About two years ago. when it seemed right for me to fly...

About two years ago. when it seemed right for me to fly out to California and back, I realized that the experience could unfold a new line of thought to me.

On my return trip, after we left Cleveland, we came into a terrific storm. I realized that since God is not in the' wind, it had no power to control or govern God's man. As the storm grew more intense, the other passengers became violently ill, and without an understanding of Christian Science, I should have felt very much at the mercy of the elements.

I realized that all I had to do was to think rightly, and that my protection, as well as that of all the other passengers, depended upon God alone. In Romans, Paul declares, "I am persuaded, that neither . . . things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." We were traveling at a rate of two hundred and fifty miles an hour and were at an elevation of three miles when we were forced down in the mountains near Uniontown, Pennsylvania. Much confusion and fear were expressed by the passengers, and, later, anxiety about keeping business appointments in New York. The pilot talked with the men and told them that he could not go up until he received word that the storm had subsided. During this time I quietly stood apart thinking of Jesus' experience when he was led up to the pinnacle. The devil could not push him off; it could only whisper. When the pilot came over and spoke to me about my lack of fear and illness, I asked him how he felt about flying on to New York. He replied that he was not very keen about it. I was led to talk to him about God and he said, "It is a funny thing, but I know there is something greater than man when I come through these storms." When we went up again I knew that true gravitation is heavenward. not earthward. During this time a greater feeling of dominion and peace came to me than I had ever known, and soon we landed at the Newark airport. It was impossible to fly on to Boston, and as 1 was seated in the train much gratitude for God's constant care filled my heart.

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