It is easy to be cavalier
I read this question in a book today: How many souls are on board? Air traffic controllers ask pilots this when they are radioed and informed that an emergency landing is imminent. Life or death, this is the question...how many could potentially die from the plane crashing? What is at stake is far more valuable than just a life, it is the soul that is counted in these circumstances. Is this an anachronism, an old fashioned expression in a modernized world? I mean believing in souls, in God, in life after death is rather dated or rather outdated, is it not? I heard a great line recently, "atheism does not take away pain, it takes away hope." It is easy to be cavalier about our existence, reject God and his rightful place in our lives when we are well, have our lives in clock like spot on working order but when we don't, when we feel out of control and without recourse, a way out, God becomes a great emergency air traffic controller.
A miraculous plane landing
I watched the movie Sully today. Shortly after having read the question in the top line of this piece, I heard this reference to souls in the film. This fascinated me, the message first received via written word and then repeated on a television screen with actors, replaying the events of a miraculous plane landing on the Hudson River. The pilot in the film was the last to leave the aircraft. He searched the sinking plane, calling out to any who may have still been on it. He had urgency when he arrived on shore, his first question was for a head count, the number of 155: he wanted confirmation that all passengers on his plane were still alive. He was the Captain, it was his duty and he did his job well, fully responsible for each one that had entrusted him with their lives on that plane. Fully responsible.
You are alive and reading this
Life, and death; you are alive and reading this. If you were dead, my guess is that we would not be here together, me pouring out my thoughts and you reading them? No brainer, is that what I heard you say? Obviously, is that something else that came to you? If I may be so bold dear reader, this is a serious matter, this life and death stuff, because you and I just don't know when it may be our time to be plucked, without consult, from this life and world.
I like the question above, about souls on board. It has a sweetest to it, a tender caring attached. To save a life from destruction must have our greatest focus, wouldn't you agree dear one? God imbues us with his ways. As wholesome humans, we naturally display love and concern for one another, bodily, emotionally, spiritually. A soul in pain is painful to witness and death causes great suffering for the left behind. I end with these questions:
Is God your Captain? Does he pilot your life? Do you trust him in times of emergency, turbulence? Are you grateful when the flight is smooth, lulling you into trust filled sleep? Is your soul counted as one that belongs to him? Are you on board with him? Do you have hope? Do you have hope in h
im to save your soul?
I read this question in a book today: How many souls are on board? Air traffic controllers ask pilots this when they are radioed and informed that an emergency landing is imminent. Life or death, this is the question...how many could potentially die from the plane crashing? What is at stake is far more valuable than just a life, it is the soul that is counted in these circumstances. Is this an anachronism, an old fashioned expression in a modernized world? I mean believing in souls, in God, in life after death is rather dated or rather outdated, is it not? I heard a great line recently, "atheism does not take away pain, it takes away hope." It is easy to be cavalier about our existence, reject God and his rightful place in our lives when we are well, have our lives in clock like spot on working order but when we don't, when we feel out of control and without recourse, a way out, God becomes a great emergency air traffic controller.
A miraculous plane landing
I watched the movie Sully today. Shortly after having read the question in the top line of this piece, I heard this reference to souls in the film. This fascinated me, the message first received via written word and then repeated on a television screen with actors, replaying the events of a miraculous plane landing on the Hudson River. The pilot in the film was the last to leave the aircraft. He searched the sinking plane, calling out to any who may have still been on it. He had urgency when he arrived on shore, his first question was for a head count, the number of 155: he wanted confirmation that all passengers on his plane were still alive. He was the Captain, it was his duty and he did his job well, fully responsible for each one that had entrusted him with their lives on that plane. Fully responsible.
You are alive and reading this
Life, and death; you are alive and reading this. If you were dead, my guess is that we would not be here together, me pouring out my thoughts and you reading them? No brainer, is that what I heard you say? Obviously, is that something else that came to you? If I may be so bold dear reader, this is a serious matter, this life and death stuff, because you and I just don't know when it may be our time to be plucked, without consult, from this life and world.
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| Is God your Captain? |
Is God your Captain? Does he pilot your life? Do you trust him in times of emergency, turbulence? Are you grateful when the flight is smooth, lulling you into trust filled sleep? Is your soul counted as one that belongs to him? Are you on board with him? Do you have hope? Do you have hope in h
im to save your soul?
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