Many didn't survive. Some of the survivors were mad at God; some thanked Him for His mercy.
And did for many - did the plane just keep taking off, climbing straight to the sky? The sun's rays are gold on gold above the clouds. The pure, cold air feels so good.
Then the blessed silence as the engines spool down. The fire dies and the seats stick out like burnt cacti.
"Some didn't move. It was like they were hypnotized," a survivor remembered.
When the inevitable happens - is there a part of us that knows? When the flight or flee function kicks in...who choses option C?
It was a mistake. The accident was a mistake by two men in big planes and a little man in a control tower. Many Christians believe there are no mistakes in the eyes of God. For those that accepted their fate in the cabin of this ravaged 747, were they answering to God or to themselves? Did they make the mistake?
Or did they just keep climbing?
No comments:
Post a Comment