Heavenward

We practiced flying our helicopters at a new church yesterday, since the regular huge church atrium wasn't available. Asherel was still home sick with a fever, so her partner Ben and his mom wound and released the copter while I filmed and recorded the data. The children who attend school at the church lined up at the balcony overlooking our practice site.
"OOOOH! Cool! What is that?"
"A helicopter."
"What makes it go?"
"A rubber band."
The kids were all dressed in 18th century clothes. They must have been practicing a stage production, but the scene made me reminiscent for a time I sometimes wish I'd lived in, when toys were made out of one's ingenuity, and common materials...not some computer screen, and children gathered and actually spoke fact to face, not with emoticons and twitter.

One of our better copters flew in swirling ascending near-horizontal circles. It straightened up and looked less like a moth and more like a helicopter when it neared the ceiling. With all the hours we have put into these helicopters, we should be orbiting Mars by now with our designs. For some reason, progress has been slow however. And time has run out. The Science Olympiad is Saturday.

I am working through the Psalms currently in my daily reading of the Bible and I am glad to be there. The Psalms are my favorite book in the Bible and I think I would be a much calmer person if I memorized all of them. They bring me great comfort and peace. Not that they are all honey and milk. Some of the most agonized cries to God occur in the psalms. They are replete with outcries of turmoil and angst. They are not all green pastures and still waters. However, they always cycle back to trusting God, and recognizing that everything is ultimately in His hands.

They are just like our wild moth-like helicopter. The psalmists often swirl wildly sideways, frantically circling, looking for the right path, courting disaster....and then they remember the path they need to follow is up. Back to God.
Their tortuous despair ceases and they rise steadily to the comfort of Heaven.

Unfortunately for our prospects in the Science Olympiad, our copters don't linger long enough in the comfort of Heaven, but at this point, the outcome is in God's hands.
I guess really, it always was.

Philippians 3:14
I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.



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