The scenario is blood-chilling. The senior pilot leaves the cabin for a moment. His co-pilot locks the door and puts the aircraft into a death-spiral while his partner frantically tries to break down the door and re-take control of the plane.
It now turns out that this is what happened in the tragic demise of German-wings flight 4U 95 over the French Alps.
Plane destroyed, 150 passengers killed in a moment and thousands of relatives left numbed by grief.
What to do if you were a passenger on such a doomed aircraft?
A quick answer ( and it would have to be quick) is to call on the Lord Jesus Christ for His immediate mercy and salvation (Romans 10:17)
A flight that had a happier ending carried Ian Paisley and Jerry Fitt, both members of the Westminster parliament, from London to Belfast. Somewhere over the Irish Sea both engines flamed out.
Paisley instantly stood to his feet and in a booming voice prayed:
"Lord protect this thy servant and all who travel on this aircraft."
A few seconds after, the engines came back to life and they completed their journey in safety,
Jerry Fitt was a catholic and later remarked "I hate everything that Ian Paisley stands for, but he sure has friends in Heaven."
Think about that before you next travel by air. There are a lot of things that can go wrong and trust in God is the best insurance policy known to man.
Jubilate.
Ian
I had an early morning call today. It was from a long-standing friend who, on the run in her busy schedule, said: "Please do a BWI on Angelina Jolie."
I knew what she was talking about. This manufactured American Icon had just announced that she was having her ovaries surgically removed, an operation that follows up on having her breasts cut off and synthetically rebuilt, all in the cause of preempting possible cancer.
I really do shake my head. My first reaction "What is Brad thinking of to let her mutilate herself in this way?"
Then I realize that in this brave new world order, her husband's opinions mean zilch.
What, then, has propelled this lady to submit herself to the depredations of a surgeon's knife while in the prime of life?
An easy answer: fear of death and a blank ignorance of what awaits her beyond the grave. This blank has not been filled in by all the screwy, new age Buddhist stuff that she and the rest of the Hollywood narcissists are into. Nor can it ever. All their rolfing fantasies are wells without water and broken cisterns.
Angie, Brad and the rest of you beautiful people (Shortly to become wrinkled with age) The ANSWER IS IN WHAT HAPPENED AT EASTER 2000 YEARS AGO. Now humble yourselves and go to a church where the gospel is preached and put your cosmetic surgery money in the offering plate.
Jubilate.
Ian
They buried him today in Leicester Cathedral 530 years after he was killed at the battle of Bosworth field; King Richard third I'm speaking about.
The man who was famously quoted as crying in his final moments:
"A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse"
There was to be no horse. Richard was cut down where he stood and his body was transported back to Leicester where he was buried in an unmarked grave.
He lay there undisturbed until two years ago when a historian, acting on a hunch, dug up a city car-park and there was the King, with his legendary twisted spine, waiting for his royal due, a crown and a state funeral, albeit somewhat delayed.
I say this to emphasize a point: it is this: "God's delays are not His denials"
530 years for King Richard and, lo he appears, a little the worse for wear but still King Richard.
For King Jesus, crucified in Jerusalem and last seen disappearing into the clouds, with his final words "I'LL BE BACK", it is 2,000 years and counting.
Keep watching my friends, if King Richard could be crowned 530 years after his death, the imminent coronation of Jesus Christ is an absolute certainty. Just make sure you have accepted your invitation to be there.
Jubilate.
Ian
