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 was 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
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