Made a little less than the angels...

I'm sure that the author of Psalm 8 didn't have this in mind the 2500 or more years ago since he wrote it, but it is worth pondering the miracle of flight. Currently I am being transported across the Atlantic at a speed of 629 mph (jet stream assisted) and at an altitude of 39,034 feet above sea level The outside temperature is around minus 15 degrees centigrade and we have travelled 1640 of the 3300 or so miles between NYC and Manchester. Meanwhile I am sitting in perfect comfort - well sort of - wearing only a T shirt just having been served a hot meal and having enjoyed a glass of red wine - my first alcohol this trip. What ingenuity and power is ours! Let us pray fervently that we use it for good and not bad, for weal and not for woe.