As I boarded a Southwest flight this week I trailed a boy who was boarding as an “unaccompanied minor.” That meant a flight attendant was thoughtfully escorting him on every step of his journey.
Once the young man was on the flight, the flight attendant waved her hand across the expanse of the empty airplane cabin and asked, “Window or aisle?” Before the question had landed on the fuselage floor the word “window” exploded from his lips.
Window!
Even as the single word answer exuberantly bounced off the walls of the airplane, I felt the impact in my soul… Window.
No windows for me, I’m an aisle guy… give me elbow room, no distractions, and a quick exit.
Window seats are for dreamers, for explorers, for children.
Dreams, and visions, and cosmic perspective have always been God’s theater stage. He ignites the kindling of hope with a glimpse beyond our comprehension.
I remember clamoring for a window seat. I remember being completely entranced by the view, the beauty, the perspective, the untamed perspective. But I’m an aisle guy now. No time, no space, no room… for windows.
Efficiency has squeezed out imagination. Productivity over dreaming.
God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us. Ephesians 3:20
God invites us to the window seat. Enthralled. Captivated. Inspired. Unleashed.
In the classroom of a child.
Window or aisle?
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