By:
M. Lucado
Three
passengers share a row of seats in an airplane. As the plane is taxiing for
takeoff, their conversation turns to the topic of the airplane pilot.
Stunningly,
passenger “A” doesn’t believe one exists. “No one flies the plane. We are
guided by a computer system in the terminal. This plane is an occupied
drone. Why should I believe otherwise? The cockpit door is closed. Who
can know? There is no pilot.”
Passenger
“B” disagrees. “Oh, there is a pilot. Someone sits at the controls of the
plane. But, once we take off, he takes a nap. He gets the plane in the air and
then goes to sleep.”
The
third passenger is shocked by what she hears. “You don’t know what you are
talking about. First, there is a pilot. Second, the pilot is alert, competent
and kind. I know; he is my husband. He is seasoned and sensitive and has every
intention of a successful flight. We are in good hands.”
Three
passengers. Three opinions. A plane with no pilot. A plane with a disengaged
pilot. A plane with a seasoned and concerned pilot. Fast forward a few minutes.
Turbulence shakes the plane like popcorn in a paper bag. Will the three
passengers experience the flight in the same way? Of the three travelers, which
is most prone to stay calm?
Nothing
is more important than the right view of God. Nothing. I’ve seen the wealthy
and highly educated crumple like cowards at the face of death. I’ve seen the
simple and humble take their final breath with a smile and a song. The
difference? They knew the Pilot.
You
need to know the heart of the pilot. That is why the story of Jesus is in the
Bible. He is the only picture of God ever taken. To know Jesus, is to know God.
To know God is to know: this flight gets bumpy, but the Pilot? He knows how to
get us home.
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