03 Apr To Dream of Flying
This evening after the sun had gone down the sky was still just a bit light I sat by a lake watching my dog chase the last few frogs of 2002. It was brisk and clear as I looked into the western sky and I saw a light coming toward me. Since we are under the flight path from Chicago to Boston I knew my privacy was to be momentarily invaded by a few hundred people. About three minutes behind them I saw another light and then another and at one point I could see four planes all in a line heading in for the evening. It was rush hour in the sky.
I remember as a child being taken out to the Harrisburg, Pa. airport to see the very first commercial planes that did not have propellers. Wow – how did they stay up? Actually 50 years and a high school and a college physics class later I still marvel when I see a jumbo jet lift off from the earth. Flying has been the dream of men for thousands of years.
Paul speaks of his dream of flying in I Thessalonians 4. He wrote, “For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.” I am going to marvel at that forever.
Roger Bothwell wrote this on October 29, 2002
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