I am heading out the door to catch a flight to Alpharetta, GA. And while I am looking forward to meeting with some brothers from our denomination, I can assure you I will hate the flight. I hate flying. It is one of the few things I am afraid of. And I understand the mechanics of flight, the statistics, and blah, blah, blah. None of that makes me feel better. My fear is an irrational one and it does not respond to the beauty of logic. In my weakness it takes something much bigger to conquer such fear.
The only place I can find real comfort and peace is in the character of God and the hope of the gospel. It is not just that God is sovereign, but that he is good, and because of Jesus his work in my life is for his glory and my good. So when I am at 30,000 feet and turbulence hits the stupid plane I am strapped in to I can say and believe that...
My only comfort in life and in death is that I am not my own, but belong--body and soul, in life and in death, to my faithful Savior Jesus Christ. He has fully paid for all my sins with his precious blood, and has set me free from the tyranny of the devil. He also watches over me in such a way that not a hair can fall from my head without the will of my Father in heaven; in fact, all things must work together for my salvation. Because I belong to him, Christ, by His Holy Spirit, assures me of eternal life and makes me whole-heartedly willing and ready from now on to live for him.
- Heidelberg Catechism, Lord's Day 1