God's Front Door

I glanced across the aisle and jumped. He was sitting in the seat opposite me. I noticed He had His seat belt on. 'That's funny,' I said, 'You've got Your seat belt fastened.' 'It's good to obey the rules,' He said. 'I hate flying.' I said. 'Better than riding a donkey,' He remarked. 'And safer!' 'We're so high up,' I said looking apprehensively out of the window. 'You're nearer The Front Door up here,' He responded cheerfully. Then I was really nervous! 'Lord, it's not that I don't want to live with You forever, it's just. . . just. . . ' He didn't help me out. 'It's just - I wasn't expecting it to be today,' I finished lamely. He laughed again and the plane gave a lurch and a bump and another bump and I reached across the aisle and caught hold of His hand. 'This is fun,' He said cheerfully. 'So much better than a donkey.'