What paper planes and empty seats most have in common is that they are best made by children still learning how to ride things out.
What children and the landing of a plane most have in common is that they are best made by a line drive of pilot lights guided through a single tambourine across the day we met in a field of wet metal hands on The Gospel of Lightning.
If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.
