WHO IS YOUR PILOT?? (copy & paste)

The priest was on a long flight home after a conference. The first warning of approaching problems came when the ‘Fasten your seat belts’ sign flashed on.

After a while a calm voice said," we shall not be serving beverages as we are expecting a little turbulence." The priest looked around and saw that many of the passengers were looking apprehensive.

Later the voice thru the intercom said,” we are so sorry that we are unable to serve meals ; the turbulence is still ahead of us.”

And then the storm broke.

Later,  the thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments, the plane was tossed around. One moment it was lifted on terrific currents of air, the next it fell as if about to crash.

As the priest looked around, all the passengers looked alarmed - except one little girl. She sat calmly, looking at pictures in a book, oblivious of the turbulence around her. Sometimes she would close her eyes and then she would go back to her book.

The storm blew over.

When the plane landed and the passengers were disembarking , the priest approached the little girl and asked her why she was not afraid like the other passengers. The little girl replied,” because my Daddy is pilot and he’s taking me home”.

There are many storms that buffet us – physical, mental, financial, domestic and other storms that can darken our skies and may throw us into turmoil. Like the little girl, let us always remember:

"Our father is the Pilot. He is in control. He will take us Home."