"Lift Off" Can Happen

I've watched the birds, and I've thought, "How nice to soar above the world...to fly!" John Magee, the poet has written:

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter‑silvered wings;...
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.

What really is my place in this old world. I'm not an angel, but I'd sure like to fly. I'm not an angel, but the Bible tells me that I was made just a little bit lower than the angels. And yet, my destiny seems to be to "plow" the earth, to "cultivate" it, to bring a rich harvest from it. And my Lord calls me to be a binder of wounds. My task is to be a servant. I belong on this earth. I've been given a task here. I can't live in a pretend world of "Cloud 9".

But there are times when my hands get so dirty, and my knees get so weary, and my head so dizzy. And there are times when the grime of it, and the slime of it, and the weariness of it, makes me feel like I am shackled to this earth...a prisoner in clay.

But then comes the beautiful revelation, that as a human being, I have two sides to my being. I am not a stick‑person, with a flat life on a flat board. There is another dimension. I was meant to "look up". There is height, there is breadth, and length and depth. Sometimes, we can "mount up with wings as eagles, and we can walk, and not faint." We can fly. We can fly, with God, and we can soar above the sinfulness of this world. We can live on a higher plane.

Much of my life is keeping my nose to the grindstone. And that is where it must be a good share of the time. Nobody promised me a rose garden. But one of these days, I'm goin' to fly! And day after day, I practice the process...of loving, and giving, and forgiving, and caring...of lifting my eyes to Him who can deliver me from this bondage of death.

Many people attempt to escape this world with drugs. They get freaked out, and Hell is just around the corner. But our Lord was a macho man, strong, brave, commanding thousands of people. He was tough, but oh, so gentle. And he taught his disciples to fly.

Christianity's "Fly‑in" is sponsored by Jesus Christ, and He is inviting each of us to take the "ground course". "Lift‑off" is available. Come fly with the Lord Jesus. His is the only air‑line that gives an eternal guarantee.