But stop and think about it.
I'm remember flying home from Atlanta, Georgia, and thinking about believing and trusting. I live about 100 miles in Portland, and my flight goes right across where I live. Usually, in coming home, the airplane flys at above 40,000-foot altitude of most of the flight, but then goes into a long approach descending to PDX the airport in Portland, Oregon. In that descent, we fly across one side of Mount Hood and really it's a spectacular sight if you have a window seat. Looking out this time and thinking to myself the only thing between me and a drop of about 10,000 feet was what at the best would be probably 6 inches of material and yet I had no problem--I enjoyed looking out looking down at the country.
Why? Six inches to the outside that airplane was certain death. I would freeze to death for one thing but if not much earlier than that I would have a long fall in which I would never-never survive I would certainly die. But I still have no problem even in looking out in thinking about it.
Why, because I trusted in that airplane I trusted in the pilot flying the plane. I trusted with my life.
It's a matter of fact that I know anything about the pilot or the airplane. What did I base my trust on?
Before I got on the plane I was in a waiting room that had windows in it but and I could see the airplane from the outside but I certainly didn't examine it. I didn't know what to look for anyway. There are records on the plane and pilot I imagine, but no one does any research like that. Why?
Waiting in that waiting room, the only thing I knew about this airplane and pilot was when they were leaving and when they arriving. I totally trusted in the airplane and pilot.
Why? Obviously, everybody around me in the waiting room was doing the same trusting. Did they have knowledge about the airplane and piloting? Not likely. But we were all willing to be trusting in something we knew nothing about.
"Faith (trusting) is a substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen." HEBREWS 11:1
