Our Sunday School class has been studying faith recently.
Faith is not the easiest concept to wrap our heads around, since the Bible tells us that faith is
- “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen;”
- that we “live by faith and not by sight” and, finally,
- “what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
I look at faith as our “skin in the game.”
I thought about that on my way to Omaha, Neb., to visit my Dad, a trip I’ve been making for more than 40 years.
I did not know any of the people who built the airplanes that spirited me from State College to Chicago and on to Omaha. I did not know the mechanics who serviced the planes, the flight crews that piloted them or the air traffic controllers who directed them.
I had no idea how many might have been distracted by drug or alcohol issues, relationship or financial problems, health issues or were just having a bad day.
Nonetheless, in order to get where I wanted to go, I put my put my life in their collective hands to take me 1,000 miles in 4 ½ hours at altitudes of 5-7 miles at speeds of 400 mph.
Over the years, I’ve experienced delays and mechanical issues, encountered turbulence along the way and made the trip during the chaos of 9/11.
In every instance (so far), my faith in the unseen faces of countless people has been justified.
Think about all the people we will never see or know who affect every aspect of our lives, from flying cross-country to the food we eat, the water we drink … the list is endless. We rarely give it a second thought.
We exist in a tug-of-war between the seen and the unseen. The most pressing question we have to answer is in whose hands we’ll put our faith in our flight through life.