Plane Thoughts

I'm sitting on an airplane getting ready to fly back to Portland from a weekend spent in Kansas City. It was my dads birthday and I wanted to spend some time seeing my family's new house and enjoying their company. The plane was fairly empty, so I was able to score an aisle seat in a row where the middle seat was empty. A middle aged woman was sitting in the window seat and was looking out as we started to take off. It was an evening departure, so the airport lights were quite beautiful to watch. I sat there staring out the window watching our take off when I noticed the woman cross her self in a simple manner. I assumed it was second nature because it seemed she wasn't nervous about flying. Or at least I thought this because if I was afraid of flying I would not sit in the window seat. I thought about the beauty behind the idea of crossing yourself that had never occured to me. It's not a flamboyant showing, but rather an act that forces you to make a physical movment as part of prayer. It's easy to get distracted if you're just inside your mind. The physical motion of the cross does much to remind us what the cross means and what happened there.
  Don't fall in to the trap of Chronological Snobbery.