I am on a flight to Tel Aviv, at 37000 feet altitude. The sky is blue right to the horizon. I am enjoying the brightness up here. As I look below I see the snow capped mountains and the cloud filled valleys of the Alps.
Life is all around me inside the aircraft. There are many families with young children on this flight. There were prams and car seats folded beside the stairs as we boarded the aircraft. In the past when Brendan and I took some of our children on holidays we would be the only young family on the flight.
Families are sharing their fruit and sandwichs There is a pleasant waft of freshly peeled orange. Mothers nurse babies. Toddlers are being entertained with stories their mums are reading to them. Women are standing in the isles, stopping to chat with friends. I am thinking this is like a small community on an airoplane. My neighbour says “I have never been on a flight like this, with so much activity.” We quieter folk read a book, do a crossword, Sudoku or write on one’s i Pad.
It is three o’clock, prayer time? It is the time Jesus died on the cross. The men, with their hats on, are standing at the back and front of the aisle. They read from their books of prayers. I am reminded of the the Book of Daniel. He was a governor in Babylon and was one of the Jewish exiles taken there when the temple was destroyed.
He did his job very well and other officials in the King of Babylon’s kingdom were jealous of Daniel. They wanted to get rid of him. The only thing they could hold against him was that he prayed three times a day. He got put in the Den of Lions because he refused to stop praying or bow down to any other God. And his God delivered him.
I think “Do I take God serious enough to talk to him three times a day.” If I love someone who loves me and has blessed me so much in my life, I want to spend time with him. I am going to spend some time now reading from my book of prayers!