Jonathan Rockey

Early Monday morning, January 16, Kathy and I boarded a plane in in Anchorage. We had arrived at the airport early, so we had a number of hours for interacting with others, and perhaps for “people watching.” A person runs into all kinds of folks in an airport, and on a plane.

As we sat down to wait for check in, an Alaskan native grandmother sat next to me. I greeted her with a simple, “Hello.” She replied, “Well, I can tell we are back in Alaska. People are talking to us.” Then she went on to share their travels of the past month, her age, their history in Barrow, where they lived, and more, for about 15 minutes. I liked that woman! I could have sat and talked, or listened for another couple of hours. But, they left for their plane.

A girls’ gymnastic team arrived and waited to check in for their flight. They re-packed, and laughed, and took selfies, and generally had a good time. It was an interesting show.

At the gate, we sat next to a couple from Wasilla traveling with two Boston terriers to Texas. The dogs were friendly, and so were the people. They had just retired and were going south for snowbird opportunities. We had much in common and had some pleasant time to visit.

Another younger couple sat in our area. They also raised dogs. The man shared that he owned 15 dogs at the moment, and was planning to buy two more. They too were very friendly.

There were many other individuals and families in the terminal. Some of them were friendly as well. But some of the other people were busy, or self-occupied, or obviously troubled, or even sleeping and snoring.

Both planes on which we flew were packed full of passengers. There were no open seats. At one point in the middle of the night I walked down the aisle. People of various ages and appearance were crammed into the small spaces allowed for seating. Most were sleeping in various positions. Some watched videos. Others talked quietly. They were a ‘motley’ looking group. Walking by all these unique individuals it struck me that . . . God loves each of these people.

Our Lord’s words in 1 Timothy came to mind. “God our Savior, 4 . . . desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.” (1 Timothy 2: 3b – 4). I thought of John 3:16. "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” God sent Jesus, God sent HIS SON, for every one of these people. Jesus came for the family from Barrow, for the gymnastic team, for the couples who shared a love of dogs, for all the folks sitting on the plane. Jesus even came for me with all my quirks and short-comings.

In a world of about 8 billion people we cannot begin to know everyone. I only interacted with a few of those on the planes we flew. But, God knows all people, and He loves them. That gives me guidance as I meet the different people and personalities in our world. God loves all people, and sent Jesus for them. I should be open to sharing God’s love as well.

 
 

Originally published on frontiersman.com, part of the BLOX Digital Content Exchange.

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