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Our Faithful Pilot

“Fasten your seat belts and make sure that your seat backs are in the upright position,” announced the flight attendant. Obediently I did so. I’ve been flying as a passenger for forty four years. I could give the announcement. I’ve always felt a little apprehensive about take off and landings. It seems to me that most accidents happened during these two phases of the flight.

I sensed the descending plane as I sat with my eyes closed. I opened just in time to see that we should almost set down on the ground. The wing flaps usually opened wide to slow the plane down on touchdown. However I heard the great engines rev up, not down. We started on a steep climb. I looked out the window We were climbing straight up, and up.

I’ve had enough experience to know that something was drastically wrong. Did the landing gear not come down? Unlikely I thought since we were almost touched down. I waited for the pilot’s voice. I was sure he would have some type of announcement. After we had leveled off the pilot’s calm voice came on the speaker.

“Folks we had to take back off because we had wind pushing us forward at a rapid rate and a plane that hadn’t quite taken off in front of us,” he said in that deadpan, placid pilot’s voice. “A near miss,” excitedly exclaimed my seat mate. I thought how quickly our lives could have changed, or have been snuffed out. However, the quick thinking pilot averted the disaster by a hair second decision.

Isn’t that like God and us.? As we ask God to pilot us He makes the decisions that may divert or avoid disasters in our lives. I couldn’t see out the plane’s front window, the pilot did. As I enter the new year of 2010 can I not trust God more than an earthly pilot that He will guide me safely to my heavenly home? God sees the whole picture and I will trust Him.
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