Our son graduated this weekend. He is headed toward a career in the sky, helping people get where they want to go. His two brothers and John came to celebrate with him and his wife, and were excited to get a turn in the clouds.
The process has been long and at
times grueling. There were moments when I wished the regulations for pilots were not so stringent, and then I remembered. We are talking about an airborn container for humans that asends to 30,000 feet. By all means, take your time.
It has been fascinating to hear about those tangential topics that were covered in his classes. Laws about airspace, fuel efficiency,
different kinds of planes, physics, and the math of weight vs lift. Micah has been more motivated than most of his cohort, and his focus reflects that. A couple of professors let him help teach. His next step is becoming a Certified Flight Instructor, to teach the basics to beginners. After he acrues enough hours, his dream can take off.
Sometimes I wonder about
occupations in the afterlife. It is hard to comprehend what jobs will make sense, and give joy to those performing them. While I think that heavenly transportation will be on the edge of miraculous, I believe that there is a place for pilots. Those adventurous souls who have mastered spiritual flight will gladly ferry others to beautiful destinations. I for one lean into the tourguide scenario, rather than finding my own way. Ascending to higher elevation corresponds to loftier understanding,
and I feel sure that there will be angels who find that irresistible. They will lift others into greater perception, not to show off, but so that their passengers can revel in the view.
"For as the heavens are high above the earth,
So great
is His mercy toward those who fear Him." Psalm 103