God’s Front Door

I glanced across the aisle and jumped. He was sitting in the seat opposite me. I noticed He had His seat belt on. â??Thatâ??s funny,â?? I said, â??Youâ??ve got Your seat belt fastened.â?? â??Itâ??s good to obey the rules,â?? He said. â??I hate flying.â?? I said. â??Better than riding a donkey,â?? He remarked. â??And safer!â?? â??Weâ??re so high up,â?? I said looking apprehensively out of the window. â??Youâ??re nearer The Front Door up here,â?? He responded cheerfully. Then I was really nervous! â??Lord, itâ??s not that I donâ??t want to live with You forever, itâ??s just. . . just. . . â?? He didnâ??t help me out. â??Itâ??s just â?? I wasnâ??t expecting it to be today,â?? I finished lamely. He laughed again and the plane gave a lurch and a bump and another bump and I reached across the aisle and caught hold of His hand. â??This is fun,â?? He said cheerfully. â??So much better than a donkey.â??

Briscoe, Jill