got on.
The beauty of flying is right outside the window. I marvel that one can get in a can, so to speak that’s what an airplane is, and get off hours away in one piece, still breathing and hug loved ones. That amazes me. The beauty is watching the world go by. There have been times when I could see the ground and follow where we were flying down to knowing that towns we were passing over. There have been times at sunrise or sunset that I marvel at the intense beauty that I can’t explain, in a tin can I can’t figure out and marvel all this to a God I don’t see but feel his presence. Those are a lot of intangible things in one sentence but so very real. Then there are clouds. Yesterday we rode in clouds most of the way. What is a cloud? It is a visible mass of condensed water vapor floating in the air. Yup- that’s Webster definition. Mine would be more like, whitish, cleanish, floaty stuff that resembles cotton balls but are transparent and when you are looking at them they look so cool and when you are flying through them you just go “ahhh”.
God takes a moment in life to wow me with clouds. He does that with babies, snowstorms, Flowers, puppies and the moment a friend calls me. God wows me with things that cannot be explained. I want to understand clouds. I want to touch a cloud. I can’t. God doesn’t seem to think I need to figure things out nearly as much as I do.
I walked on board a tin can. They shut the door held together by screws made by men, I sat in a seat and buckled a seatbelt. Thats probably the second thing I find silly about flying. I am putting my faith in a tin can and yet think the seatbelt will be my safety latch. The other thing I think is foolish is the instructions they give if the plane has an emergency. I struggle to remember my shopping list on a good day on the ground. On a bad day 30,000 feet, when the emergency happens, I will not remember what they told me because I may be slightly freaking out in my tin can with my seat belt on. And in case of a water landing, don’t think I will remember my seat can be used as a flotation device. But I got on the plane made of tin, and got off in a small town and a mountain man picked me up in another tin can with four tired and we drove off into the sunset, or rather the rain. Where is my faith? I trust tin and screws but question the inventor of the clouds and atmosphere? I buckle the seat belt that will do so little to protect me and question my creator if he actually thinks the road he has me walking down is a good idea? I put my faith In Such goofy things,,,and think I am ok. When we pulled out of the clouds I could see Bristol/Johnson city so clearly. It was always there, I just couldn’t see through the condensed vapor. I need to realign my faith in the cloud maker. The creator of condensed vapor knows a lot more about my life then I want to accept some days. I would rather trust in a tin can out together with bolts. How foolish we are….
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