Our Father is the Pilot

[Guest guest]

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. "

 

Then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard

even above the roar of the engines. Lightning 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 daddy is the pilot, and he is taking

me home. "

 

Let us remember:

Our Father is the Pilot. God is in control and taking us home.

 

May God bless you all with such a belief and Faith.