Thursday, September 2, 2004
My wife was on an airplane flight not long ago, and she was sitting on the isle seat. A mother was sitting next to her in the middle, and a little four-year-old girl, of course the daughter of that Mom, was at the window. She had never flown before, so she wanted to be where she could see everything. So, they taxied out to the runway, and the little girl was kind of looking straight ahead like a little businesswoman. Then the plane went up through the clouds, and it was one of those cloud-covered days. Occasionally the little girl glanced out the window, but when they got above the clouds, oh, then all of a sudden she pressed her nose to the glass. She was looking intently all over, back and forth, and after a few minutes of inspecting the sky, she turned to her Mom and she said with real concern, "Where are they?" And her Mom said, "What are you talking about?" She said, "I can't see them, Mommy. Where are they?" And her Mom said, "Where are what?" She said, "The angels, Mommy, where are the angels?" Poor little girl. She thought she knew where to find spiritual beings, but they weren't where she thought they would be.