Years ago, I frequently flew for work and vividly recalled the first time I upgraded to First Class. After settling into my seat, I looked around at the rest of the passengers and tried to imagine what job title gave them the privilege of an overpriced seat. Everyone was starched and suited up, and I figured they were all CEOs or higher ups on the cooperate ladder. Most looked like they were preoccupied with work or getting caught up on sleep, so I leaned back, opened up my newspaper, and pretended that I belonged there too.
A flight attendant quickly started doting on me, “You look chilled, ma’am” She handed me a blanket and offered me coffee. I smiled, nodded, and thought, “Ahh……yes, I do belong here. Yes, I do!”
Moments later, a man rushed in and pointed to the empty window seat next to me.
He said, “Excuse me, I need to get in there as I think that is my seat.” I was somewhat annoyed as he did not wait for me to move out of the way and quickly scrambled over me and buckled up. This didn’t seem like any kind of class behavior to me, and I returned to my reading, silently hoping he wasn’t a talker. Too late.
He exclaimed loudly, “Hey, isn’t this great to be upgraded! I have never had this happen to me before. I wonder if we get free drinks and stuff.” I pretended not to hear him and acted like he was talking to someone else. Finally, I peered over the top of my newspaper and gave him a look that said, “Hush, peasant, you are disturbing the queen.”
This did not deter him. He continued to prattle on as if he had just won the lottery and wanted me to join in with him gleefully. I thought, “Dang! He is blowing my cover!” Was it that obvious that I was not one of the regulars in First Class? Was it that apparent that I was not one of the beautiful, classy, and important people surrounding us? 🙂
My facial expression must have clearly shown my irritation because he suddenly looked embarrassed and abruptly stopped talking mid-sentence.
“Oh, I suppose you must fly First-Class all the time.” It took every ounce of my momentary upgraded self not to say, “Why, yes. Yes, I do!” But, I leaned over and whispered, “Nope. My first time too. Just look annoyed and entitled, and you will get quicker service.” We both laughed, and for the rest of our flight, we pretended to be ‘SOMEBODY.’
As children of God, we are His chosen First Class. We didn’t get upgraded just because we became believers. We are in a special seat because we are His beloved creation. It is the acknowledgment of that truth that moves a person from a seat in the back to a place up front.
We never have to pretend or figure out how to act to fit into His section. God’s way of living allows a person to relax and enjoy the complimentary accommodations of His love, mercy, forgiveness, and acceptance. There are free seats available for anyone who makes the decision to sit there.
Along with First Class perks, you also get the best flight attendant ever. His name is the Holy Spirit, and He will help you along your journey. His faithfulness prepares the way, keeps you safe, and supplies all your needs, sometimes even before you ask. Like coffee and a blanket!
Feeling grateful today for an undeserved yet freely given First Class seat…..care to join me?