stephen Jeffries
On my recent trip
back home to Indiana from California, I was in the air on Southwest Airlines at
the approximate time I should have been sitting in a church pew. Because I was the last one on the plane. I
sat in the far back behind the wing and for once I had no neighbors fighting
for my armrest and leg room. As soon as
I sat down by the window I was amazed how bright and sunny it was as we flew
over the beautiful California terrain. I was again in awe at the patchwork of
beauty that we call earth. The fields, the mountains , the scattered bodies of
water, remined me once again that I am blessed, we are blessed and the earth is
a blessed place to be.
It was a glorious sunlite day as we skimmed above the
smattering white clouds. Above the clouds I was facinated with the shadows cast
down by the clouds. I have flown many times but don't recall seeing this.
I ordered a cranberry with vodka as a special treat. I
don't normaly drink liquour in the morning and especially never on Sunday. Communion?? Hummmm??
Suddenly the pilot came across the intercom and almost
yelled for the flight attendants to find a seat immediately. I could sense a bit of fear in the voice and
soon the plane began to wobble and shake like a logwagon.
As I continued to look out the window at the beautiful
day, I was perplexed but more astonded that I felt not fear. Even as the nose
of the plane began to point down a little I did not feel fear. My first though
as I smiled out the window was will Joyce be able to survive on what little life
insurance I have. I was carrying home a check from working in California. I
wondered if Bloomsters would rewrite that check for Joyce. Oh yes I even
questioned if Joyce would get back the five dollars I spent on the drink I did
not receive.
Now was this weird. Maybe but I had no white knucles
holding on to the seat. Was it the beautiful time I had in California or the fact that I continue to
realize how bless I am to have family and friends that I care about. I do know
that in that moment I had absolutely no control of what would happen and I was
ok with that.
The plane rattled for a long time but it did finally
subside and the pilot admitted it was current from the Sierra Range that had
unexpectly caught him off guard and caused the hovoc.
It was a perfect flight after that and yes I
finally got my vodka . As I drank a little and ate a bite of cream cheese
danish I remembered.....and I praised and I worshiped and after all is'nt that what
"communion" is all about.
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