One of the most beautiful and breathtaking places on Earth is the Wadi Rum desert in Jordan. Its red, fine, silky sand makes one feel close to infinity: the ancient rock formations, the endless sky, the silence.
Riding our ATV, we eventually approach a Bedouin tent to fly our drone. The sound of the propellers breaks the silence as it takes off the ground. A kid runs out of the tent:
“It flies!” he shouts. And then he runs after the drone. “It flies!"
He just can’t stop looking, running, shouting, sharing his wonder and joy. And I just can’t stop thinking that no matter where we come from, we all experience the same calling: the call of the sky, something calling us higher, something that calls us from above, the deep desire of being more than what we are.
We know, but we often forget, that we are made for flying. Flying over our current circumstances, flying over the spiritual desert we so often experience in life. We are expected to “soar on eagles' wings,” as the prophet Isaiah puts it.
Yes, kid, it flies. And so do we.