“Of all the wonders I have seen it seems most strange that men should fear, knowing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.”
This is one of the earliest quotes I remember from ‘The Valiant’ – a short story. And only recently I was reminded of how fickle humans actually are.
I was on a flight from Lagos to Portharcourt when we hit turbulence. While it was not a full blown, severe turbulence, it was above moderate turbulence: Drinks sloshed everywhere spilling from cups. I was on my knees in the aisle wondering how I got there. The airplane was bucking wildly.
Now, I have been taught that turbulence by itself never dragged an aircraft from the skies, so secure in that knowledge I got up off my knees and went about my business.
But not so my passengers! Between the “I shall not die, but live…” declarations; the speaking in tongues; the “We shall overcome” chants, it was a regular revival service at 32,000ft above mean sea level.
What was more was that at that point I was transported back to the Cross at Calvary with the Saviour hanging there bleeding, but obviously not enough for my passengers as they yelled “Blood of Jesus!!!” causing Him to bleed some more.
I knew they weren’t going to stop until they had bled him white, so imagine my relief when things settled down. I went round checking on the passengers, reassuring them as I went.
Through all this, one passenger – a Whiteman – had sat quietly looking out the window, not making a sound. As I made to pass him he beckoned, when I went to him he asked “What was all that singing and chanting for?”
And when I told him he had only one other thing to say, and it was “What aircraft are they on?”