You must be asking, “What kind of arrogant hypocrite is this, who preaches humility while flying around in the sky when no one else has the ability to do so? Has he no shame, no regard for others?” I answer with a question. Does God distribute gifts to people in hopes they’ll refrain from using them? Why did He give birds wings if not for them to fly? I fear and revere God, and therefore I am forced to fly, at least once in a while. I have no answers as to why nobody else has the ability. There might be a few who go to great lengths of self-denial to hide it from the public. For many to have the gift would be impossible without it being discovered. I fly with gratitude for my Creator, and I never use the power for anything wrong or sinful.
One might assert that with all the changes taking place in preparation for heaven, there had to be a release of this power in opposition to gravity, and it follows that there had to be a conduit for the power to escape, hence me being the only recipient of dominion over gravity, and therefore I should not use the power, but only refrain and diffuse it. This at least is a sound argument, but to dismiss me as selfish and proud is short-sighted, and likely the product of envy. I do not fly whenever I want to, though it is tempting. I resist for the sake of the public.
Reverence for the changes taking place is one thing which needs improvement in my life. People stand silently upright in church for a good reason. God demands respect as the One who made us. I humble myself as I pray. “You are everything, God, I am nothing.” When I fly I try to remember I am first among sinners and unworthy even to crawl in the dirt. When I am not above the clouds or flying faster than the eye can see I am out upon the ocean where there are no observers and where I can spot ships coming from miles away. I swoop and spin and flip and dive in the resplendent joy of being alive and airborne. I fly beneath the water then rise and fly to dry off. The water is sometimes ice cold yet my invulnerability insulates me from the icy shock. I fly giving thanks for my wondrous gift and pray it doesn’t become a curse.
It is all too easy to forget that we were created to experience the heights of sheer joy when life is burdened by the necessity for work and patience. We were created for very good things that we do not deserve. The people I observe all over the world seem to know this. They have an inner light which shines a reassuring hope to others around them, as if it is common knowledge that things are getting better, ever better, and we’re going to a good place one day soon. To imagine the possibilities of the place we’re headed is a dangerous game. Who can fathom what the next age will be like, and who dares try? Not me, I content myself on merely having a chance to eventually go there. Live every day in anticipation, stay ready, for we know not when.
Like Icarus, I am tempted to fly higher than I should. I believe life should be a series of presents ever opening to us rather than a laborious struggle. The truth is life is both of these, for the time being at least. Whenever one does something for the good of others, the difficulty of the task yields to the reward of the same. Within every show of good faith there lies an inherent return, and the perpetual good of the intent and action is stored up for our eternal reward. This is a fundamental law of creation as it exists. Those who do good cannot escape their reward for so doing. Some call it Karma, I call it truth. “Whatsoever a man sows, that shall he reap.”
So often do one’s good intentions become stifled by an uncooperative world at large. A man sets out to do something good, to initiate something positive, to solve problems, to give of his time and talents in one way or another, and for seemingly no reason except that of an unkind nature, the world opposes him. He must struggle and toil to do good, facing snags and catches, tricks and traps, lies and illusions at every turn. He must endure setbacks and backlashes to the point of absurdity in order to accomplish true goodness. And then one day… Success! He achieves what he intended to do and so much more, uncontainable blessings pour forth and his life is exalted to heaven. The victory is appreciated, and then back to square one, a man intends to do some good in the world.
I have intended to do good and oftentimes the success does not happen as I wanted or expected it to. One has to carry on with a degree of detachment for long stretches of time in some instances, in order to see the reward of one’s labor. Often the reward isn’t seen and must be taken on faith. The promise holds true that the more one gives, the more one receives, overflowing to a blessing that reminds us why we are alive and what to hope for our tomorrows.
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