So I made it to the Cape Town International Airport very early in the
morning, in spite of the miserable weather. I was just excited to be
going back home to my family after several months away studying, but the
weather did not seem to share my jubilation. It was quite so very cold
indeed, and wet as well. Dark clouds hung idly above us, threatening to
thoroughly wet and embarrass anyone who dared say or do anything that
they did not approve. Flying into such blackness was a very fearsome
some thought to me. I had been on planes several times before, but I had
never been on one taking off in such bad weather.
As we were
boarding the plane, dark thoughts started to cross and flood my mind.
"Is it very safe to be on a plane in such weather? What if something bad
happens? Or maybe I should reschedule this?" I quickly countered my own
thoughts: But that would be too costly, and probably unnecessary, I
thought.
I braced for the journey ahead and peered over to the
pilot, now already seated in his cockpit. With his dark glasses, crisp,
well-ironed, extra white shirt and headphones plus mouthpiece strapped
on his head, he looked totally professional. I decided this man was good
at his job and we all, would be very safe, after all. He certainly knew
what he was doing, I silently concluded.
As usual the jet plane
took off with that powerful tug, almost as if it were being pulled along
by another bigger, stronger engine ahead! In no time, we were tearing
into those dark clouds, but no sooner than we had begun, the ride
suddenly became very bumpy! The captain's cool voice came off the
loudspeakers, "Please remain with your seatbelts fastened, we are
experiencing some turbulence." Something inside me was screaming, "Told
you! But you wouldn't listen!" And I was starting to become moody and
angry at the weather...I too, was turning grey... But then something in
the captain's gentle, calm voice told me he had everything under control
and I needed not panic.
The bumpy ride continued for a few more
minutes and I certainly was not comfortable! And looking at the
airplane's wing tip dangling flimsily against the clouds and fierce wind
made the whole experience no better for me.
Suddenly, the plane
broke through! The dark patch of grey cloud was quickly falling behind
and below us as the plane continued its vertical climb. I was greatly
amazed at the sudden change in the weather now. The sun was shining
radiantly and the sky so ever blue! What an amazing transformation, we
were now flying above the clouds!
Then it dawned on me. How often
in life do we find ourselves under the weather? Following and living in
complete subjection to all its dictates? When we are under the cloud,
all we see is the rain and we feel the cold. And it is then, that we
completely forget that high up above the clouds, the sun is
ever-shining, for the clouds are only temporary and are just passing
through. When life's troubles overwhelm us, we forget that God is still
in full control and His majestic light, even though temporarily
obscured, it is ever-shining, and He is constantly directing it at us!
I immediately realized my earlier folly in putting my trust in the
well-shaven pilot and his very clean uniform. Yes, he was the pilot and
we were in his hands, but ultimately out trust should be in God
Almighty. It is only God who is our refuge and strength, the
ever-present help in trouble!
The rest of the flight was nice and
smooth, as I basked in the heavenly glory all around. But as the plane
started its descent as we got closer to Johannesburg, our destination,
we plunged into the dark clouds again! Upon landing, the weather had
flipped again, and it resembled that in Cape Town. But this time my mood
was not affected by the clouds, for I knew that high above, the sun was
still shining.
By:
Amos Musengi,
Cape
Town, South Africa
28 June 2012