I'm right now between two scheduled plane trips. I've just returned from GLORIOUS Denver (pictures to follow!), and next Tuesday I'm headed down to South Carolina to visit my sister.
I have a conflicted relationship with airplanes. While I'm enormously grateful for the speed and relative reliability with which I can simply cross the world (!!!!), I'm thoroughly aware that at every moment we are breaking the laws of gravity. Not just breaking the laws, though--laughing at them. Aware that they are ever and always at work, but content to allow the Navier-Stokes equations to get in the way.
So when I started to freak out on the way to Denver and Zach, my nice neighbor and a frequent air-traveler, tried to console me by saying that "the worst case scenario, Nicole, is that we land," I vehemently disagreed. Worst case scenario: we crash. That is a possibility. That can happen. It DOES happen.
Louis Black tells my story perfectly.
We are allowed to participate in the miracle of flight! Perhaps this is reading too much into my situation and fear, but I think a very Christian response is to at all times recognize the immense strides man has had to take to even understand the laws of nature, never mind supersede them with our scientific feats.
And that reality is even more believable when sitting five rows behind the pilot in nose-dive positioning. MERCY.
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