Why I Love the Atlanta Airport

I flew out of northwest Arkansas yesterday, one half hour late because of the 1 inch of snow on the grass around the runway… landed in Atlanta and had 25 minutes to get to my terminal – T-03. After taking the subway to T-03, I saw that the flight had been moved all the way back to B-31. Both of these gates are at the far ends of their respective terminals. Needless to say, I arrived at the gate just in time to see my plane take flight.

So I spent five hours waiting for the next flight to Orange County, then five hours on the flight itself. This proved to be a remarkable time. It’s not actually that I love airports, it’s that I loved the solitude. I read, then I read more. I read two books. Out of those two books, I learned some amazing truths. They aren’t new, but they’re powerful truths. I’ll review the better book later, but for now, just some lessons I learned…

There is no such thing as partial holiness. You can’t be almost pure. In the Christian life, there’s no room for a little bit of sin. It’s all or nothing.

The author compared the Christian life to the taking of the promised land by the Israelites (which is theologically more fitting than comparing it to heaven, by the way). The question was asked simply, “Have you purged out all of the potential pitfalls in your life?”

The other truth that hit me with even greater force was this…

If you give up the battle now, you’ll never know if you could’ve been a godly man or not.

How true. The moment you allow temptation to win, you surrender the ability to ever know whether you could’ve won the battle or not. Life is war. Prayer is our war-time walkie-talkie. The Bible is a sword and faith is a shield.

I haven’t even made it to Saddleback yet to the conference, yet I’ve already learned a great deal.

And as for sitting in an airport for five hours, then in a cramped seat on a plan for just as long? I deserve hell. Yesterday was paradise in comparison!

More later.

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