Life Flight
Life is like a good airline flight (yes, I am a person that lives in the world of spiritual metaphors). It begins with some intensity, and for the first half it is an amazing rush toward the open sky. There is a sense of power and exhilaration. Everything is new (you never forget your first flight). Your eyes are fixed forward, and for a while you feel like a young god.
After the initial ascent, you settle into noticing the things in the aircraft. The stewardess looks pretty cute. You are young. The smell of the new plastic in the plane reminds you of that sports car you once tried out in high school. Life holds a lot promises and you can hardly wait to get into them.
When the plane reaches cruising altitude, you notice the other passengers a bit more. There is quite a variety of people sitting around you. Your job is to sit still and cooperate with the others that are in the same circumstance. This too is a great life-metaphor lesson on the flight. You gaze out of the window at that wonderful world below; you feel invincible.
Eventually the nose of the plane dips down, the engines are throttled back, and the descent begins. It is a sad sort of feeling at first, but you realize that you are growing tired of the flight. Personally, the nose of my plane has been in the descent mode for several years. It is a little easier. There is a sense of gliding the rest of the way — even though the engines are still working hard. The cup of coffee in the hand of the stewardess looks a little better than the stewardess now. The flight still has a ways to go.
I just hope that when my plane touches down that it is a gentle landing. When the plane eases to the terminal with me in a pine box, I hope the ride is smooth. By all logic, the termination of the life flight is at the terminal — the end. From takeoff to landing, life is a trip. I hear the next flight does not end. It begins with an ascension that does not require engines or wings. I am already looking forward to it. See you there!







