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Topic: Blue (10/08/09)
- TITLE: The Lumbshavak Spin Will Sure Scare the Hell Out of You
By Patricia Turner
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“Any novice pilot can do it,” said Jake. “The trick being that only an experienced aviator can bring the craft back under control. It’ll sure scare the hell out of you.”
Jake flew him through a lumbshavak once. Robby was in awe and fear of the feeling of loss of control.
Flying solo over the Baja Pacific Coast on a cloudless summer day, Robby decided it was time to, as he later put it with his customary wry grin, “Take the tumble.”
He felt sweat in the palms of his hands as he reached altitude, inverted the plane, and steered into the initial snap roll, reminding himself that he’d done that maneuver many times and could come out of it easily if he changed his mind.
As the craft rolled, he hesitated for a moment; then he shoved the controls, throwing the plane out of kilter. The Beechcraft pitched violently and spun into a perpendicular position, its nose pointing straight up, the wings spread-eagled at twenty-thousand feet.
Hanging in the sky for the barest space of a breath, Robby saw the rich lapis blue of it as he’d never noticed it before. “God, if you’re up there…wow, gotta’ say it sure looks pretty. I’m not much for praying, but…”
As suddenly as that, the plane reversed itself and dove for the sea. The forceful reversal sucked the breath out of Robby and for a moment he saw nothing at all, his head lolling against the back of the seat.
A minute later he opened his eyes and the dizzy free-fall almost made him lose his lunch. For a dazed moment he stared, mesmerized, at the deep sapphire and indigo of the Pacific winking seductively up at him. Rapidly, realization returned. He was speeding straight into it.
His training kicking in he grabbed the controls to pull the craft out of its perilous death plunge.
The ocean continued to race toward him. Throwing every sinew and muscle into the effort along with everything he knew how to do, he yanked and pushed on the steering controls to turn the craft upward. “Lord, I know I’ve said it before…but get me out of this one and I’ll surely be grateful!”
Slowly, so very slowly and by excruciating millimeters, the nose found the horizon and the Beechcraft leveled off. After an eternity that was only moments the plane was pointing calmly out to sea.
Robby let out his breath and fell back against the seat. He’d been holding it since seizing control again. “Whew!” The exhilaration and terror of the past moments released themselves in the one word. Finally, he relaxed.
The horizon before him, above and below, revealed every nuance of blue in creation: cyan and aqua shaded gradually away to deeper ultramarine, indigo and cobalt waves, flashing and undulating in the vast sea below, while the azure sky ascended to a robin’s egg haze in the shining vault above.
Taking it in, Robby heard a quiet voice speaking words he’d heard long ago.
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.”
“Why did it take me so long to see it,” he wondered. What he’d just experience opened more than his eyes. He felt the presence of a power of immense dimension there in the tiny cabin of the aircraft.
Alone, surrounded by the quiet expanse of sea and sky, Robby prayed. “Thank you God, for saving my life. No doubt, I pretty much got the hell scared out of me for sure. And God, thank You too for showing me, without any doubt that You are real, and very much in control.”
Scripture reference – Genesis 1:1 NKJV
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