Matthew 10:24-33
“A disciple is not above his teacher, nor a servant above his master. 25 It is enough for the disciple to be like his teacher, and the servant like his master. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebul, how much more will they malign those of his household.
26 “So have no fear of them, for nothing is covered that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known. 27 What I tell you in the dark, say in the light, and what you hear whispered, proclaim on the housetops. 28 And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. 29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. 30 But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. 32 So everyone who acknowledges me before men, I also will acknowledge before my Father who is in heaven, 33 but whoever denies me before men, I also will deny before my Father who is in heaven.
It is a joyous obligation for the Christian to look for blessings in all the situations we can be genuine about. And believe the joy! I horned in on an invitation with a long-time friend who is going to be a pilot. And I discovered after we did several tight loops around our house (rather like water going down a drain) and he stalled the engine (twice).... That I would rather repeatedly throw up on just about anything rather than in my new purse.
Eating chocolate bars before flying in a small plane is a ....... poor idea. The back seat of that plane must have been 130' or warmer. Making the two bottles of water I doused myself with never even dampened my clothes, they were dry, almost immediately. Plus the size of the seat was about the size of a small dish rag. I did ask Killian if it came in adult sizes. But I was the one eating the chocolate. (This is a good time to work it in that I have lost 23 lbs in 10 months.)
When Christians work together towards the joy. There is joy easily. Killian was very concerned with my comfort. I didn't beg or cry to go home. But Killian told me we were headed that way. (Glad I waited until we were at the home portion of the county, at the tail end.) And with the wind, my son and Kilian didn't know barforama did occur. Blessing there. And both young men have astronaut type joy in falling planes and stanch odor stamina. Then Killian landed the plane perfectly as usual. As we landed, Killian very kindly addressed me and asked my advice. And in tandem, we hauled the plane to wash the carpet. And in unison, raided the friendly small (red, white and dignified blue of a patriot) jet owner's kleenex box. And then the whole roll of paper towels from the lady who thought we were burglars. And then the clorox from the instructor who told us it wouldn't bleach the carpet with this type wipe. And then the large container of mechanic paper towel wipes. And of course the bottle of carpet cleaner.
Finally it was funny. Actually I think I began to laugh heartily about the time we landed. (I think it was a survival laugh.) But it felt good.
And we all realized together as the day closed. Hey, I'd taught Killian a new skill for his talent. How to comfort a barfing passenger, not make them feel foolish, encourage team work and get the barfer to clean it up. Win, Win. And I think it was the best thing for me - it was funny instead of horrifying to throw up. A little later. (Oh Killian, I realized today the headphones came in a plastic bag - and uh, yeah, I have your headphones plastic bag in my pristine.... handbag...)
And joy for Killian, his Kiwanis training left the plane in better shape than found. Our appreciation in his supreme gift and skill. God given and appreciated as such!
And joy in finding out, I am invited again after I take emetrol. And he promises not to make the plane lurch backwards and go beep... beep... beep... beep beep beepepbeepepepepeppepe. (No, dude, it is Not remotely like a roller coaster.)
Joy for me in finding out how incredibly Beautiful our county is. Last year's drought still looks bad from the roads, but from the sky,,,, you see how we really, really, really are part of the Surviving Pine Forest stretching from South East Texas to the Pacific Ocean. Planned, beautiful and on-going.
How utterly vast the sky is. Beautiful with the early twilight.
To realize the blessing of flight. A different perspective on the world. Like God walks beside you. Knowing hundreds of generations Never Experienced Flight. And we Get To.
Thank You GOD, for the blessing of perspective and flight. Thank YOU, Father God for the utter and overwhelming Beauty of Your Creation. How fabulous to see the beginning and ending of the day with that Perspective of YOURS.
Remembering my dad and grandfather for the unique men they were, how they loved to fly. The pristine cleanliness and order of the mechanics of the buildings and the precision of the science it takes to create flight. Creating an awareness of the journey we are on. And the flight from this world to the next.
The joy in the trust at a small, private airport instead of the suspicion of everyone. Nostalgia for the days when going to the airport - to fly - meant dressing up for an event of safety and adventure.
Utter Beauty. My Thanks, FATHER GOD. My thanks. Jesus the LORD.
Psalm 19:1-2, 14
A psalm of David.
1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
Ephesians 3:18-19
may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, 19 and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
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