Opening the Gates of Heaven Perry Stone

the flight from hell . My wife, Pam, has no tolerance for any form of turbulence. She never rides roller coasters and gets motion sickness from riding in the backseat of an SUV over West Virginia mountains! As we climbed in altitude, the plane began to rock from left to right. Rain pelted the frame. Then, in the darkness, lightning began to dance through the sky, lighting up the sky like Fourth of July fireworks. I didn’t mind the rain or the bumps in the air, but I knew lightning was dangerous. There were five passengers on board, six counting the pilot, and I told the passengers— most who were my family—to pray. The circumstances appeared to worsen. The rain hit harder, and the wind tossed the plane like a boat tossed by waves in a storm. The lightning seemed to be getting closer. I could hear my wife saying, “Jesus, help us … Jesus, help us … ” Again I said, “We need to pray.” For a split second I thought, “We are in danger. This could get real nasty.” However, the pilot (who is very non-risky, cautious, and would never take a risk) sat with his headphones on and his hands on the gears acting as though nothing was going on. At the peak of my fear I began to ponder about Jesus sleeping in the boat during a major storm on the Sea of Galilee (Matt. 8:24). According to the Bible, the violent waves were tossing the ship and were about to rip apart the wooden frame of the boat. Inside the boat the sloshing