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For one of my special birthdays I was given a trip in a hot-air balloon. I had to be there early to help drag the flimsy-looking shape into position and then watch as a large blow-lamp affair was used to fill it with hot air.
As it rose higher and higher until it eventually rested only on the ropes holding it back a dozen of us were invited into the basket - a giant structure which I hoped the balloon would lift into the air.
When we were all comfortably standing and had been given some basic safety instructions the ropes were released.
We rose, higher and higher we climbed until the city of Oxford was below us like a giant Lego set.
It is hard to describe the feeling when you are above everything and drifting steadily along with the wind.
We soon left the city and dreamily traveled over the countryside. At one point we passed over a children’s’ playground and could clearly hear the youngsters shouting up to us.
I thought then of how God must feel - somehow being above us, yet able to
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