Having Faith in Being Human

As our plane lifted off the runway, my son turned to me and asked, “How does this airplane even get off the ground?”

I looked out the window. The wings were shaking as they carved through the air. The massive engines were roaring and spewing heat.

The ground disappeared as we entered a cloud.

I realized I had no idea how it all worked.

Then I was gripped with the incomprehensible fear that it was only the collective faith of the vehicle’s passengers that gave this iron bird the ability to fly.

And mine suddenly waned.

I grabbed my son’s hand, closed my eyes, and waited to feel the plane drop out of the sky. Continue reading