I was both nervous and effervescent. I glanced briefly at the plastic card sticking out of the seat pocket. It mentioned something about using my cushion as a flotation device, in case we had to sit or crash in the water. The flight attendant was talking about air travel security; fasten your seat belt; seats in upright position, tray tables folded and secured, hand luggage stored in the overhead compartment, oxygen masks lowered, etc. The pilot mentioned the temperature, air speed, approximate time of arrival and current weather at our destination. His voice trailed off as he encouraged us to sit back, relax and enjoy the flight. I tried to pay attention, but the air conditioning knobs, light switches, and a fascinating catalog of airline merchandise distracted my attention. I looked through the SkyMall catalog and noticed that it had the world's largest crossword game, giant antlers for trucks, and other interesting items, but it was time to take off. The great beast advanced heavily. The engines screamed and after several turns, we stopped at the end of the runway. The great beast began to tremble as it staggered forward, picking up speed; rushing down the track. Buildings flew by, dashes on the runway flashed like signs as the nose began to lift. The large golden, red and orange beast moved slowly through the air. The great beast was in the air and my stomach fell to my knees. I chewed my gum furiously, trying to clear my ears. I looked out my window as we crossed Interstate 20. The vehicles looked like my old “Hot Wheels” cars. The great beast seemed to slow down, and for a moment I thought it was going to fall from the sky, as it turned east towards the Metrop...... middle of leaf... ... perspective letter. But then I consider how different life would be if I saw God as holy and perfect and myself as a sinner? How different would life be if I compared my thoughts, words, and actions to God's thoughts, words, and actions? How different would life be if I said, “I confess to ___________?” How different would life be if I blamed myself for my actions and not others? How different would life be if I viewed myself and my ways as a source of overwhelming weakness and God as a source of overwhelming power? How different would life be if I wrote down my sins and confessed them out loud to God? How different would life be if I said, “I am weak, but You, O God, are strong?” » How different would life be if we spent quality time at the cross? How different would life be if I took my list of sins with me? Sometimes all we need is a change of perspective.