When God resides we stop and meditate upon the truths of his precepts.
Sharp and at the ready.
Yesterday’s flight to the Petén was delayed a couple hours due to heavy fog. When the tower finally cleared everyone to taxi we made it to zero-one before everyone else, but had to wait for all the airlines to take off first. We allowed probably fifteen aircraft to take off before we were finally cleared.
Years ago a MAM pilot tried to take off, realized it wasn’t going to work, and tried to abort –only to go past the end of the runway and over the side of a cliff. Miraculously everyone survived (a tree caught them). This is a picture of the fuselage of that airplane… and in the second picture our current mission pilot tries heroically to get it off the ground.
Soft and glorious with a gilded sun dropping into the western reaches of the horizon. It’s here high above the clouds that we touch the very edges of space, yet our eyes take in with awe not what lies above, but rather the splendor of this middle earth.
*As I write we’re closing in on a final descent into Guatemala City. It’s been a good furlough!