Acts 17:26: “And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, and hath determined the times before appointed, and the bounds of their habitation…”
This column goes out to my cousins – all 8.8 billion of you.
Paul, speaking on Mars Hill, noted we are all from the bloodline of the same ancestor, Adam. That means that all of us are very literally family, at least way, way down the line somewhere. I enjoy remembering that when I travel; it reminds me to talk to people. This past week, I got to do a lot of that; my son and I flew to Washington State for a few days of hiking and sightseeing.
We flew out of Charlotte. My son booked our flights and committed the grave mortal sin of not choosing either aisle or window seats for us. Thus, I found myself in seat B, which stands for “Beyond squished.” Nonetheless, as soon as we were airborne, I struck up a conversation with the kindly looking older gentleman beside me. As it turns out, Eric is a born-again believer and was on the way to visit a sister, Janice, who is battling cancer. I told him I would pray for her, and now I am asking all of you to do so as well.
After changing planes in Dallas, I was again in a “B” seat. This time, the traveler next to me was Brent, who was flying to Washington for a race; he would be running one hundred miles, or, as it is known in Biblical terms, “going through the Great Tribulation.” I prayed with him before we parted company; anyone running a hundred miles needs or deserves it or both.