The Pilot

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Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he told of one of the most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.
He had been on a long flight from one place to another. 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 he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer 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. Lightening 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 every thing 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 behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
The sweet child replied, “Sir, my Dad is the pilot, and he is 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.
H/t FOTM’s beloved Grouchy Fogie

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  1. REALLY needed to hear this today. Dealing with lots of health problems and pain, as I know many of us on this site are. Thanks FOTM.

  2. And the same applies today. As men worry that the New World Order will enslave all mankind. Remember they tried the same thing long long ago at the tower of Babel and then the Lord intervened as our pilot and changed course by confusing their speech and everyone went their separate way. Be like the little girl who trusts her father the pilot.

  3. Dear Grouchy, I’m always so humbled when someone prays for me. Thank you all so much!

  4. excellent!

  5. God is the pilot… we are the co-pilots…

  6. Like this!

  7. Thinking of all of you and sending prayers your way. I organized and attended a family reunion this weekend so I’ve been busy! Will you include two of my cousins on your prayer list? They are both men in their fifties. One is in a very fragile state after debilitating oral cancer surgery with complications from pneumonia and site infections. The other has leukemia, was in remission for years and now needs to respond to a new treatment regime. One of my cousins, mother to one of the men and aunt to the other, told me to pray at eleven o’clock for eleven minutes. she said it means eternity. Have you heard of that?
    God’s will, nothing more, nothing less, nothing else.

  8. David has oral cancer. Michael has leukemia. Thank you!

    • David. Michael.
      May our merciful and loving Lord Jesus the Christ comfort them and give them strength. He knows our pains. He knows our hurts. He knows our suffering. Because He was one of us, and suffered horribly, more than any one of us can ever suffer, to die for us on that lonely cross on Golgotha….

    • Prayers their way.

  9. Thank you so much. Your prayers, your faith, your support all mean a lot.


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