There’s something about being 30,000 feet in the air that changes your perspective on life. And I’m not talking about fear of heights or of crash landings.
See, I love flying. I love peering through the window to catch a glimpse of some lonely patch of ground, or fluffy, cotton-like clouds. For this cloud watcher, the sky is always beautiful, whether from in the air or down below.
But what I fail to realize when on the ground is how limited and confined my view really is. I look up and think what I see is so big and far beyond everything.
And yet, what seems like the whole world is, from above, just a spec on the patchwork quilt landscape.
So is life.
Because just at the moment I reach a higher altitude where I can see beyond myself–beyond that feeling of being more knowledgeable, superior, or mature–I realize what a fool I was to think I’d seen and known it all.
What must God’s perspective be like? He doesn’t just have a birds’ eye view, he has a galaxy gaze! What is man that He is mindful of him?!
“Would He devote that sacred head to such a worm as I?”
Who can understand the mind of God? Who can fathom His ways? Man is but a breath.
“For your steadfast love is great above the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens! Let your glory be over all the earth!”
You know what else changes your attitude about flying is when you board that plane with a costly ticket in hand, versus gaining passage through the benevolence of another. Any sense of entitlement is stripped away, and you’re grateful for anything and everything.
You got a middle seat on the back of the plane? Praise the Lord!
You have a long layover to endure? I’m just glad to be on my way home!
You don’t get fast service on drinks or the teeny peanut packet? What’s a little salty snack when this whole trip was provided for!
Compared to when you’ve bought you’re own ticket, rather than demanding prompt service or a convenient flight schedule (“because I paid good money for this”), you’re humbly grateful for everything and willing to put up with anything.
Is this not how we should look at salvation? So unworthy, undeserving are we.
Because of His great love. Rich in mercy. Always faithful.
If we paid any part of our ransom, we would think we’re deserving. That we’re entitled to eternal life in heaven. That we worked hard for that and should get what’s coming to us.
But oh how grateful we are to NOT getting what’s coming, what we deserve! Instead of eternal damnation, we will one day join him in the clouds, and enjoy that galaxy gaze for 10,000 years and then forevermore.
Thank you, Jesus!