Empty Airports
When life puts us in an unexpected holding pattern, we can trust that God is present and working—even when all we can see is an empty concourse and a flashing DELAYED sign.
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When life puts us in an unexpected holding pattern, we can trust that God is present and working—even when all we can see is an empty concourse and a flashing DELAYED sign.
I am sitting at my airline gate. I have been waiting here since the Peloponnesian Wars. I am people-watching because there is nothing else to do while I wait for my plane. The main person I am watching is a guy in the seating area. He is maybe mid-80s. With him are six children. He appears to be the sole adult in their company. There are no other grownups with him.
The airport was slammed. We checked in at the kiosk. Checked our luggage. Then stood in a four-mile line so that TSA agents could fondle us. Then we rushed to our terminal, hauling our baggage, just in time for…Our flight to be delayed.