
I'm sure many of you have seen the old black and white movies of first flight. Men obsessively worked to create machines that would fly like birds. When part of the world was hand milking cows and using wringer washers on porches, if they were lucky enough to have a washer, others were spending every free minute passionately building and attempting to fly their crazy machines. Today we take those crazy machines for granted, like another bird in the sky. That's one of the things I remember so distinctly about the weeks following 9-11. The sky had no airplanes. It was eerie. I wonder if Orville and Wilbur had any inkling of what lengths men would go to use their inventions for ill or how the world would become smaller because of the flight of man. Do you think they even thought of traveling to mars when getting off the ground and staying in the air for minutes at a time was the pinnacle of a successful day for the early men of first flight? I don't have answers to those questions, but I believe this, they were men of faith, following their purpose according to this definition: "faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen." I'm sure they were mocked, scorned, and ridiculed, but that didn't dampen their dreams, and their inventions literally conquered the world.
"...And this is the victory that conquers the world, our faith." 1John 5:4
Peace.
Love, Linda
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