A Malaysian flight MH370  has been missing for more than six weeks. The plane which took off March 8, 2014 was carrying 12 Malaysian crew members and 227 passengers from 14 nations.

They all remained unaccounted for.

And the search party has been multinational – involving Malaysia, Indonesia, Australia, China, United States, United Kingdom and twenty other countries in the greatest plane hunt in history.

It's no holds barred. The 26 countries involved in the search have contributed  to a total of nearly 60 ships and 50 aircraft.

Satellites have been tuned in for focus on the pacific, submarines comb the ocean floor, and military aircraft hover the ocean in a stubborn defiance over hopelessness.

Straining their ears to hear even the faintest signal from a black box.

The world cannot believe that a machine weighing about 299,370 kilograms, carrying people who all carry gadgets, watched by radars could  simply vanish - vapour-style.

And armed with this belief, six nations were giving their all, striving, believing, pushing themselves and their artificial elements to find wreckage – and confirm our  worst fears.

God had been here too, you know? He could feel the feeling of the nations. Their fright-less search resonated with Him. He had been there before.

The whole of mankind was one big missing flight. We climbed into a huge plane called man’s will and set off into the world armed with the radar of our own senses and a black box called intellectualism. There was no way we could miss it in life – or so we thought.

And although we do not know what happened to Flight MH370, we know that this particular flight,  Man’s Will crashed.

"All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; Isaiah 53:6

Crashed into a life of sin evidenced by death, danger, disease, despair and delusion. Death is one of the most illogical conclusions of life and of indeed anything.

One of the greatest signs that a man could be found dead was that he thought that God was dead – non-existent. The sunken blackbox could not communicate with the radar and so the black box thought  the radar was dead.

Poor black box. Poor man.

But God had a plan.

"He saw that there was no one, he was appalled that there was no one to intervene; so his own arm achieved salvation for him, and his own righteousness sustained him". Isaiah 59:16

He christened a magnificent search party called Jesus armed with the satellite images of you, provided by the Holy Spirit. Never giving up, roaming hostile earth and hostile Jews.

It was a three year search but indeed it had over 2,000 years preparation.

... Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." - Hebrews 12:2

Nobody even really knew what he was searching for. For he had no help. No signal from the blackbox, he broke the result of hopelessness, defeated the unchallenged will of defeat to keep us defeated.

He rejected the announcement from darkness that his search would be fruitless. Working by day, strategizing with heaven by night.

Until one sunny Friday, bloodied on a cross, red sweat in his eyes, peering over a wooden cross, he had his ‘eureka’ moment – “I have found it”, “I found them”, - a flash of uttermost content sparked across his mangled face.

And breathing his last, - he muttered ‘It is finished”.

Some people thought Easter was a bunny. They thought Easter was a creation of bored 1st century folks craving the lure of myths and mysticism. That was the thinking of a dead black box.

You know, almost 25,000 Liverpool fans gathered  three days ago at Anfield  to pay tribute to the 96 Hillsborough victims at a service to mark the 25th anniversary of the disaster.

The day I became alive again was the day called Easter.

Jesus found the dead blackbox called me - and many others - against all odds.He found a wrecked me and retrieved the blackbox - and gave it life again.

"O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? I thank God—through Jesus Christ our Lord!"  Romans 7:24-25.

God had been looking for a Missing Flight Man's Will. And through Jesus Christ, he had found the wreckage.

So it's time to stop thinking the radar doesn't work.  It does. Stop thinking your black box is alive. It is not. And if you can reach this conclusion today, a bright light will shine into your life - and you will find yourself found.

You will come out of the dark recesses of the Indian ocean of sin and meet the thunderous applause of several unseen millions.

Today, we celebrate a one-man mission gone so right. Because his failure offered no substitute.