July 2000

Flying
by
George
Denniston
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summer
years
ago
near
Sun
City,
Arizona,
my
passengers
and
I
had
been
hanging
over
the
grounds
of
a Catholic
Church
on Sunday
morning for an
inter-
minable
amount
of
time.
There
was
no
wind, so
the balloon was
not going
any-
where.
I
began
to
worry
about
running
out of fuel. Looking down, I noticed that
a priest
had
stepped out
of the church.
I called
out to the priest: “I hope the
did not d isturb your
sermon!”
“No,
my
son,”
he
replied,
“you
haven’t
disturbed
our
services.
I
just
stepped
out
to
see
what
the
commotio n
was.”
“Father, would you
mind
if I landed
on your grass?”
“Not
at
all,
my
son,
providing
you
are
willing
to
join u s inside for celebra-
tion
afterwards!” This
priest saw an
op-
portunity to share the grace of a beautiful
morning with somenomadic, yet elevated,
passing travelers.
For a
moment, I considered the
cir-
cumstances. Iwas forcing myselfto weigh
the possibilities of conv ersion versus the
alternative of other land ing
sites.
Finally,
I
responded,
“Father,
my
wife
is
a
good
Catholic
girl.
However,
I’m
a Southern
Baptist!”
“That’s all right, my son. God under-
stands misdirection.”
By this time, everyone in th e church
had
come
out to
see
what
all
the ex cite-
ment
was. I
landed
happily
in
the
grass
next to the church. Ladies in d resses an d
gentleman
in
dark
suits
helped
milk
the
balloon and then p ackit all back into the
chase vehicle.
“Normally
the
whole
flock
doesn’t
the
church
to
welcome newcomers,
but today is a joyous exception,” said the
priest.
With
the balloon
equipment
lov-
ingly
packed
away, the flock
returned
to
the church. The rest of us, passengers an d
crew, entered the church for Sunday ser-
vices
right
behind
them.
To
not
do
so
might make one more scarce landing
site
unavailab le. But still Iwas worried. There
is
a
point
of law that
says
an
individual
shall not b eheld accountable for commit-
ments mad e under duress. I wondered if
I
had
a
valid
excuse
not
to
convert…
Well,
it
turns
out
that
my
wife
is
still
a
good Catholic girl, and I’m still a South-
ern
Baptist,
although
more
reverent
to-
day
th an
I was
then.
One
of
the
choices
that
balloonists
may have to make is the decision whether
to
fly
on
Sunday
or
whether
to
attend
church.
I’ve always
felt
that
on
many
a
Sunday mornin g, I was
closer to
heaven
than I would have been attending church.
However
I
must
admit
that
this
is
an
awfully
con venient
excuse.
Over
the
years, I’ve n ot known how many passen-
gers chose Saturday over Sunday for cel-
ebration
purpo ses,
nor
h ow
many
bal-
loonists fly only on Saturday for the same
reason.