En Route to Colorado

Kristy and I are travelling back to the States separately today. Would’ve cost us a good $100+ to travel on the same flight. I was hoping to get some Wi-Fi action here, but I only seem to be able to pick up a weak T-Mobile signal, way out here in gate 3 of terminal 4. Aside from that, I can’t even find any electrical outlets. Almost makes me feel like I’m in a cyber-countryside, where things are slow in catching up with the technology of the WWW urban sprawl. Wow – I sound like a techno-geek.

When I got to the check out counter, the lady made me take a book and a pair of jeans out of my big suitcase and put it in the smaller one to bring it down 1 freakin’ kg to the international weight limit. Worse yet, my laptop briefcase weighed 12 kilos, 6 over the limit. I have never had to off load my briefcase on a flight to be checked in. So I took the laptop bag out and proceeded to stuff it with some magazines and the book I’m currently reading, along with my Palm. When I got up to the security line, it hit me that I’d left my MP3 player in the main briefcase, which would be enjoying it’s first ride in the belly of a Boeing 777. Under my breath, I said one of those swear words that are permissible in Britain, but still taboo in American evangelical Christianity.

Walking through the airport on the way to my departure gate, I noticed an “inter-faith” prayer room. This is the first time I’ve flown out of Heathrow through terminal 4 and I’ve never seen an inter-prayer room in any of the other terminals, or even any of the other airports for that matter. There was one Muslim man in the room who had spread out a prayer mat and looked like he was preparing to bow toward the east. Couldn’t help but wonder how followers of The Way might plug in with such prayer rooms in redemptive ways. (And I don’t mean leaving gospel tracts littered throughout the room.)