I took this photograph flying somewhere between Nebraska and Colorado. I was catching a flight in Denver back to Atlanta after an awesome week of pheasant hunting. I’ve flown many times, always being sure that I get a peak at the tiny world below. Every time I look down it’s like looking at a model train layout. It almost doesn’t look real. When you get over the cities, the little cars look micro machines (if you remember those). I haven’t been able to help thinking on any given flight, “I bet this is what God sees.” Hmm. But on second thought, that kind of thinking may just be part of the crisis of faith for so many.
14 And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth. —John 1
God is close. Really close. So close that he put on skin in order to live just as we live. That…is awesome. He knows what it is like. Not only did he make us, every part of us, but he’s walked as we have walked—played, ran, worked, sweated, slept. Then, after he ascended into heaven, his presence came to be with us—in us, with us, for us, around us. The Holy Spirit doesn’t miss a beat and journeys with every step of the way.
The next time you get in a plane, remember that God sees things like that, but not all the time. He’s close. Really close.