I was taken back by this encounter, and reminded of my own long service as a pilot here in Africa. For 13 years I was the messenger. I certainly can’t remember all the people and places and boxes in the cargo pod. But I wonder now how many of those trips played a small part in someone’s redemption story.
It’s always interesting to get State Department travel warnings about the place you find yourself living in. But this has been the case for much of our last 16 years, and occasionally we have to come to terms with it all over again.
Our media team said goodbye to one of our families this week, as they soon after moved back to America. But those friendships are sealed: With love and life, and vivid memories of adventures like these.
There are probably hundreds of manly pursuits that can offer access to these kinds of discipleship opportunities. Do the young men wallowing in the pews of the Western church ever hear about these? What about those who visit a mission agency website? Are they discovering a place of radical surrender where their vocation, and God’s heart for the nations, meet?