Sunday, July 1, 2012

LOL Dreamers

"The most effective way to do it, is to do it."

     Amelia Earhart was the 16th woman to be licensed as a pilot. Her first encounter with aviation at the age of 20 scared her enough to spark a passion she would never shake. Following in Charles Lindbergh's footsteps she was the first woman to fly across the Atlantic. Not to be outdone by a man, Amelia was the first person to fly the Pacific crossing from Hawaii to California. Amelia realized something most of us never fully grasp. John Maxwell once wrote, "If you tell someone your dream and they don’t laugh, it’s not big enough.” Earhart understood this even when laughing and full blown concern were well warranted. Exactly 75 years ago today, Amelia Earhart went missing over the Pacific about three quarters of the way through her infamous circumnavigation attempt.



"For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain."
~Philippians 1:21


     God has given each of us a passion. Maybe it's an idea barely formulated, or perhaps it's that 'talent' you've kept buried for 20 years. The Lord has given me flying as a vehicle to bring him glory and bring his gospel to the nations. Whatever yours may be, never hesitate to imagine it being brought to fruition. A dreamer imagines what could be. A visionary dares to believe it's possible.



"I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit. Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God's love and keep you strong. And may you have the power to understand, as all God's people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. Glory to him in the church and in Christ Jesus through all generations forever and ever! Amen."
~Ephesians 3:16-21



"There's more to life than being a passenger"

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Straight A's

  This week I completed the first of five semesters I need to earn my Airframe and Powerplant license. A hefty 26 credit-hour semester and I earned straight A's! These six classes were divided into two 8-week segments:

  • Maintenance Regulations
  • Applied Sciences
  • Aviation Math
  • Aviation Physics
  • Aircraft Electricity
  • Airframe Structures


Part of our electricity requirements were to construct a multimeter. We followed the schematic on the breadboard and progressed to solder the resistors, diodes, and capacitor onto the circuit board. We later had to use the multimeter we spent 8 weeks working on to measure voltage, current, and resistance on a practical exam at the end of the semester. With the best score in the class I got a perfect 105.


If I have yet to impress you then I am inclined to deal the killing blow:
Physics Final=100
Math Final=100
Aircraft Structures Final=100
Electricity Final=100


"You are to do good works as zealously as if you were to be saved
by your good works, and you are to trust in the merits of Christ as though you had done nothing at all."
~Charles Spurgeon

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Under Construction

No, I'm not closing or moving my blog. But it, like many facets of life, is constantly changing, growing, and maturing. We tend to view these changes in stages, but often the motion never stops.

The first 8 weeks of this semester I was afforded the opportunity to grow in many ways. Particularly in learning the founding principles of aviation maintenance including aircraft drawings, tools, hardware, metal characteristics, fluid lines, corrosion control, metal inspection, airport ground operations, aircraft weight and balance, and FAA regulations for mechanics. While I at least have an aviation background, some of my classmates have never even flown before. Needless to say, there was a lot of learning going on. The forebode half-semester-long project called the turnbuckle tool made many wonder if we would pass.


After making an aluminum template (I remember when I thought that was hard!) we hack sawed aluminum bar stock to have enough material to make two of what's pictured above (the second is on the other end of the cable). We then proceeded to saw and file and cut and file and drill and file. We swaged the fork fitting to aircraft control cable and then proceeded to file some more. It was a long process and there were a TON of aluminum shavings (I don't think my pinky will ever look the same). Drill holes, thread them, and then the sanding. By the time I was done with it you couldn't see any of the scratches in the picture above. I was second to last of my classmates to finish and my instructor says, "are you ready to gold plate it yet?" I graciously declined. But at least now if I ever find myself needing repairs on a jungle airstrip I can fabricate a turnbuckle tool from bamboo and swage it with coconuts! All I need is a drill, oh yeah, and a file. Just like this aircraft part, my classes progressed slowly yet steadily. First from learning how to write my ABC's and draw (not kidding) but eventually ending in fabricating a finely polished part. This is to say I earned all A's in my first 8 weeks (11 credits) of classes in the Aircraft Maintenance Technology program. Now on to 12 more credits of Electricity, Aviation Math, Physics, and Aircraft Structures.

Suddenly, I'm thrown back to square one. A new set of classes and electricity isn't something in which I have a strong background. But really, changing classes doesn't mean I've stopped growing. Sure it's a new stage, new material, but progress is still made in these moments where I feel like I've hit a brick wall. Many of us feel bound to the similar "Rollercoaster Christianity." Mission trips, summer camps, and retreats make us feel like Moses's, David's, and Paul's. Then a few weeks later we're Judas's, Herod's, and Saul's. There were times when filing down that aluminum block felt like watching a pot try to boil. The times I didn't see any progress  were the times I felt the most sore. Yet it's in these times of greatest spiritual difficulty we most need to press on.

Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.
~Romans 5:3-4

God granted Nehemiah the cry of his heart to rebuild Jerusalem, but he began with no more than rubble. But what an exciting time that is! Any new convert, though, can tell you it doesn't take long for life's pressures to cast shadows over a celebration. In fact, Nehemiah endured extreme ridicule, "What they are building--if even a fox climbed up on it, he would break down their wall of stones!" (Nehemiah 4:3). They finished half the wall when plots spread of Jerusalem's enemies attacking to stop the construction. Half the men were put to guard duty and the rest worked with one hand while holding a weapon in the other! Talking about inefficiency. But the point is, they kept working.

Nehemiah's Prayer: "Now strengthen my hands."

After 52 days of ridicule, threat, and intimidation, they finally finished the wall (my turnbuckle tool didn't take that long). Sometimes our spiritual walk seems to find a low point, a stand-still, a virtual doldrum. Don't deny God's invisible hand in these moments gently helping you along. There were several days I thought I would never finish my turnbuckle tool, but it ended up a polished gem. Remember, our spiritual journey is a race, not a rollercoaster. The key is to Keep Moving Forward.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.
~Hebrews 12:1

Under Construction implies the process is continuing. We learn, we grow, some times faster than others, but mercy abounds.
If your Faith is UNDER CONSTRUCTION, let it be just that.

Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
~James 1:2-4

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

JAARS Pilot Reaches the Moi Tribe

JAARS pilot Nate Gordon shares a time when he was able to share "The Redeemer" with the Moi tribe. I previously introduced the Moi tribe in my blog in a short film documentary capturing the moment they heard and understood the salvation message. Credit for this article goes to JAARS and Nate Gordon but I thought it worth sharing a pilot's testimony of the minstry to the Moi people in Indonesia.


Credit to JAARS: http://www.jaars.org/stories/two-murderers


Two Murderers

Final approach to Daboto is always an edge-of-your-seat affair. The short shelf of dirt rushes up at me at 75 miles an hour. Clouds on my left block the escape route. I’m committed to land.
Lord, help me not to bend this thing ... especially in front of all these people.
Seems like well over 100 Moi people have converged on the Daboto airstrip this morning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen more than 20 here before.
Stepping out of the airplane, I see Rich and Karen walking up the airstrip. Funny, their feet don’t seem to be touching the ground. They are beaming. “What’s with all the people?” I ask.
“God is doing an amazing thing among the Moi!” says Rich with a face-splitting grin.
After years of language learning and preparation, the missionaries among the Moi were finally able to begin their chronological teaching through the Scriptures. They started with the creation story and were moving through the narratives to end up at the resurrection of Christ. People had come from all the far-flung hamlets of the Moi territory, some hiking five days to get there.
The initial plan was to have teaching sessions five days a week. Soon after beginning, though, the Moi insisted that the storying be done six days a week ... and they refused to return to their hamlets to tend their gardens and get food.
The people were literally going hungry so that they could hear the Good News.
On the day I arrived, they were finishing up the teaching of the Law ... and the Moi were profoundly convicted of their sins and convinced that they stood under God’s judgment. They were urgently pushing the process forward so that they could get to the part about the promised Redeemer they kept hearing mentioned in the stories.
“Nate, we’ve got all the people here, and I don’t think any of them understand why you came to them with the others in that first helicopter 10 years ago, and I don’t think they have a clue why you keep coming back here. Would you share your story with them so that they might understand what drives you?” Rich puts me on the spot.
Backtrack to the year 2000. I’m standing in a small clearing in the rainforest, high on a ridge in Moi territory, without another human being in sight. An hour earlier we’d gingerly dropped out of a helicopter onto a knife-edge ridge that a lightning strike and fire had cleared of trees. I’m waiting for my GPS to pick up a satellite fix. The rest of the team has hiked ahead, slowly clearing a path on a compass heading that we hope will someday turn into an airstrip to reach the Moi.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I sense that I am not alone.
I turn to find that a Moi man has crept up behind me without me ever hearing the slightest snap of a twig. I am the first outsider, the first white man Piato has ever seen. Now as I stand at the top of the Daboto airstrip, in a crowd of Moi, I turn and find, once again, that Piato is standing right behind me. I put my arm around this warrior, and my heart begins to speak while Rich translates into Moi.
“Some of you have murdered.” An image of Piato finishing off one of his wives with an axe flashes across my mind. “I have not killed. But I have hated others in my heart, and the Redeemer has said that I am guilty of murder—I lacked only the axe.”
One murderer embracing another, I continued.
“My heart was black, and I stood under the judgment of the Creator. But I have met the Redeemer, and He has paid my penalty for murder and washed my heart clean. This is why I have come. This is why I keep coming back. So that you also may meet this Redeemer and have Him carry off your sins ... that you may walk with Him in the light.”
I released Piato and picked up a tiny little boy at my feet, buck naked. Made in the image of the living God.
“I have come also because I have a dream that this little boy will be part of the first generation of Moi to grow up in the light, free from the constant fear and oppression of the evil spirits. The Redeemer will give you victory over the evil spirits. Please, listen to the stories and follow the Redeemer when you meet Him.”
Praise the Lord. The word we continue to hear out of Daboto is that the vast majority of the Moi are embracing Jesus and breaking free from bondage to evil spirits. The Light has come!
Watch testimonies of Moi people who committed their lives to Christ as a result of these teaching sessions. (Filmed by missionaries from New Tribes Mission, which helps plant churches among unreached people groups.)
Read more about Nate's first contact with the Moi in "Getting There" ( Rev. 7, Spring 2006, pages 4–6).

—Nate Gordon and his wife, Sheri, have served with our aviation partner YAJASI in Papua, Indonesia, since 1997. Read more on his blog, Off the Path.

Credit to JAARS: http://www.jaars.org/stories/two-murderers

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Crossing the Rift


I would like to sit
And ruminate...
on the vast endlessness__________________________________ of the deep blue skies
It seems you could easily (hold) that which (surrounds) EVERYthing you've ever seen
The intangible creates a looooonging to somehow grasp the skies that sep-
arate us from space
But if I could cross the ||rift||
that keeps us on the ground, then we could freely SOAR the pristine air
T-h-e     u-b-i-q-u-i-t-o-u-s     s-k-i-e-s     s-t-r-e-c-h     a-c-r-o-s-s     t-h-e     e-a-r-t-h.
However, the GRAVITY of earth is intransigent and will not baRgAiN with me
Nothing I proffer interests him
But when I finally diss~~emble the %barrier%, we could              float              amongst the clouds
No cynicism[sp] could pull me _down_
The *c*r*y*p*t*i*c* flight of the bird has ??baffled?? men for centruies, but not until now, has it been

FOUND

I wrote this poem when I was 15, three years after I was called to be a pilot and a year and a half before I passed the Private Pilot Written Exam.