[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.