A trip around the world provides a reminder of the global nature of communion.

By Bobby Ross Jr. | The Christian Chronicle

PORT VILA, Vanuatu — I forgot what day it was.

I was tired — exhausted, actually — when I landed thousands of miles from home after roughly 30 hours of travel.

I had ventured around the globe to report on a mission effort, yet I had somehow failed to acknowledge the Lord’s Day.

Here’s what happened: On a recent Friday night, I boarded the longest flight of my life. The plane left Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport at 9:15 p.m.

After 17 hours in the air, I landed in Sydney, Australia, roughly 8,500 miles away. Sydney is, coincidentally, 17 hours ahead of Texas time, so I arrived in the land down under — my first time in the Outback, not counting steakhouses — at 7:15 a.m. Sunday.

And I still had several hours to wait before my afternoon connecting flight to this South Pacific island nation. That wait became longer when my scheduled flight was delayed for a few hours. And then delayed again.

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This column appears in the January edition of The Christian Chronicle.