The Bible ...postscript

It's Easter Sunday, and there are so many things I would like to write about today!! But, I don't think I will. I think today is a good day for each of us to reflect on our own about the crucifixion, the resurrection and what God really means in our lives. So, I think I will just leave it at that.

I have been meaning to add a quick postscript to something I wrote a month or two ago, though. I made the observation then that in all my years of business travel (over 2,000,000 on American Airlines alone) I could count on one hand the number of times I had seen anyone reading a Bible. Well, just a week or so after that post I could no longer make that claim.

I was sitting on a plane in San Diego waiting to take off when a group of about ten young men boarded the plane. These young men were wearing normal clothes for that age group, but something about them really stood out. For one thing, they all seemed unusually well groomed. I probably noticed the group because the first one who walked in was carrying a Bible. Then, as each one passed by I noticed that most of them were carrying Bibles, and it made me wonder what kind of organization they belonged to -- maybe some kind of Christian youth camp or something, I thought.

I admit it, I can be pretty slow sometimes. The first thing that popped into my head was how ironic it was that I had just written a blog about never seeing Bibles on planes, and now I was seeing seven or eight of them on one flight. Like I said, I can be a little slow sometimes, and maybe some of you have already figured it out. But, these young men did not work for any youth camp -- the were United States Marines!