In Highland New Guinea, no Papua New Guinea, a British district officer named James Taylor contacted a mountain village, above three thousand feet, whose tribe had never seen any trace of the outside world. It was the 1930s. He described the courage of one villager. One day, on the airstrip hacked from the mountains near his village, this man cut vines and lashed himself to the fuselage of Taylor's airplane shortly before it took off. He explained calmly to his loved ones that, no matter what happened to him, he had to see where it came from.
When it comes to knowing God, how courageous am I? To be honest: not very. I love the idea of living boldly for God; of spending the bulk of my waking hours exploring every facet of my relationship with him. But, I don't. I let pretty much anything - comic books, reality TV shows, coffee, beer, work and many more things trivial and somewhat important - get in the way. Why can't I be courageous enough to lash myself to God's plane to see where it came from - and where it's going?
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maybe because the 747 is real and tangible ... and perhaps because we believe in God purely on faith ... not by sight .. and sometimes i wonder ....
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