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We can spend a lot of time talking about the Lord's return and when it will happen, but all the arguments are mute in light of one single fact. When we breath our last breath, we have entered the realm of the second coming, not because the Lord returned,
but because our fate is sealed.
The following is a fictional account of a real event. Its intention is to help us realize our frailty and the fact that we don't necessarily have four score years to live.
It started as every other business day did. He boarded the plane, stowed his luggage, pulled out a newspaper and ignored the safety instructions. He had heard them all a hundred times before. He knew them by heart.
"Ah, the Yankees won again. That's good." He always starts with the sports pages. Then he turns to the daily grind of the world around him and looks at the headlines on the front page. Nothing of interest there. On to the financial section and finishing with the stock market report.
Just another day in the life of a man who flies from Boston to Los Angeles two times a week.
She fusses a bit and momma reaches into the car seat to return the pacifier to her daughter's mouth. "I sure hope this flight is smooth all the way. It is rough on little Suzie," she thinks.
Her flight is called and she heads to the pre-boarding area. That's one of the good things about flying with an infant -- loading first.
Neither passenger has any idea that today is his or her last. How are they to know that one or more of the passengers has no intention of ever reaching the distant California coast?
The plane taxis to the end of the runway and accelerates to "rotate" speed. The thumping roar of the wheels against cracked cement fades as the plane leaves the runway.
"California here I come" rings through the heads of more than one passenger
In a few moments the sleek jet reaches cruising altitude and levels off.
A movement behind indicates a man is headed to the forward "john."
But he doesn't stop.
The first class flight attendant asks him to return to his seat. He pushes her aside.
Fear shows briefly in her face.
A quick kick opens the door between passenger and cockpit compartments.
The pilot turns to see what the interruption to his well-oiled routine might be.
A sting in the neck and he realizes his plane has been hijacked and he is dying.
A final glance reveals that the co-pilot suffers the same fate.
Still, behind the first class seats, few know that their lives are about to change.
Their destination is no longer LA but NY -- New York City.
A sudden bank to the left brings them to attention.
The businessman drops his newspaper. The mother tries to stifle the start of her heart.
The baby is asleep and it would not be well if she woke.
A short while later, the plane descends to near roof top level.
Not the way you want to see New York.
There is no sound of the flaps adjusting to the down position --
No thud as the wheels lock for landing...
Just the sound of engines revving up as the plane skims downtown Manhattan.
Then silence.
None of the passengers woke up this morning thinking this would be the last day of his life.
Not one was a bit worried about wills, and insurance, and making up with the "little woman."
Plenty of time for that...Is there plenty of time? These folk thought so.
They were wrong.
Plenty of time for you to change your mind and accept Jesus as your Savior?
Sure -- perhaps -- maybe -- maybe not.
You really don't know, do you?Amen and Amen.Never miss an opportunity to let God know
how much He means to you..
Be sure that people can see how much
God means to you..
Never miss an opportunity to tell your friends and loved ones how much they mean to you..
We never know when "Tomorrow" may be Too Late...