TRAVELING, ALWAYS TRAVELING

As the South African Airways Flight 172 plane turned and prepared for take-off, I caught a glimpse of the long runway on which we would very soon speed for take-off.  It reminded me of the painting, now in the living room of my home in the States, in which Jesus is standing on the crossbar of a cross lying suspended over a gulf.  His left hand is pointing to the end of the cross which projects into a road leading to Heaven.  His right hand is beckoning us to come.

After two days and nights of traveling from the States, I am now on my final flight of the trip back home to my home in Malawi, Africa – back to work – to beckon people to Jesus – the only Way to Heaven. 

• John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

As we were lost in the clouds, and then as they cleared and I saw houses below becoming smaller and smaller, I thought about the wonderful day coming when He will split the eastern sky and take us up to be with Him forever – and we won’t look down, or back.

Not everyone has earthly travels from continent to continent, as I do and have been doing for many years, but we are all traveling to a final destination.

Are we on the right road, and ready for the final flight?

I wrote the above words in 2011 and have now come to the time of beginning to write about the many experiences God has given me over the years. Some have been almost unbearably heartbreaking, some actually frightening, but also some have been almost overwhelmingly joyful.

I praise God for each and every one as I have traveled my journey with Him and am hopeful that these writings will be of some encouragement, or challenge, to someone else as they also travel through life toward their final destination.

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