I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.
The flight attendant’s face drained of color. Nix thought she looked incredibly like a black and white version of her previous pink-cheeked self. “Hijacked? How?” She craned her neck, looking into the cockpit as if expecting to see a wild-eyed, bomb-clad man in that small space. The copilot simply looked back at her bleakly, throwing his hands in the air to say, “I’m as helpless as you are.”