I don’t like to fly commercially. I’m not afraid to fly and if I must I will.

It’s not the flying that bothers me; it’s the screaming, crashing, and burning I don’t think I’d like.

I do like flying in a small plane. I know the outcome could be the same, but at least I wouldn’t hear the screaming as long and it would just be me and a couple other people saying good-bye.

Recently, a friend in our church took me for a plane ride from the Allen Co. airport to Ft. Wayne (and back, no saying good-bye this trip!). We flew to New Haven, Indiana so I could take pictures of the Norfolk Southern rail yard and I had a BIG GOOD TIME!   My friend is an experienced pilot and I wasn’t the least bit nervous. The flight was smooth as silk and it was super cool to fly over the wind turbines near Van Wert.

When we allow God to be the pilot of our lives He takes us to HIS perspectives and vantage points. Our church has been praying for the agricultural families of our region because of the rain last spring where crops either didn’t get planted or were badly damaged. Seeing the damage from the air helped me better understand their loss and stress.

The next time someone needs your understanding and compassion you might put on their shoes and walk a mile, or just think from above what it must look and feel like to them.

Altitude really does influence attitude.

Blessings,

Pastor Mark