Opposite him an enormous map of the world took up the whole wall. Brightly coloured tapes streaked here and there, joyfully indicating the different flight routes. Passing time, Max sought out his flight home. To his horror, the tape reached out limply from Mumbai… looped, unhinged… and plunged head first into the blue oblivion of the Indian Ocean.

He scanned the rest of the map, searching for other broken tapes.

There were none, only his flight was apparently doomed.

That’s your sign.

Just imagine.

You are sitting on that plane and you hear the static as the microphone is turned on.

“This is the captain speaking – there is no cause for concern, we are merely encountering a minor technical difficulty…”

Imagine the chill through your body –

Mate… if that happens…

You won’t be able to say you weren’t warned!

He sat there riveted by the broken tape –

Think about it.

No – he didn’t want to think about it.

He’d already thought about it!

He’d made up his mind!

He was going home – wasn’t he? Surely this wasn’t the kind of sign sadhus were interested in. This was just a bit of broken tape, a minor maintenance issue.

Exactly, just what causes planes to crash.

But…

Imagine how you’ll feel when the fuselage begins to vibrate.

Imagine the moment, just before impact, when you know you are going to have to answer to…

Max was boxed between the fear of starving to death if he stayed in India and, even worse, suddenly and violently coming face to face with God – a God you would have just turned your back on.

Think about it.