Father Dan Reehil

It starts raining.

And I'm like, ugh.

Because I hate the airport.

It's one of the biggest near occasions of temptation I have is to get so angry at the airport.

So I'm just kind of like, okay, what is going on here?

So it's very clear we're going to get there very late.

And so I start thinking I should probably be rescheduling my flight, booking something later.

And I hear the voice say, do you trust me?

And I know it's him.

And I'm like, you know I trust you, but there's a practical side to life too.

Like, you know, if I roll up and the plane's gone, obviously I'm going to miss it.

He goes, do you trust me?

I go, yeah.

He goes, put your phone away.

I'm like, okay, so I'm not going to do the phone thing.

We pull up at 10.30 on the dot at the curb.

I have to go into the airport, up two escalators, get through security, get on a train that takes you over to where the terminal is, and then get to my gate, which is like number 43C or something.

And I'm just like, impossible.

This is never going to happen.

I'm already doubting.