High Flight
Gillespie Magee, Jr.’s poem, High Flight, relates to his WWII era flying and closes with, “I’ve…put out my hand, and touched the face of God.” No one else can touch the face of God and relate to Him in the extraordinary way that has been reserved for the aviator. I believe God wants us to use this unique advantage of flight to draw ourselves closer to Him and to enjoy more of the true abundance of life that is ours.