The worst flight with #americanAirlines with broken seat, several sick people hacking for 5 hours, sitting on the taxi for a hour before take off and also after landing. Get me off!!
Southwest airlines treats all like first class. Thanks for the weather alerts, cost free flight changes with a awesome live agent, and taking responsibility when luggage was broken.
#southwest#custumercare#airlines#flights#travel#southwest airlines
Jesus is a problem-chaser. He wants our problems. Not so he can make everything look nice and smell pretty again. He doesn’t walk around throwing handfuls of rose petals on people’s heads and singing kumbaya.
Instead, he gives us something better, deeper, longer-lasting. He gives us hope. He takes away our shame. He gives us a reason to live that’s bigger than ourselves.
He doesn’t solve our problems. He makes them his own. He sinks into our pain. He’ll hear the doctor’s bad diagnosis with us. He’ll sit with us when we binge watch YouTube because we’re too depressed to do anything else. And he’ll gradually bend our heads upward from staring at our own navels to look him in the eye.
In those eyes we see love—not a feel-good love of pop songs. His is an ironclad love. Love that won’t leave when we shove him away. Love that won’t go away when we puke our guts out over stress. Love that is stubborn, immovable, rooted in the very heart of God.
I really wish he’d just throw all our problems into some cosmic black hole. But I guess he’s too smart for that. Or too good for that. Instead, he co-opts them. He takes our boatloads of hurt and disappointment, all our stupid decisions, all our me-centered actions and nails them to his own body.
You can’t get more committed than that.