The Casting Dock

Who knew flying had spiritual parallels?

A friend of mine…well, I’m not exactly sure what the best decriptor of him would be…he is definitely a friend, so that fits, but I mostly knew him as my (now ex-) boyfriend’s older brother.  When I was in high school, I dated this guy for about 2 and a half years and therefore spent a lot of time with his family, whom I still adore.  His older brother, Starsky (sweeeeetest name evah…and yes, his dad fought to name the next one ”Hutch” but his mother wouldn’t budge and landed on Clint instead) wrote this note on facebook a while back and it just always really stuck with me.  When I knew I wanted to start a blog, I emailed him to ask permission to post it on here, to which he graciously obliged.  And so I figured I would hold onto it for a day like today, when I am running out to watch a variety of munchkins for the day and so therefore don’t really have abundant time to compose original thoughts of my own.

I love when everyday occurences hit us with supernatural, revelatory meaning. Metaphors and parallels of our earthly experiences are such helpful ways to understand aspects of God and His love for us.

Thanks, Starsky for letting me share! 

Last night I had an unforgettable experience with my friend Jeremy on our way home from Chicago. Thanks to bumper to bumper traffic, it took us almost two hours to get to the airport. Once we arrived we had 50 minutes before our flight left which I assumed was plenty of time. Well, I was wrong! The ticket counter line was outrageous and the security line was even worse. As Jeremy and I were trying to get through security, our names were announced over the intercom. Once we finally made it through, we grabbed our things and ran like sprinters through the airport with our shoes untied and belts in hand. As we completed our 400 yard sprint, we rushed up to the desk only to be received by a shaking head and an “I’m sorry, it’s too late.” The lady told us that the doors were locked and they can’t open them again. While gasping for air, I exclaimed, “but this is the last flight out until tomorrow.” She said in her yankee accent, “I know, I’m sorry, IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.” I looked at Jeremy, who was still trying to recover from our dash across the airport, with a helpless look of despair. As we were both still trying to process the fact that we were about to spend the night in the airport, the pilot walks up to the counter and says, “let them on, they’re with me. I was locked out too.” Jeremy and I looked at each other and shouted out praises to God. After a couple of minutes, the doors open and we were allowed on the plane.

On the drive home last night, it hit me, that’s what Jesus did for us on the cross. Because of our sin, we should be turned away at the gates of Heaven. We should hear, “IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.” But then Jesus appears out of nowhere and says, “let them in, they’re with me.”

By the grace of God,


(I actually did look to google some pictures of Jesus to put up with our Catch Me If You Can pilot, but for some reason they all just felt either creepy and sacrilegious or really corny…)


1 Rhonda { 11.10.10 at 7:29 pm }

Agree with your sentiments on that family. All are awesome people. Love the story and him relating it to what Jesus does for us. Such a good picture. Makes me feel more grateful!

2 noche { 11.10.10 at 10:52 pm }

I loved it when Starsky’s mother (Susan) shared it with the teachers and I still love it just as much today. Good pick Pumpkin.

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