getting air

We are born into this world with a taste for Perfection because our Maker knows us, and He loves us where we are.

Maybe He puts us into the world like a father would put his son into a 1993 Toyota Celica GT.

We take our first hard-turn-left at 90 MPH.

He knows that the vehicle is much too fast, and He knows that the chances of dying are patiently real.

But He allows us to wildly "fly" into a torn, incomplete, broken, uncertain, ... imperfect certainty.

We speed toward destruction and death.

He knows the enemy's tools: our desire to drive fast, ... for the road to succumb to our will.

But He also knows the possibilities found in choosing the road blazed by His Son.

And with every moment of Listen, He reminds us that BIRDS learn to fly off-road, ... where even blistered tires have no traction.