They really did not believe that they belonged. Everything was brand new and it showed; it had to be their first experience. The list of things news was endless! They had no idea where the upper cabin was on the Boeing 747; frankly I would think that stairs in a plane would be the first clue however it may not be obvious when you are nervous and uncertain. Climbing the stairs brought a look of total confusion. The individual seem to expect a standard cabin. The business class sleeper seats again brought consternation and confusion. Where was the reserved seat hiding? Once the seat was located with the gentle help of a flight attendant, logistical questions of where to store the luggage, why do you want my coat, will my coat be safe, where do I put my things that I need in flight, should I raise or lower the seat for take-off, where is the light switch (there are two), and is there a possibility of having still water instead of sparkling before take-off all swirled into the equation.
I pitched in where I could, mainly by identifying a free storage bin that was not in the obvious spot. The confusion, the lost sense of belonging, and the wonder of it all was pungent. As much as I wanted to believe that this was never me, it was and still is.
Do I really believe that I am God’s child with full rights to everything He gives? Frankly most of the time I act like I do not think I belong with God! Do I understand that God unconditionally, totally, and completely accepts me just as I am? Do I believe that unmerited mercy and compassion are mine for the acceptance? Can I walk knowing that I am a new creature carrying the promise of full restoration to my potential? Will I express my confidence by walking in trust? Is there hope?
yes, yes, Yes, YEs, YES! We belong. We have places reserved!
“Guilt is banished through love and truth; Fear-of-God deflects evil.” (Proverbs 16.6)
