At 37 thousand feet, you see life--not just terrain--more clearly.

I’m writing this piece shoehorned into an airplane whose rows are so tightly spaced the seats do not recline.  But it’s only a two and half hour flight to Denver, so I suspect we’ll survive.

Minutes ago, why wife, Diana, observed that this budget airline offers a type of first class option: four seats across instead of six.  It was actually tempting.

Now I don’t mean to offend those who choose to pony up for wider seats and meals served on china instead of plastic (someday I think I’ll try it—really).  But I often wonder.  No matter where you fly within the U.S., it’s only a few hours.  Must we insist on maximum comfort at all times?

Let’s broaden out the question a bit as we talk cars. You can spend 25 thousand on a new car or 250 thousand.  Both cars will get you where you want to go safely and reasonably comfortably.  The 250 thousand dollar car will certainly have nicer suspension and many more conveniences.  Yet, in the end, whether I drive a glorified go cart or a Rolls Royce, I am still only using the car to get me where I’m going.  The car—as nice as it may be—is not the destination.  It’s the tool that gets me there.

We could ask similar questions about the clothes we wear, the houses we own.  And maybe we should.

I fear that increasing numbers of Christ followers (myself included) are buying into the worldly demand for maximum comfort at all times at any price.   And in so doing, we forget that we are “strangers and aliens on this earth.”

Every longing look at luxury takes our gaze away from our eternal destiny and locks our focus on a world that is “passing away.”

Hear me clearly.  There is no sin in having or owning nice things.

But when those nice things own us, we’re looking in the wrong direction.

What holds your gaze?