I had a dream last night. I was at a church and everyone was singing praise songs. There were some people there who were bored and didn’t want to be there. They were talking and asking among themselves why all the fuss about Jesus?
I began to speak to one of them. I spoke with conviction and with as much sincerity as I could muster (in my dream). I said (paraphrased because I can’t remember the exact words)…
Imagine you find yourself in a court of law. You are on trial for breaking numerous laws all of which carry the death penalty. Your defense attorney is there and tells you that there isn’t much hope of winning the case because all the evidence is iron-clad. You are guilty of breaking these laws. Your defense attorney goes on to say that there is really only one option at this point. He approaches the judge and asks to take the penalty that you deserve and further asks the judge to set you free. The judge agrees.
THAT is why we love Jesus because THAT is what He did for us. He didn’t have to, He WANTED to. It was the only way we could be saved.
Then I woke up.
My blog asks, “Can a man fly AND love Jesus? You’d better believe it!” And know you know why. And I plead with you… believe it.
You call it Easter, I call it Resurrection Day. We all celebrate Christmas as the be-all end-all day in the Christian faith but I believe it should be Resurrection Day. The day my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ defeated death. He paid the price for our sins once and for all. If we believe that He died for our sins then all our sins are forgiven. This sounds like mythical nonsense to the unbeliever, but to those who believe, it is our guarantee of our salvation. Our guarantee of eternal life in the presence of our heavenly Father.
Okay, sermon over, pass the collection plates.
So how did we celebrate this Resurrection Day weekend? Well Saturday morning I headed out to New Jerusalem and took a nice long flight in my powered parachute. I didn’t take any video or pictures of the flight because sometimes I like to just live in the moment and enjoy it for myself. I was joined by a powered paraglider pilot friend. Always good to have company.
I flew around the San Joaquin river between Highway 132 and the City of Tracy here in California’s vast Central Valley. The engine purred without any hiccup or flaw during the whole flight. I kept my RPMs right at about 5400 RPM. This put me in a slow climb. I flew around for about 40 minutes enjoying the butter smooth air. ZERO turbulence. I made my way back to New Jerusalem airport. Made one pass over the field to check my windsock and then set up to land. I made a slow power-on approach and let my machine drift as far down the runway as it wanted to. I wanted to make this landing a smooth one and I wasn’t disappointed. I held in just a bit of brake pressure on the parachute and smoothly applied full brake just as the wheels were touching down. I killed the engine and kept kicking the break pedals and the chute fell down behind me. Perfect. My PPG friend took another flight and I paused to watch a while before leaving.
I packed up and headed home to pick up Cristy so we could head up to Jack and Myrna’s place in the foothills, Red Hills Ranch. This has become a tradition for Cristy and I. On the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter/Resurrection Day they hold a potluck for family and friends. When I had my airplane we would fly in but now we drive up. Much easier on Cristy.
So here’s something for people who know about flowers. I know nothing about them. So if you do, can you help me identify these? They are EVERYWHERE up at Jack and Myrna’s ranch.
That’s it for the flowers. Would love some help identifying them.
We enjoyed our time up with the Moyle’s. We’re always treated like family. Can’t wait to visit again.
Sunday morning we all got up and went to sunrise service then later in the morning we picked up our son and brought him to the 11:30am service. Cristy made ham, potatoes, and green beans and for dessert, apple cobbler!
All in all a wonderful weekend and a wonderful way to celebrate our Savior’s victory. I hope your weekend was as good or better.
Sorry but I do feel the need to brag for a moment. I have the most wonderful, talented, sweet daughter in the world. I know all dads say that but in my case, it’s far truer than all the other dads in the world. It just is. More importantly, she has a wonderful relationship with Jesus Christ. So allow me to brag just a bit more here in my blog space. This is what you get when you stick with something even though it drives you crazy and you sometimes want to give up. I’ve always encouraged her to stick with it and I’m so glad she did.
Because… this is the result. No sheet music. It’s all from her head.
Good Friday. What’s so good about it? It is the day my Savior and King Jesus Christ, Son of God finished His work of salvation. Fully man and fully God, He knew no sin, yet became sin for us. He fulfilled every requirement of the Law for us now and forever.
The day after tomorrow we celebrate the greatest victory in history: Resurrection Day! The day death was defeated. Because death could not hold Him, death cannot hold us!
This is not the post I wanted to write today. I lost a very good friend today. Leon was a huge part of our airport community and a very dear friend. He always had a way of looking for the positives in a negative situation. He has helped or offered to help me numerous times and was always there at the airport to talk to about my flying, life, and above all, Christ.
Leon was out flying his Challenger II airplane this morning when he collided with his own pickup truck upon landing and, tragically, died. I would like to say that he died doing what he loved, but that would be overly trite and cliche. What I will say instead is that he lived a full life. A life of adventure and love and fellowship. I take great comfort knowing that he is now more alive than he has ever been.
One aspect I didn’t bring up in yesterday’s blog posting was the adventure getting to and from Lincoln Regional Airport to view the P3 Lite. With all the rain we’ve had in California this year we’ve got some pretty severe localized flooding. Traffic going north bound on I-5 was heavy and slow between Twin Cities Road and Elk Grove. There were no accidents, everyone was slowing down to look at this:
At least the roadways were clear. Coming home was a different story. Google took me out in a different direction than it brought me in. I thought that would be fine because I’d miss traffic taking the back roads. It was not all that fine:
Luckily the deepest water I had to drive through was only about a foot deep. What I didn’t like about it was that it was moving water, not standing water. Providentially I, and the car in front of me, made it through the several sections of flooded roadway we had to pass. These folks could sure you your prayers if your the praying kind.
I have a bad habit of hanging on to calendars so I can see what I did over the past few years. I was looking at last year’s calendar tonight. Last January my son had just moved out to the first of three group homes he lived in. My wife was just getting over the flu. I was still planning to live full-time on the road and finding a way to get my employer to buy off on my hair-brained scheme.
The plan was to travel from data center to data center, hitting all our properties on the way to or from. I had meticulously planned routes to RV parks and campgrounds closest to our business properties. My job at the time was pretty much location independent. However, management being what it is, they always wanted us to be somewhere so it’s pretty unlikely they would have bought off on this plan. I was still blissfully unaware of the plans management had for us. I was still driving an hour to our corporate headquarters to plan to bond two core switches together. Happily, my time with my employer came to an end before I had to do that work. I was wondering why my boss wasn’t pushing me to move faster on that project. Now I know why, I would never have been able to complete it before the transition happened.
There’s no moral to this story. No point really. Just reminiscing while looking at the calendar. Well, maybe there is a moral to the story; don’t set your plans in stone, stay flexible and be ready to adapt those plans to what life hands you. And if you’re so inlined, as I am, never stop having faith that God will work things out for the best for those whom He loves.