Going Home

I have gotten some really good emails the past few days so I am going to be sharing them with you all….  here’s one of them.

This is the kind of Faith we all need!
                   
                                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  Seat-Belts. 
                              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 broke .
                               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 like 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.
                                
               The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of  those around him. 
                 He said, "As I looked around  the plane, I could see that nearly all the  passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were  praying.  The future seemed ominous and many  were wondering if they would make it through the  storm.  

                        
         "Then, I 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.                 
          "Sometimes she closed her  eyes, then she would read again; then she would  straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in  her world.
         When  the 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 the adults were scared half to death, that  marvelous child was completely composed and  unafraid." 
                               

The minister could hardly believe  his eyes.                                  
          It was not surprising  therefore, that when the plane finally reached its 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.  Having  commented about the storm and the behavior of the  plane, 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. 

                          Don't worry!
    

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