(Post written on August 20th somewhere above Greenland...)
I'm sitting on a packed plane.
My flight takes forever: hours seem like weeks and minutes seem like hours...
But then again: these past weeks were so busy and great, that they just flew by. And the past two years - I can't believe how quickly they swished away...
Being squished into this seat in a seam-bursting full plane is irritating. I seem to be uncomfortable in every possible position that I can come up with in this miniature of space that's designated to be mine for the next 14 hours... I am tired and can't sleep, exhausted but can't rest...
My mind is on a rollercoaster:
thinking about things I left behind, things I am going to find ahead;
missing already everyone I am leaving behind
and at the same time looking forward to everyone I am going to reunite with;
my thought bursting with ideas, plans, things to do;
hoping, dreaming, wishing, drifting away...
... in my own little universe of thoughts...
... just like each and every one of us on this packed plane...
... just like each and every one of the tiny almost invisible people
on the ground that I can barely see from my tiny window way up high in the air...
Suddenly all my entangled thoughts are gone and I start wondering:
I wonder and ponder... about perspective.
Looking out of my window - from up here - everything and everyone seems so small, almost invisble...
Yet, each of them: a universe of their own: a complex, unique person with their own ideas, thoughts, hopes & dreams, expectations & disappointments, fears & worries...
Each of them sees the world in a perfectly unique way... Through eyes of a soul that can not be imitated, reproduced or substituted in any way...
Each of us such a tiny part of creation, almost too tiny to even mention in comparison with the mountains, seas and desserts... or even less compared to stars and planets...
Yet: each of us a universe of our own...
And the crown of creation.
Why does God give us such importance?
If God who is the fullness of eveything looks outside himself to our tiny nothingness...
Maybe I can look beyond my tiny universe of thoughts:
a universe that to me seems everything:
my biggest problem, my biggest joy, my biggest pain and my achievement...
All this turns out to only be a tiny speck of what the universe that should concern me really is.
My universe needs to go beyond my universe.
I need to be concerned with more than just whatever effects my single ego.
My universe needs to be more than just my universe.
I need to open up to who is around me...
It needs to be more than that!
I need to go out of my universe to meet the others...
It needs to be even more than that!
My universe ARE the others!
I need to see with their eyes, feel with their hearts, percieve through their soul...
Only then do I really inhabitate what creation truly is: a dynamic of love.
Only then is my perspective a perspective of love and thus a perspective of truth.
Suddenly my problems disappear:
It doesn't matter if I have space in my seat,
if I am comfy and snug,
doesn't matter what my tiny pain or tiny joy is...
My perspective changes:
my heart fills up with gratitude for God: God who is so much love and so purely love that he cares for even my silly insignificant problems... and through His love he teaches us what true perspective means...
I look outside my tiny window on the plane and see all those tiny people far far below on the ground...
I say a prayer for them; put them into Gods hands: whatever their tiny little universe is going through right now: whether it's joy or pain, success or defeat, happiness or suffering...
This way I can participate...
This way they become my universe...
This way, they are not alone:
somebody is praying for them:
doesn't matter wether they know it or not...
