Waiting for the Shoe to Drop

Our son Jordan has met with considerable success in a career in aviation. Air Cadets in high school. Jobs at the local airport. College in Aviation in Thunder Bay. Flight Instructor. Trips to Hawaii and China in exchange programs linked with flying. Bush pilot serving fly-in fishing camps. Flight instructor to early candidates to the Air Force. Medivac and charter pilot serving the Canadian North/Nunavut out of Winnipeg.

At times he has confessed to me candidly that he wonders how such a succession of favour has come. He is enthused and diligent, but he still wonders. He has even admitted that he asks himself periodically when the other shoe might drop. A set-back or a failure?

A week ago he traveled to La Guardia Airport in New York City. There he was to be tested by some of his superiors on exceptional flight simulating equipment in training and an examination that would secure for him captain's standing for future promotion. He did not tell us however that a failure would put his whole package of present employment in jeopardy!

The week was grueling non-stop study and performance culminating in a test in the early morning hours. A phone call came to us around 2:30AM. He had failed. The test allowed a very slim margin of "misses". We are talking here of the accountability of an airlines pilot. The whole family reeled in disappointment, turning to intensified prayer.

Several hours later we heard of the possibility of a re-test. Extra hotel time. Return trip adjustments. "Come on Jordan."

I am pleased to report that this second effort was entirely different. The credential is now in hand. Our Son has displayed courage and the marvelous ability to pray, resist the downward spiral and "get back up".

He has often heard me give a caution about one of the lessons in the Book of Job. The old patriarch had to confess to his falling, "That which I feared is come upon me." This little episode in the life of our family speaks of overcoming that fear. Thanks Lord.


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