Hope Still Floats
For 12 Years, No Airplane had Landed at this Bible-less Village
Vibrant green hues of vast swamplands stand out in defiance to the hazy gray, Southeast Asia sky. Our single-propeller float plane cuts through the mist and starts its descent. Feelings of anxiety and nervousness are replaced with mounting anticipation. In a matter of minutes our exploratory team will step off the plane and into the unknown. Reports indicate that the village below us is unreached and unengaged, with no church presence or any known believers. I ask the Lord again to help us find a person of peace.
With a calculated swoop, our float plane circles over the river which, today, doubles as a runway. As we land, a sea of children and adults swarm to an overcrowded dock. A boisterous chorus of laughter and applause resound when we step off the plane. I am surprised to see person after person in this remote village—completely inaccessible by road or foot—holding up tablets and camera phones to get a photo of the bearded bulai (or white guys). “Where are we?” |