The Trip of a Mission

As the pilot announced our final approach into the airport in Tegucigalpa, we dropped into the thick low clouds covering the region. We could see nothing. We were totally in the hands of God and his hopefully incredibly talented hand picked pilot. We learned that there are only five or six pilots qualified to land a jet of this size into this airport, which is nestled into a valley surrounded by mountains on all four sides. It has one of the shortest runways in the world. Overcast. Windy. Short runway. Mountains. We could see nothing. Yet we were not afraid. We knew we were all where God wanted us to be doing what God wanted us to do.

Suddenly we dropped below the clouds and the ground loomed up at us. We were so close to the ground we could not only identify the cars on the street below us, we could tell what the drivers of the cars were wearing! As the wheels touched the runway and the brakes squealed and the engines reversed, we slowed to the point we knew we were safe. Our faith did not stop us from clapping wildly with relief! As we left the plane, we all thanked our pilot for a safe trip. Ed asked him if it was as good a ride for him as it was for us. He just smiled, and said, "Even better. I don't get to do this every day."

What a great metaphor for our trip. We can't see where our trip will land us. We have faith that the Great Pilot knows our destination and will see to completion of our trip. We don't get to do this every day, but we are going to enjoy every second we are here. To God be the glory!