When being prepared is critical, Tom's the guy! He made sure we packed smart and arrived at the airport over three hours before boarding. He slowed down just long enough at the sky caps' area for the girls and I, along with most of our luggage, to jump out.
If you interact with kids much, you probably know there's a good chance that if you're in a hurry, they're not. Still, Mary and I managed to get everything checked that we needed to, and joined the TSA migration. Mama taught us well, so a potty stop with a two year before getting into the 6 1/2 mile long line seemed like a good idea. (Ok, so it wasn't 6 1/2 miles long, but it sure looked like it.)
Annalyn never ran out of words during our trek through the the maze of humanity. I think it took us about an hour from start to finish, thankfully much shorter than news reports were predicting. Baby Sister was still doing great! I thinks that's pretty amazing since basically all she could see was knees and the atrium ceiling.
Mary was on it and ready when it was finally our turn to go through. Sippy cup in hand she was prepared to pour out the water, but one of the security staff said they would just run it through the scanner. Okay.
Then a very friendly, grandma-type woman thoughtfully leaned down to Gracie and told her they were going to take a picture of her kitty, but would give her right back. So far, so good.
Just when I thought we would be good to go, Mary and Baby Sister, along with her shiny turquoise backpack she got for Christmas, were pulled over to another security checkpoint. Are you kidding me?
Annanlyn and I headed toward a bench to put on shoes and wait. We didn't have to wait long to hear Gracie hit the wall. More precisely, she fell and hit the floor, but that was all it took.
And the reason Baby Sister Gracie got busted? Yep, it was one of the TINY hand sanitizers! Seriously, it was smaller than this picture. And in the confusion of being stopped by security, Kitty being returned and the backpack being restuffed, Baby Sister had fallen.
When was the last time you felt picked on? Have you ever felt downright persecuted? I have. And to make matters worse, it seemed like it was because I was doing the right thing. A few years ago, Tom even lost his job because he wouldn't perjure himself to save the company money. Doing the right thing doesn't always yield the right, or fair, result.
Jesus was certainly no fool, and He knew how the world worked. The last night with His disciples, Jesus told them to expect persecution. “If the world hates you, just remember that it has hated me first. If you belonged to the world, then the world would love you as its own. But I chose you from this world, and you do not belong to it; that is why the world hates you. Remember what I told you: ‘Slaves are not greater than their master.’ If people persecuted me, they will persecute you too; if they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours too." (John 15:18-20 GNT)
That can be tough to swallow, can't it? Jesus understood that, too. He didn't just leave the disciples soaking in the brine of injustice. He reassured them a little later when He said,"I have said this to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33 RSV) That's what I call something to shout about!