It's understandable why most people get butterflies in their stomach when about to fly. Reports of plane crashes abound lately: the Malaysia Airlines that was never recovered; some 250 passengers goen to eternity; the plane that was downed by a crazy assistant pilot, and some others lost into air beyond or sea under.. One can have two choices of attitudes: to fly with fear eating you out, or fly with the kind of courage and prayerful hope that nothing will go wrong, the Lord will take care of you. Or, of course, one can just be nonchalant as the frequent flyer who can snore all through the whole trip and dream of the next international conference that deals with issues from an ivory tower higher than Babel's.
But when you're already up there, thrill will possess you: the excitement of being aloft, 28,000 or more feet above the earth, looking down from the plane's window and seeing the map of the place you're leaving behind, the roofs of houses, moving vehicles, bridges and all. Up. up and away, enveloped in the cloud. your plane completely hidden from the world under and from the view of the folks seeing you off.
Flying is a gamble. You put your life in the hands of the pilot, of the weather and the fitness of that giant carrier that will take you to your destination. But that's how it is in life. You have a destination you need to reach and your journey may be bumpy, what with all that turbulence, but you have no other choice but to depend on the factors mentioned, hopefully, working together in perfect harmony.
If you let fear take the better of you to the point you feel paralyzed, you'll never get anywhere. The truth is it is our Creator you must put your faith in to take care of you and wipe away the cloud of disquietude churning in your stomach. So, fasten your belt, calm down, take a deep breath, the plane is taking off.
