If you’re ever in a Cessna 150 or 172, and the pilot/co-pilot become disabled due to an emergency, I’m you’re “go-to” guy… er, girl! Well, not in a 150 – it’s a two-seater. If both the pilot and co-pilot are out of commission, well, you’re out of luck because you’re one or the other…and there’s no room for me!
Who in their right mind allows a person who is “two sheets to the wind” take a written examination for a pilot’s license? You might as well turn a child loose on a rifle range as to give a drunk a pilot’s license. When I showed up at the Flight Service Station to take the three-hour test, I could barely walk. I’d blacked out the night before and woke up in time to run a brush through my hair and drive to the testing site.
I completed the examination in forty-five minutes.
When I handed my test to the woman at the front desk, she said, “You have another couple of hours to complete the test,” her face soft with compassion.
“Thanks, but I don’t need more time. Bye!” I slurred, and drove home.
A few weeks later, my test results arrived – a 96%! Go figure.
Shortly after that, I got pregnant and my flying career was over, but thirty-five years later I remember most of what I learned. I could land your airplane in an emergency!
I always thought I’d get back to flying again, but alas, it was not meant to be.
There’s a bumper sticker I see from time to time that reads: “God is my Co-pilot.” I feel sorry for the person if that’s how they really run their life. Having tried out the pilot’s seat – as well as the co-pilot’s and navigator’s, spiritually speaking, I’ve decided that I don’t even want to be in the cockpit.
Giving up the title, “Pilot,” and the prestige that went with believing I was in control was very hard. Giving up second in command was equally difficult. Moving out of the cockpit all together…hmm…that took great courage. From the passenger section I can’t even see where we’re going, but have to trust the Flight Crew.
The more I study Jesus, the more I realize that this is exactly what He is asking me to do…become a “flight attendant.” As such, my job is to serve others, and let the Pilot, Co-Pilot, and Navigator worry about getting everyone on board to our destination.
Without continual input from the “Flight Service Station,” I must rely on communication from my Pilot to know when the air is going to become unstable so I can be prepared.
My focus is those who have been given into my care. I must pass out cups of cold water and little bags with eight peanuts in them…something to give a bit of sustenance during their flight. Depending on the time of day, sometimes it is my responsibility to feed them.
There will be times when I must be kind and courteous to the impatient, the self-centered, and the drunk. I’m expected to roll up my sleeves and clean up messes others make…and their barf, too. It’s part of the calling of a flight attendant!
I don’t ever want to take a plane where the flight attendants are inaccessible because they’re trying to take over the cockpit.
And I don’t want to fly through life with my work undone because I’m trying to tell God how to get me home!