My wife and I claim our seats and wait for the boarding call. We’re leaving Florida sun to find warmth in the heart of a Minnesota winter – the warmth of life; a new grandson.
Normally small talk is what happens here. But rolling tears changes everything.
“Headin’ back to cold country?” I figured I’d break the ice.
Sniff. Deep breath. “He’s…was 29. I’m going home to help my daughter and the kids – three of them.”
We landed. We went our way – she went hers.
Our flights were the same. Same airport; same departure gate; same landing strip; same baggage claim; but our destinations were worlds apart. We were flying high excited to celebrate life. She was hovering toward a mournful death. We were moving toward a beginning she was headed to an ending. Soon she would shed tears of pain and we would shed tears of joy.
But maybe we’re not that far apart; us and her; me and you. Maybe the only thing that separates us is time. Maybe next time – should we meet again, she’ll be flying high and we’ll be carrying the load.
We share this flight together, you and I. We’re all headed to the same landing strip…Death. The only difference that separates one from the other is what’s on the other side. Will the destination be Eternal Life or eternal damnation? One word decides. It’s stamped on the ticket. The ticket is our heart. It’s written in blood; the blood of God’s Son.
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