It’s been almost a month since I left the states for another
year in Bolivia. Time at home went by too quickly. I was not sure of my return
to Bolivia, but the Lord provided the funds and the transportation. After
communicating with David, we worked out a plan to fly the Twin Comanche loaded
with much needed supplies for the TV station and other projects along the way. Accompanying me would be Jesse Walker, an ER
doctor with a heart for the mission field.
After driving down from Michigan to Collegedale TN, we
picked up the cargo and headed to Peachtree, Georgia where the Twin Comanche
was being worked on. We departed late in the evening with a fuel stop in
Florida and an all night flight to Puerto Rico. We again fueled and continued
on to Georgetown, Guyana while making a drop-off in Grenada. We spent the
weekend with DJ and Jodi Knott in Guyana. Long time friends and missionary
partners in Bolivia, it was good to see what they were up to in this strange
country. I had the opportunity to visit Bethany Missionary College and saw the
work being done to complete a hanger and house that sits next to the runway.
Saying our goodbyes in Guyana, we departed later that night
for the longest leg of the trip. 1100 miles and 8.5 hours of flying over Brazil
in order to make daybreak in Guayaramerien, Bolivia, the small border town near
our school. Once in Bolivia I started to feel right at home. A short 3.5 hour
flight and we were in Santa Cruz, thankful to have the long journey behind us
and hopefully get some much needed rest.
But, as a missionary pilot in Bolivia you are soon called
into action. There had been no airplane in country for over two months, so I
found myself making multiple flights. The roads up north are nearly impassible
with all the rain, making flying the only way to get students and teachers to
the schools. I soon fell back into the rythem of things. God has been good. No
serious issues with the airplane and descent weather for this time of year.
In other news, we were able to move the C-182 Turbo from El
Trompillo airport, where we were paying for hanger space, to a nearby air strip
where we have our other two airplanes. The Lord had blessed us with friends
that allow us to keep our airplanes next to their’s free of charge. With the
help of Steve Wilson, who is newly married and some elbow grease from David
Gates we were able to get the airplane back to flying status. Now all it needs
is permission to fly. By the way, this was the airplane that had the propeller
stolen off it. The Lord has been good, and we learned a valuable lesson after
that ordeal.
Construction continues on the grounds of the TV station.
Three houses are in different stages of construction. Water lines are being put
in place for future buildings and a TV antenna is being put up later this month
to continue the transmission of the TV channel here in Santa Cruz. As you can
see there is progress everywhere. David Gates is now dedicating more time to Bolivia
projects and well as the aviation side of things. We all hope to see these
airplanes doing the work God intended them to do very soon. We have some very
anxious pilots awaiting to help me with the flying load around here.
With all this positive news you sometimes also get some bad
news. Last Friday I made an emergency flight for a missionary who has worked at
the school in Guyarra for many years. She was 5 months pregnant and having
complications. She and her husband requested to be flown down to Santa Cruz to
get better medical attention. Unfortunately by the time they got here it was
too late and they lost the baby. Even though that was a hit close to home, we
continue forward doing our best to help those in need including our own.
This week I continue to makes flight to the school. I have a
trip to Brazil early next week and a flight back to the states in two weeks, where
I will load the airplane and make another journey south full of supplies. I feel
blessed to be using my talents in the Lords work. Please remember Bolivia in
your prayers. I will try to update you more frequently as some friends have
told me that I don’t write often enough. Until next time.
