Monday morning... Renee and the kids joined me and two other missionary families for a very informal dedication of the new Media Ministry Office. We sat in a circle on the floor of an unfurnished apartment and prayed together and sang. It was the beginning of a long sought after idea that was mostly hammered out at our dining room table over the past two years - coming together in God's timing. It was pretty neat to see our ministry vision finally launching, and to see how it all fell into place, amazingly, through the lives of three different families. We begin by setting up an office. After that, we begin to tell the stories... of God at work through the missionaries of AIM.

(I will be pitching in part time, still flying two weeks each month with AIM AIR.)

As I sat there this past Monday and thought about what lie ahead, I was pretty excited (and Renee too). And once again, thankful for the work God has placed before us.

Flew a hurried medivac today. Just 40 minutes from the city, to a rural place north of Mt Kenya. The flight was for a stranger. I didn't even know his name - the man who died there beside the plane. My craft and the doctors just a little too late to start his heart again. The medical crew worked furiously to stabilize him, but it was taking too long. I walked away and stared into the hills intermittently between staring into the dirt. My introspection shattered by the anguished cry of a new widow, as she crumbled into the arms of her friends. I felt profoundly sad for her. Prayed for her.

My job switched, in an instant, from being the hero of the day to simply being human again. I loaded this man's body into my airplane as respectfully as possible - purposeful, careful. I tried not to be afraid to touch his purpled, heavy hands as they fell to the floor. Witness to a life that has just left our world, we are hard pressed not to see ourselves there, in the helpless form of a body emptied. Even the police, usually dodgy and difficult, put aside their shenanigans for a moment to reaffirm their solidarity with the fallen human race.

I washed my hands and flew home. We are fearfully and wonderfully made. Somehow one makes the other possible.