Did you ever sit beside an annoying passenger on a plane ?
I was sitting beside the window on a plane going to Mexico.
My research hadn’t been going well, and I felt discouraged.
So my husband suggested that I take a vacation to Mexico, for a change of pace.
He was really busy at work, and my friends had family responsibilities, so I was travelling alone.
A young man with a tattoo on his right hand sat down beside me and greeted me warmly. I said hello, and continued reading my Bible, hoping he would get the message that I didn’t want to talk.
Then, he did the unthinkable. He pulled out a bottle of liquor from his carry-on, and offered me a drink in a tiny plastic cup. I remember that it was ‘Bailey’s Irish Cream’. Again I rejected his offer of hospitality, and I watched with amazement as he passed out tiny cups to the passengers around us, avoiding the notice of the stewardesses.
He tried to engage me again, and asked : ‘ Are you a Christian ?’ Again, I weakly responded ‘yes’, and kept on with my reading.
Still determined, he asked : ‘Is that a Bible you’re reading?’ I told him that yes, it was, and I kept on reading. He did not speak to me again.
After the plane landed, the Holy Spirit impressed on my heart that I had missed an opportunity to share the Good News of Salvation with the young man. I could have told him about Jesus, and how He had changed my life. I could have told him that I used to drink and party before my conversion experience.
Instead, I had pre-judged the young man. His tattoo had made me wrongly think that this was someone who would not be interested in hearing about Jesus, our friend, brother, and Redeemer.
May the Lord make us sensitive to people who are interested in Christianity. They may be people that we least expect.
This, of course, occurred before strict travel restrictions were enacted. He certainly couldn’t have been able to smuggle alcohol onto a plane these days.
I would suggest that airlines prohibit passengers from wearing long, artificial nails when they are on planes. These can be dangerous, and they scare me !
Perhaps that is because I was once scratched by a cat as a child.
Photo by Filip Glieda