I’d be bold enough to assume that most pilots have faith in God. How could they not? They get front row seats to the most breathtaking sunrises, sunsets, and incredible views of the world beyond us. As I stare out of my window of aisle 33, the moon is on my side, and the sky is blanketed with bright stars. I can’t help but get teary-eyed thinking about the miraculous awe-factor of God. The God who spoke the universe into existence, the God who formed man out of dust, the God who so loved the world that he died for the humanity occupying it.
“Cabin crew, prepare for take off. Our Father in Heaven, hallowed be your name…”