Thoughts from a flight…
Reading a new magazine today, actually called neue, I found myself contemplating what “the Church” means to me. Reading stories about what pleasure really means to followers of Christ, how our own selfish desires of fame or immortality can get mixed up with our pursuit of God and Rob Bell explaining how even us as followers can elevate our thinking.
Descending into Sacramento, I’m wondering how even my own desires have mixed up my thoughts of how we are supposed to live and witness to those around us. What does it mean to witness to someone? Hand them a track and say follow steps 1-4 and you’re gonna go to heaven? Or have a beer, tell stories and laugh with them? But then I wonder how that show’s Christ living in me.. is it the fact that I won’t get drunk, but I’ll enjoy “a fermented drink?” The fact that I’ll laugh at their jokes and stories, but what jokes don’t I laugh at? My work ethic?
This whole time I understand I will never be able to show Christ to everyone I come in contact with, but what if I could? What if just by shaking someone’s hand they knew something was different about me.. is this possible? So many questions with answers that can only come from one source.
Back to the physical, I have to say that I love to fly. I find it fascinating to get so close to the sun, feel the warmth thru the window and stare down at the ground, 35,000 feet below mine. It’s always a refreshing sight to see the while, fluffy looking clouds moving quickly by. Typically I find it peaceful, probably because it’s disconnected and connected. I can design, write, read or converse with those around me, but there’s no urgent needs coming thru via email or a phone call. It’s an odd thing for me on a plane because I can’t sleep, so I have to find things to keep occupied. If I’m completely exhausted I can sleep, but that is a rarity when I travel. I have a feeling I’ll be traveling quite a bit this year and am looking forward to it.
Landing, I’ll write more on the way home.
Flying home now, it’s a little louder of a trip, but a Tiesto podcast fixes that. I seem to end up at windows all the time. Mainly because I like them and I can usually find one on a wing. The newer planes are quieter and I don’t mind the noise. I never sleep anyway. I always like the view as well, so much to see when you’re this high…
I ended up sitting next to a mother and her baby, she can’t be more then 3-6 months old. She is so cute. Great flyer too. Every time I’ve looked over at her she get’s this huge grin and I can’t help but smile back.. you see so much emotion in a child’s face. You know when their sad, frustrated, curious, thinking, excited or joyful. Wonder where we lose that in life…
Flying this high, it seems to always be clear. I wonder how high you have to be before you begin to see the curvature of the Earth.. Cause from my window it seems like it’s there. The layer’s of clouds from up here are something different as well, looking down you see the low lying clouds, the “middle” ones you fly thru and then the ones that are somehow still higher then you are. Soon we’ll be flying between 40,000 and 50,000 and cutting flying time down, but cabins will have to be 100% sealed so it could be awhile. None the less, I can see it happening in my lifetime.
On our descent now, time to wrap this up. I am ready to be home. While just a business trip it was a good experience. Never been on one like this before. Hopefully God opens some doors soon and I can move back into the industry that I enjoy. Time to close the laptop, and this entry. Thanks for reading my random thoughts from a flight. Cheers.
