Okay, so it wasn’t a jet plane, but Friday morning, David,Megan, and I were pumped to get on our flight to Palumpa. Why? Because this
wasn’t any regular flight for us. No commercial jet plane was going to be able
to get us exactly to where we were going.
wet season here and the roads from Darwin to Palumpa are too flooded for anyone to cross.
been keeping up with the blogs. A Salvation Army four seater Cessna. Flown by
an Aussie with a first name every bit as cool as David’s… David. Two Davids in
one small Cessna. Can you believe it? Almost too cool for this plane to get off
the ground.
bit better as the flight progressed.
ministry is called “Flying Padre”, and he travels across the Northern Territory
to the most remote locations doing anything from flying a group of missionaries
to and from their location for the week (meaning us) to performing
wedding/funeral/church services at cattle stations to Christian teaching in
remote schools… you name it, and if he doesn’t do it, then he probably knows
someone who does. He always wanted to be a pilot, and God is letting him do
what he loves to do for the Kingdom.

line up in perfect harmony like that?
scenery was just spectacular, and we (by we, I mean Komboa David and Megan,
because I was on the wrong side of the plane) saw our plane’s shadow on the
clouds below us surrounded by a rainbow.
dreaming. Is this really my life?”
