Fixin' my frisson.

Frisson in grace is not only good, but expected of all Christians who even partially understand the grandeur of God's grace. Mine, however, seem to be backwards. Recently my frissons have come in the relatively small, peripheral graces, but have woefully waned in the monumental, life saving, eternally significant graces.
I hate flying. I'd rather take a few bullets to the chest, or have my face deep fried. Today, I had to fly from Redding in northern California down to Ontario. It was only an hour flight, but I was still dreading it. Once our wheels hit the ground in Ontario, I breathed a deep sigh of relief and immediately started thanking God for the grace of continued physical life, and had a moment of great frisson. Obviously, this is a good thing.
Since then, my mind has been mulling over the greater graces I've been given. I definitely have my moments of frisson when my mind's eye has been focused on our Redeemer's propitiating work, but they are too few and far between for my comfort. True, I may never be satisfied with my emotional reactions to the redemptive work of Christ on this side of heaven, but I think there is still a massive amount of room for improvement. For, all things considered, what is a safe landing compared to eternal bliss? My frissons should reflect the difference.


P.s. I learned a new word today. Can you guess what it is?