I see him out there on the tarmac checking the plane for his last flight. He knows there will be a lot of lonely people left behind which is difficult, but difficulties carved him. Soldiering became a part of his life out of which a love for aircraft developed. Then time and God had him flying through the jungles of Brazil as a missionary pilot and, lastly, as a pilot/mechanic in the corporate world. Old age came quickly and now he’s examining that aircraft for the flight home.
In the arms of an angel far away from here. There’s always some reason to feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day. – song by Sarah McLachlan
Luke 16:22
So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom.
The flight home is waiting on the tarmac, old friend.
How about you? Will yours be a good finish?
Give it some thought.
Gary