A preacher had been on a long flight between gospel meetings.
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 the preacher looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive.
Later, the voice on the intercom 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. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, & 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 preacher confessed that he shared the discomfort & fear of those around him.
He said, “As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the
passengers were upset & alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous & 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 & everything within her small world was calm & orderly.
“Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry & fear were not in her world.
When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it lurched this
way & that, as it rose & fell with frightening severity, when all the
adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed & unafraid.”
The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its
destination & all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our preacher
lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.
Having commented about the storm & the behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The child replied, “Cause my Daddy’s the pilot, & he’s taking me home.”
There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial,
domestic, & many other storms can easily & quickly darken our skies & throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times, & let us be honest & 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 and taking us home. Don’t worry!
— Unknown
