Contrails
March 8, 2010 – 1:37 pm
I love watching contrails. Just ask my wife. When we are out driving on a clear day I will often point out the beauty of a long, white streak of condensed water vapor being formed in the blue sky behind the silver pinpoint of a jet trekking across the heavens.
This morning on my way to work I saw a beautiful contrail through my windshield; a pink streak flashing across the gray sky of the early morning dawn.
As I watched this majestic man-made masterpiece I realized it represented people who got up very early this morning and were traveling from somewhere to somewhere.
I wondered if there were any missionaries on that plane. Husbands, wives, children who, after years of preparation, were finally on their way to fulfill God’s call on their lives. Or maybe missionaries returning for another term on the mission field.
Maybe they were going to Haiti or Chile to help the earthquake victims. Maybe they were on their way to Latin America or Africa or Asia or Europe to teach pastors how to better lead our growing churches overseas.
I prayed for God’s anointing and direction and protection over them and their families. And I hoped that all of us remaining back home would continue to pray and support and hold up in any way we can our missionaries who are crossing the ocean to tell others the good news.


January 12.





