Glass Walls

Today, I spent significant time within the glass walls of an airport. It was a good smorgasbord of American people – good, bad and indifferent. My choice of focus was the good.

The veteran – a wheelchair delivered him to the gate. He wrenched with pain. Came to learn shrapnel was the cause, and the only cure would be amputation. He had faced war at its worst and somehow survived. He asserted he couldn’t survive amputation. His body was saturated in agony. His heart was grateful, not bitter. His soul belonged to God’s peace, not Satan’s war.

The lady – she too arrived by wheelchair. Irritation flavored her disposition. Her chariot pusher sweetly refused her tip. The employee’s refusal came from a serving heart. The lady’s offering came from a pitying heart. In the employee’s eyes she was helping one in need. The lady’s eyes perceived an indentured servant who needed charity. Sadly, the lady felt boldly spurned instead of humbly served.

It was a three-hour flight with my thoughts revisiting the Beatitudes and how Christ spoke them in 33 A.D., but our lives re-write them in 2025.

33 A.D. on the Mount of Beatitudes – “Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.” Matthew 5:8 (ESV)

8/25/25 in a USA airport – And God will be seen in them….