We all have plans and dreams for our lives. We have a sense of direction for where we are going, or at least so we think.

You board a plane bound for New York, only to find out there are terrorists on the flight hijacking the plane to Washington DC. All of a sudden, your life hangs in the balance and you wonder where God is in the midst of the confusion.

Yes, where is God my Guide? Has He left the plane?

For the last 27 years I felt like I have been on a hijacked plane. Life didn’t turn out to be what I had hoped or expected. I married a wonderful man. As newlyweds we relocated to Mississippi where he did his residency training and I daily faced racism in the stores, on the streets, and even in churches – name-calling, being pushed aside while standing in line, and much more.

Mississippi was just the beginning of my hijacked flight. The plane that I thought was under my control or under God’s control has been flying from city to city, but none of those cities was a city of my choice.

You can relate to this?

The hijacked plane is the first among several of the metaphors that comes to my mind as I reflect on the confusion of my life. In the midst of this confusion, my main question is: where is God my Guide? Is He still around?

What I can come up with are not answers but questions, questions that will perhaps eventually direct me to the lighthouse so I can see in the dark.

1.What are the emotions I feel while flying around in this hijacked plane?

2.What are my greatest fears?

3.If I could overcome those hijackers and divert the plane somewhere else, where will I go and why?

4.In what ways has this flight experience changed my ideas about God?

5.If I could call God on my mobile phone, what questions will I ask him?

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