This past month I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Europe with my family. Our European holiday was a delightful adventure filled with cobblestone streets, massive cathedrals, captivating art, and leisurely lunches al fresco. As our trip came to a close, I was ready to return home and re-engage with the productivity of work.
I settled in my seat and clicked my belt. My final flight until I would be home, jetlagged and a little disoriented, the hour and a half trip couldn’t pass quick enough. Our flight had been delayed already and passengers were anxious to get in the air…and then it came, the dreaded announcement over the speaker, “this is your captain speaking we are delayed due to in climate weather. The airport is shut down currently, no flights going out or coming in.” So we waited.
6 hours later, we were still waiting.
At first it appeared to be the best social experiment or Punk’d prank, I kept thinking to myself “all I can do is laugh.” The captain would tell the flight attendants to prepare for departure, we’d all buckle up and get settled, and 3 minutes later the captain would announce that we were preparing for arrival and not departing. This happened about 7 times.
So imagine, 6 hours later with 200 plus tired, hungry, frustrated passengers – most had abandoned their filters and all of us lost our emotional regulation to a degree. There was crying, yelling, and a hotbed of rudeness.
After I disembarked the plane, I made a b-line to try and find accommodations for my ragged, jetlagged self. I chatted cordially with two women as I waited in line at the customer service desk, we empathized with each other over the evening’s events and discussed our hope of arriving at our final destinations. One woman was pushing the other in a wheelchair and I made the assumption that the women were mother and daughter. I was corrected by the older woman in the wheelchair, “oh no, this…is my angel. I am traveling alone and the two of us happen to sit across the aisle. She’s trying to get us a hotel room and has been so helpful.” With tears in her eyes the elder woman finished, “I don’t know what I would have done without her. She’s my angel.”
In the past month the heaviness and reality of life has made itself known in the lives of many of my friends: unexpected illnesses, mental health crises, death, divorce, addiction, and the list continues. And everyone is vehemently sharing their opinions on social media about decisions being made by our government. Isis is threatening our country and the lives of my brothers and sisters. Our world feels bleak, just look at your social media.
We truly live in a fallen world – something that has been historically stated since the beginning of sin. Every generation consistently seems to think that their time in history is the worst the world has seen. This consistency yields a spirit unrest, fear, and ambiguity in each generation.
We serve a consistent and sovereign God, unchanged across generations. What I love about our faithful God is that he blesses his people with glimmers of hope, the gift of his character revealed among the bitterness of life. Like the angel on flight 2448.