Flying Faith

I hate to fly. I don’t have a phobia about it. I just hate it. I had a friend – who knows how much I hate flying – say to me “Well, Nancy, I know that because you are such a strong Christian, if the plane goes down, you will have your hand on the shoulder of the man next to you asking him if he has a personal relationship with Jesus.”

I stared at her for a moment.  ”Well, yes,” I thought to myself, “I will have my hand on his shoulder and my elbow in his face and my knee in his groin as I fight to get the last oxygen mask…so I can share about the Lord…if that’s what you mean…”

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