We have been in a state of "lock-down" on our compound today, in the heart of Nairobi. Black smoke is billowing above the treetops just a block or two away. Read More...

Baby Jesus lost an arm this Christmas. I heard the telltale sound of ceramic and fireplace brick colliding at our mantle downstairs. A speedy investigation caught the culprits red-handed – our four-year-old clutching the bed of hay (minus the baby) and his little neighbor friend with a helpless little lamb in his grip. Read More...

Through the eyes of a pilot and a plane, these years have offered a window into what God is doing here. And they have revealed His purposes in us amid the process – through the uncertain moments, the heart-stopping, the heart-wrenching, and the glorious. Read More...

As I raised the flaps and gently curled the airplane around a ridge, I tuned the HF radio just in time to get a call from Nairobi. Read More...

There's something beautiful about a Cessna airplane tucked back into the edge of the rain forest at the end of narrow airstrip in the middle of Congo. And I found the people there beautiful too. The station in this remote outpost has been without missionaries for many years. And despite their struggles, I found that the church was still shining brightly. Read More...

I don't know how much to hold back in this life of faith. I've got kids to think about. I've got responsibilities... I need some kind of safety-net in case God isn't sovereign after-all, just in case providence is an empty idea... isn't that really what I'm thinking? Man, I thought the flying was going to be more challenging than the writing. Read More...

Sometimes it looks more like they are preparing for war instead of rebuilding a country. Recent developments in Sudan confirm this observation, and are discouraging to see. Read More...

When Renee and I arrived to Africa ten years ago, some of my first few flights were to eastern Congo. That route was soon after shut down as the region descended into yet another war. So, I have only known the place to be a mess. Read More...

September marks the beginning of AIM's On-Field Media Ministry, which I hope you already know some about from our previous letters. Myself, along with two others, are now in the throws of developing a viable ministry model for this new department, and looking forward to jumping in with the actual work. Read More...

An afternoon with a bunch of crippled children sure does make you smile. Read More...

Monday morning... Renee and the kids joined me and two other missionary families for a very informal dedication of the new Media Ministry Office. Read More...

My job switched, in an instant, from being the hero of the day to simply being human again. Read More...

I have come to appreciate the moments suspended in Africa's wild blue. There God draws me to the sidelines of the battle, whispers encouragement, and nudges me back into the fray. Read More...

I arrived overhead Mariel Bai airstrip last Saturday, the culmination of a 569 mile trip. It is truly impossible to get there any other way but by airplane - especially now at the lively beginning of rainy season in Sudan. Read More...

Take the expert opinion of a five-year-old if you want to know what a great mom is. Read More...

I flew my airplane well today, helping these folks get the most out of their day, and giving them safe transit over rough country and around some pretty menacing weather. It was a short trip and not much work really, but I knew that I had helped move the Suba Bible a little bit further along, and with it, the growing church on Mfangano. Read More...

I imagined this is the sort of thing God looked upon when he declared his creation "good." Read More...

I picked yp Billy in Akot, buckled him into the copilots seat so we could chat over the headsets, and ran the preflight checklist. Sitting side by side in the muffled silence before start, sweat literally pouring down our faces, he blurted out a "hallelujah!" I had thought about a lot of things that day so far, frustrations piling up as they tend to do, but I hadn't thought about spilling out a word of praise. Billy never seems to stop doing it. Read More...

I turned half around in the copilot's seat and ended up spending half an hour or so learning about the man behind me, a former "Lost Boy" from Sudan, named Panther Bior. As he told me his remarkable story, I thought I ought to write about his first flight home. Read More...

Next time I find her on my plane, I might just give her a hug. Read More...

He summed up his testimony unlike any I had ever heard. "God saved me from a lion. And then, he saved me from my sins." I thought he had a pretty good idea what it meant to be rescued. Read More...

My day started with grasshoppers. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands perhaps. When it rains in the desert, the earth comes alive. And it did last night. A short burst of gentle rain just hours before my pre-dawn preflight brought a small plague of critters with it. Read More...

The land is so tortured and pained itself, it almost seems fitting that I should be in agony as I fly over it. Read More...

A good start to mid-life despite the lack of an Audi TT in the driveway. Read More...