“Let the whole earth be filled with His glory. Amen and amen. ~Palm 72:19
This morning when I came downstairs, Big Daddy, my grandfather-in-law, was sitting listening to hymns on television. Big Daddy is 92 years old.
I made us both a cup of coffee and joined him in listening to the sweet melodies. The screen showed images of mountains and waterfalls. Valleys and rivers. Young lambs and old bulls. We sat in quiet reflection reading the scriptures as they faded in and out.
After a short while, Big Daddy began to recount the time he had gone to Haiti with a group of other pastors to preach the word of God. I’ve heard the story several times, but this is the blessing of conversing with someone 92. Each time the story reveals new insight.
The crux of the story is that he was presented the opportunity he wanted to turn it down because he was afraid of the unknown. He initially said that as a small town pastor he couldn’t afford such a trip. Another pastor said, “Well good, because I was planning on buying your ticket anyway.” There went that excuse.
“All I could say was ahhhh why he do that? I don’t wanna fly in no plane. I don’t know nothing about no planes and Haiti. I didn’t even really know where that was.”
So the truth comes out. He had never been in a plane. He was 71 years old. He wrestled with his fear of the unknown. Traveling in a plane to a foreign country in his golden years. But God insisted.
He was sitting watching television and a commercial came on with two little children discussing flying in a plane. By the end of the advertisement, the kids had decided it was worth the adventure.
“Oh Lord! The little chirren said they was gone get on that plane. So I figured God had settled it for me. If they could do it I could too.”
Needless to say, Big Daddy got on that plane to answer God’s mission call. He said when the plane got high above the clouds and he looked out the window he saw the glory of God for himself. He experienced in a new way that God was bigger than anything he had known before.
It was his first and last time on an airplane, but he relives it over and over again. He doesn’t have a church anymore. He doesn’t prepare sermons anymore. He reminisces. I just listen and learn.
We ate two tea cakes a piece while we sipped our coffee. Our morning visit was everything God would have desired for us. We shared His goodness. Oh how sweet it is!