A grieving father sits in seat 12C at 35,000 feet heading home in response to a tragic accident that has claimed the life of his son. It’s early and as darkness gives way to light, the rising sun cast a bright light above the white puffy clouds protruding from darker clouds below. As the sun continues to rise, I peer back over the wing but can’t actually see the sun, only the bright light. It is so bright! As our descent starts to take us into the clouds below, I’m filled with the Spirit in knowing this wondrous sight is evidence to this “dad” that another Father is in control. My son is in His presence.
- Mark Milliken, February 27, 2011