SECTION A - FAMILY SURVIVAL
LET THERE BE LIFE
The winter of 1982 had been unusually severe. Snow fall and temperature records had toppled from coast to coast. As the passengers sat in the Air Florida jet and awaited take-off they grew restless. It was such a gray, frigid January day in Washington, D.C. What a relief it would be to set foot on the sunny Florida soil! They each had a dream of what they would do when they arrived. There would be family or friends to greet them. They would spend hours under the tropical sun, just thawing out and trying to forget the snow, ice and nose-numbing cold. They'd pick oranges and send a postcard back to their snow shoveling neighbor, just to jokingly "rub it in" and gloat a little. (My husband had returned from a business trip and had been on that same flight the day before. He noted how labored the take-off was that day with the similar weather conditions.)
Thirty minutes passed before the plane began to taxi down the runway. The giant jet picked up momentum as it sped to the point of ascent. The plane lifted, leveled and then... and then a crash... and most of the passengers never even knew what happened.
The ice covered wings had kept the plane from soaring above the snow laden clouds and into the sun. Flight 90 had, instead, scraped the tops of cars on the Washington Bridge and then thudded into the frozen Potomac River, smashing the thick ice. We watched our televisions anxiously as helicopters pulled the few survivors from the frozen current. Huge chunks of ice bobbed about the wreckage.
A few days later, when the weather let up enough for crews to begin work, the plane was lifted from its icy grave and carried to a place where it could be reassembled. Why? Why bother? It would never fly again and the many passengers who had lost their lives could not be brought back. The great expense and trouble was for a noble purpose. It was to insure the safety of future flights. After each tragic airplane crash such a study is made, to try to learn from the past and make the correction, so the same error will not be repeated in the future.
Looking out on this earth's sea of humanity, we too see many wrecks. Wrecked lives from which we can learn many valuable lessons. We have an obligation to future generations to study the casualties to see what can be learned, to see where they left the Designer's operations manual. We learn in order to alter our course and save ourselves and those we love. Many feel that they will "beat the odds." They proceed blindly through life and refuse to make the needed corrections. As the years pass they will see that they have chosen a very costly path. There are certain principles of life that bring predictably disastrous results when ignored and broken.
There is a God given method for passing truth down from one generation to another. Titus 2 tells us that the mature women are to teach the younger women concerning their husband, home and children. Older people, through many experiences and decades of living, have learned so many lessons by observation, study and experience that it would seem a waste to not pass that knowledge on. It is possible to learn from history, so that we don't have to repeat it.
I have been surprised to hear parents say they will let their children determine their values on their own. This is a "cop out." The truths about life that the parents have learned could save their children from many disasters. We owe our progeny the truth. The home is God's way of passing down truth from one generation to the next. It takes time and caring. As a wife and homemaker , I've learned both easy and hard ways. I recommend the easy way.
We all can identify with those younger than we are, because we were once that age and know how it feels. The perspective of years can benefit those less mature.
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