As for me, I get down to see Sudan as God does from time to time. It is a rare privilege to walk with some of the Christians here when I do, and always a joy to have a few scruffy, smiling children at my heels. Once you have walked here, it never does look the same again from the air.
These were my teammates at AIM AIR, some of the best men I’ve ever known. What struck me standing there was not so much the satisfaction in watching them, but the privilege in being counted among them.
Tired, cold, and eyes full of wonder, I thought about ol’ Ludwick and me. What we had in common was more than coming to Africa or preaching the good news. What we had was perhaps a moment in time when we had both looked upon this same mountain, 159 years apart, and saw the handiwork of a mighty God.