In faith, even wrong is right

A man had been on a long flight. The first

warning of the approaching problems

came when the sign on the airplane

flashed on: 'Fasten your seat belts'. Then, after

a while, a calm voice said, “We shall not be

serving the beverages at this time as we are

expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure

your seat belt is fastened.”

As he looked around the aircraft, it became

obvious that many of the passengers were

becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the

announcer said, “We are so sorry that we are

unable to serve the meal at this time. The

turbulence is still ahead of us.”

And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks

of thunder could be heard even above the roar of

the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening

skies and within moments that great plane was

like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean.

One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific

currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were

about to crash.

The man shared the discomfort and fear of those

around him. As he looked around the plane,

he could see that nearly all the passengers

were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.

The future seemed ominous and many were

wondering if they would make it through the

storm. And then, he suddenly saw a girl to

whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked

her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and

was reading a book. Everything within her

small world was calm and orderly.

Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would

read again; then she would straighten her legs,

but worry and fear were not in her world.

When the plane was being buffeted by the

terrible storm, when it lurched this way and

that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity,

when all the adults were scared half to death,

that marvellous child was completely composed

and unafraid.

The man could hardly believe his eyes. It was

not surprising therefore, that when the plane

finally reached its destination and all the

passengers were hurrying to disembark, he

lingered to speak to the girl whom he had

watched for such a long time. Having

commented about the storm and behaviour of

the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.

The sweet child replied: “Sir, my Dad is the pilot

and I was sure he will take me home.