Over the years, I’ve spent a lot of my life sitting in aeroplanes. I’ve done so much travelling, that once or twice I’ve been upgraded to business class, but the vast majority of my flying hours have been spent in the cramped seats at the back of the plane.
For me, the height of luxury is to find myself in an empty row, so that I can spread myself out over two or three seats. On a night flight, you can get a pretty good kip lying along a row – better than sleeping in one seat anyway. It is a rotten feeling when you hope you’ve got an empty row and the very last passenger to board the flight comes and sits next to you. I often find myself thinking far from Christian thoughts about the poor unfortunate person who just happens to have been assigned the seat next to mine.
I’m not the only one who hates it when their empty row vanishes at the last minute. The same thing happened to Jamie – but her unwelcome companion turned out to be a stripper. Jamie blogged on her experiences in one of the best and most profound blog posts I’ve read in years.
God is jealous for us to turn away from the distractions of this world and turn toward him. He’s jealous for us to let go of the false identities we hold onto so tightly, and to align ourselves with Him. He’s jealous for us to relinquish the things we allow to define our worth, and grab tightly to our value in Him.
Our God is jealous for her… and for you… and for me…
And did I mention that the post is hilarious?