AIRPORT SITTING
If you are a people-watcher, it really doesn't get any better than this. You've got the captive audience of those sitting around you, acting busy, trying to look important (seriously, I'm writing this blog just so I'll have a reason to have my laptop out so people will think I'm necessary. I'm hoping they're thinking I'm swinging some multi-million dollar deal, when in reality, I'm just writing a blog. I assume my secret's safe with you.)
Then, there's the never-ending stream of people arriving and departing, so there's a constant supply of humans going east and west down the center of the terminal. And, they're all different. There goes a guy with shorts, dress shoes and black socks. I feel it's important to add he's in his 20's. Admit it, that's not where you were going in your mind.
Some are dressed-up like they're meeting with the president. Some have obviously mistaken this place for a gym. They're either ready for a spin class, or were told they have to pedal hard to get this plane off the ground.
Every plug that has the capacity to provide any electricity into anything is in the highest of demand. Lord, help us all if anything electronic should go dead. Life as we know it would cease.
There is every shape, size, style and brand of human being imaginable represented here. So, I'm letting you in on what I do when I'm truly bored. I write their stories. Where they're coming from. Where they're headed. Why they're going there. (I'm bored. Give me a break. I bore easily. ADD. SQUIRREL!!! I digress.)
So different. No duplicates. They all have absolutely nothing in common. Well, one thing. They were created by God, desired by God, purchased back by God and loved by God. Most of them probably don't even know it. Totally clueless.
I guess that's where we enter the story. We know it. We've been commanded and commissioned to tell them. Let me state that one more time...We've been COMMANDED & COMMISSIONED BY GOD TO TELL THEM. Not SOME of us...ALL of us. Not SOME of them...ALL of them. Not SOME of the time...ALL of the time.
So many people. So very different. So little time. Such high stakes. We better get started.
Then, there's the never-ending stream of people arriving and departing, so there's a constant supply of humans going east and west down the center of the terminal. And, they're all different. There goes a guy with shorts, dress shoes and black socks. I feel it's important to add he's in his 20's. Admit it, that's not where you were going in your mind.
Some are dressed-up like they're meeting with the president. Some have obviously mistaken this place for a gym. They're either ready for a spin class, or were told they have to pedal hard to get this plane off the ground.
Every plug that has the capacity to provide any electricity into anything is in the highest of demand. Lord, help us all if anything electronic should go dead. Life as we know it would cease.
There is every shape, size, style and brand of human being imaginable represented here. So, I'm letting you in on what I do when I'm truly bored. I write their stories. Where they're coming from. Where they're headed. Why they're going there. (I'm bored. Give me a break. I bore easily. ADD. SQUIRREL!!! I digress.)
So different. No duplicates. They all have absolutely nothing in common. Well, one thing. They were created by God, desired by God, purchased back by God and loved by God. Most of them probably don't even know it. Totally clueless.
I guess that's where we enter the story. We know it. We've been commanded and commissioned to tell them. Let me state that one more time...We've been COMMANDED & COMMISSIONED BY GOD TO TELL THEM. Not SOME of us...ALL of us. Not SOME of them...ALL of them. Not SOME of the time...ALL of the time.
So many people. So very different. So little time. Such high stakes. We better get started.
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