My dad was an Air Force pilot. He taught me the difference between a pilot and a co-pilot. The pilot calls the shots; the co-pilot is the number two guy (or gal). The pilot is in charge; the co-pilot assists him \u2013 supporting, helping, and providing an extra pair of eyes, ears, and hands. The co-pilot\u2019s job is important, but he never forgets who\u2019s in charge.<\/p>\n
Some years ago I noticed that many cars were sporting bumper stickers that read: \u201cGod is my co-pilot.\u201d I understood what they were trying<\/em> to say, but they missed the mark.<\/p>\n Then one day I saw a new bumper sticker that read: \u201cIf God is your co-pilot, switch seats.\u201d I laughed out loud and gave the driver a big thumbs-up as I passed him a couple miles later. At last \u2026 someone got it right!<\/p>\n This driver understood the error of asserting that \u201cGod is my co-pilot\u201d … people were saying: \u201cI drive and God is my helper. I call the shots and God does my bidding.\u201d I don\u2019t know about you, but my life doesn\u2019t work very well when I try to call the shots. When I think I\u2019m the boss and God simply does as I wish, I\u2019m in deep yogurt.<\/p>\n Now, I\u2019m a Type A kind of gal who was raised to take initiative, make things happen, get the ball rolling, and accomplish results. My dad trained his daughter to be an achiever \u2013 he trained me to be a pilot. He did not believe in God, so there was never any mention of a Higher Power who was in charge of the Universe. As far as Dad was concerned, he was in charge of his own universe and I was supposed to grow up and be in charge of mine.<\/p>\n As with a lot of things my dad taught me, I\u2019ve had to spend many years un-learning that whole \u201ccaptain of my own destiny\u201d thing. I can\u2019t count the number of times I\u2019ve \u201ccaptained\u201d myself right into a big mess \u2013 a mess that God rescued me from when I finally surrendered my willfulness.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve learned most of my lessons the hard way \u2013 by making lots of mistakes. As poet Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote, \u201cIt\u2019s not true that life is one damn thing after another \u2026 it\u2019s one damn thing over and over.\u201d<\/p>\n I live in Los Angeles, not far from Hollywood. So I often think of Life as one big epic show being acted out on the world stage. God is the Director \u2013 not me. I am just an actor in this production and my job is to play my part as best I can. I may get to ad lib or improvise a little now and then, but I must remember that I am not running the show. I don\u2019t get to write the script for the other actors, nor do I get to tell them how to play their parts. My only job is to perform my role with every bit of talent and skill that I can muster.<\/p>\n On those occasions when I forget who I am and try to slip into the Director\u2019s chair, the results are always disastrous. The other actors rebel and refuse to do what I tell them. People get upset \u2026 and I get upset, too. The production never goes how I think it should.<\/p>\n But then God taps me on the shoulder and suddenly I remember who I am \u2013 just an actor who let her ego get in the way, forgetting her proper role in the show called Life. So I climb down out of the Director\u2019s chair, humbled and chastened by my utter failure at calling the shots.<\/p>\n God must laugh and shake His head. One of these days you\u2019ll learn, sweetheart,<\/em> He must be thinking. He never scolds or punishes me \u2013 He just lets me learn by my own experience, no matter how many times it takes.<\/p>\n My dad may have trained me to be a pilot, but God is training me as His co-pilot. The world (and my life) run perfectly \u2026 as long as I remember who\u2019s in charge.<\/p>\n **********************<\/p>\n BJ Gallagher’s new book is <\/em>