[When the pilot booted my sick wife and me off our flight home,] I wanted to plead my case, but the man in charge was unavailable for comment. He had a 747 to fly…and no time for us. Can you relate? You may feel similar sentiments about the pilot of the universe. God: the too-busy-for-you commander-in-chief, the faceless skipper who passes down nonnegotiable decisions. His universe hums like a Rolls-Royce, but sick passengers never appear on his radar screen. Even worse, you may suspect a vacant captain’s seat. How do we know a hand secures the controls?... Christ weighs in decidedly on this discussion. He escorts passengers to the cockpit, enters 3:16 in the keypad, and unlocks the door on God.
Max Lucado – 3:16
Monday, March 22, 2010
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