Stories
Great Circle Route
This was not a path I would have charted. It started with a shudder, a muffled bang, then silence. Oil pressure dropped to zero. A red light flashed. Engine failure. Gliding to the sand below.
How did this lead to a missions conference that touched a literacy program in the desert? Only God’s route would have connected so many people together across vast distances.
Nostalgia
Nostalgia. What exactly does that word mean? I used to think it was just something “old” people felt, when thinking about the past.
A Walk in My Shoes
BJ & Chulu
Dr. Jill
Even in Death
Hauling Salt
Not a “Normal” Flight
30 knots…50 knots…70 knots… The Cessna Caravan’s Air Speed Indicator kept climbing as she sped down the runway, gathering speed for takeoff. At the controls, AIM AIR pilot Ken pulled back on the yoke and the plane lifted off into the cold morning air.
Biscotti Joe
AIM AIR pilot Joe Batchelder glanced at the GPS display on the dashboard in the cockpit of his Cessna 208 Caravan. Nearly three-quarters of an hour into the flight from Nairobi, the screen showed that he was around forty miles from his destination- a region in Eastern Kenya.
“Imagine you live just on the edge of Nowhere. It’s an arid, semi-desert, dust-bowl in dry season; a boot-removing, wheel-stopping, muddy quagmire in rainy season. The “roads” are glorified footpaths, taking 4 hours in a 4×4 to get to the nearest “town”. Out here, the drone of an aircraft engine and the sight of a blue and white plane lifts a weary soul.”
—Scott (South Sudan)