Eventually I got over my fear that my jumbo liner would dive into a key target after returning from Europe.   I had realized that fuel tanks must be low so why would they crash my plane.

Today, I learned that at least twenty people had decided to commit suicide and take out hundreds of innocent passenger.   Somewhere over the ocean they planned to blow a hole in the plane, leading to catastrophic depressurization and the death of possibly thousands in multiple airlines.   Now I am nervous again.

Several people have told me today that I have nothing to worry about because security is tight right now.  However, I stood there thinking, "But you are not flying are you."  At any rate, despite the sickening feel to this.I still feel that this trip is on the Father's Heart.  Just a month ago the funds were not there.  God's people came through again.  Our friends in Ukraine are excited for our visit and a possible book. 

And for me.to see Him once again in the eyes of these children.will make it all worth it.  Funny, yesterday, before all this came about, I kept humming an old hymn.  I haven't sung this since.well.a long time. 

This world is not my home,

I'm just a pass-ing thru,

My treas-ures are laid up

Some-where be-yond the blue;

The an-gels beck-on me

from heav-en's o-pen door.

And I can't feel at home 

in this world an-y more.

Chorus

O Lord, you know, 

I have no friend like You,

If heav-en's not my home, 

then, Lord, what will I do?

The an-gels beck-on me 

from heav-en's o-pen door.

And I can't feel at home 

in this world an-y more.

The funny thing is that I wasn't relating these words just to me.  I was hearing the street kids singing them.  I could visualize young children, teens that have grown up in the sewers singing these words to their Father.  The thing is - I do have treasures I hate to leave.  The truth is - my life is so filled with noise that I can't always hear the angels beckoning me. It is true that I have no friend like Jesus, but I don't want to leave my friends.  And the reality is that I do feel at home in this world because I have such a blessed life style.  I have it made.it is like Heaven on earth with my wife, and my family.   It is a really good thing for me.  I would hate to leave.

But, I wondered about the kids living in the streets. 

They have never had any treasures

They still believe in the angels

They still believe in their Heavenly Father

And I doubt they feel at home here.and never have.

Next week at this time I hope to be in the presence of these young saints.