by Pam Conner
A few years ago my daughter, Alex, and I were on a plane headed to a fabulous vacation.
On our flight, there was a man with a baby and a toddler in the row in front of us. As the trip progressed, his children became more and more upset. There was crying, screaming, and full-fledged meltdowns for what seemed like hours.
I’m sure you have been in a similar situation; I wanted to tear a hole in my seat. And it wasn’t just me. The passengers were growing more irritated by the second and complaining under their breath.
“Can he not get those kids under control?”
“What on earth?”
“Some people should not be flying.”
For some reason, something inside of us “snaps” when we hear the sounds of upset children. God has created us to instinctively care for those who cannot help themselves. This particular flight was full of people who were definitely “snapping.”
Finally, after many complaints from the passengers, the flight attendant approached the father and asked if there was anything she could do to help.
The man looked up at her and said,
“My wife just died, and I have no idea what I am doing.”
The dynamics in the airplane instantly changed.
Suddenly, the same people who were once grumbling and griping were now offering to hold the crying children in an effort to comfort this man in his darkest days.
That event wrecked me.
Perspective is everything. I wonder how often we make judgments about others when we are completely unaware of their circumstances. Everyone is fighting some battle, and oftentimes it’s one we know nothing about.
God, give me your perspective, and help me to love well in every situation.