The Crazy Plane Ride to Nowhere
“Somewhere between zero and thirty thousand feet, you look out the window, see the people and houses below and you begin to wonder: where am I going? What am I doing?” I heard that quote from a friend of mine who was describing his life on the road.
Even now, I’m on a plane. There’s turbulence so everyone is buckled in. Some flip newspapers, while others read the magazines in the flap. A few laptops are open even though (curses!) there’s no WiFi. Some doze.
All of us, 143, to be exact, are heading for a destination. There’s a hundred stories, a lot of questions unanswered, and some pressing forward for a sale, a goal, an end.
But that quote rings in my head: where am I going? What am I doing? At 30,000 feet, everything looks a lot smaller below. There’s perspective. Below me, there are millions of stories playing out. We are all part of a much larger divine drama. We exit and enter the stage not of our own cue.
But I realize the story, the journey—what we do between our entrance and exit matters. How well we do between the dots matters. And that perhaps is the better question. How am I going? How am I doing?
Am I taking risk? Am I being a life giver, a blessing, a picture of grace along the way? Am I living well between zero and 30,000 feet?