A pastor had been
on a long flight between church conferences...
The first warning of the
approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed
on: Fasten Your
Then, after a
while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the
beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence.
Please be sure your seat
belt is fastened."
As the pastor
looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the
passengers were becoming apprehensive.
Later, the voice on
the intercom said, "We are so sorry that we are
unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is
still ahead of us."
And then the storm
The ominous cracks
of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the
engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within
moments that great plane was as a cork tossed around on a
celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on
terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were
about to crash.
confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those
He said, "As I
looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the
were upset and alarmed.
Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many
were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant
nothing to her...
She had tucked her feet
beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was
reading a book and
everything within her small world was calm and orderly.
she closed her eyes, then she would read again;
then she would
straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world.
plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when
it lurched this
way and that, as it rose
and fell with frightening severity, when all
were scared half to
death, that marvelous child was completely composed and
The minister could
hardly believe his eyes.
It was not
surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached
destination and all the
passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor
lingered to speak to the
girl whom he had watched for such a long time.
commented about the storm and the behavior of the
he asked why she had not
been afraid. The child replied,
"Cause my Daddy’s
the pilot, and he's taking me home."
There are many
kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental,
financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and
quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently
uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times,
and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at
rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being
tossed about a darkened sky.
Let us remember:
Our Father is the Pilot.
He is in control and
taking us home.