Come Fly With Me

Have you watched the birds, and the soaring eagles, and sometimes thought, "How
wonderful to be able to soar above the grime and slime and weariness of this old world, and see life from a different perspective."

A good friend gave me lessons years ago, and I finally did the big "solo" thing. "I could fly!...but I couldn't afford financially to continue, so I haven't done much since."

John Gillespie Magee, Jr. in "High Flight" said it so well:

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter‑silvered wings;
Sun-ward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun‑split clouds‑‑and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of‑‑wheeled and soared and
swung...
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high un-trespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

I'm not an angel, but the Bible tells me that I was made "just a bit lower than the angels". I may not have wings yet, but the potential is there.

This world is my home, but it is not my only home, and there is another dimension to this flat existence. A lot of my life is lived with my nose to the grindstone, and that's where it has to be much of the time. Nobody promised me a rose garden. But one of these days, I'm goin' to fly!

And Sunday after Sunday, I practice the process...of loving, and giving, and forgiving, and
caring, and lifting my eyes to Him who can deliver me from this bondage of death, until with Jesus, I can fly.Our Faith has regular "Fly‑ins". Our Lord invites you and me to take the ground course, and "lift‑off" is possible, whenever we need Him, and whenever we cry out in desperation.

Come fly with the Lord Jesus. Here is the only air‑line that can give you an eternal guarantee.