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.
 
That and the fact that we weren’t driving because it’s the
wet season here and the roads from Darwin to Palumpa are too flooded for anyone to cross.
 
I think you already know what plane I’m talking about – if you’ve
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.
 
But it did, and we got to know David – the pilot – a little
bit better as the flight progressed.
 
You see, David is a captain in the Salvation Army. His
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.
 
Isn’t it amazing when your dreams and God’s dreams for you
line up in perfect harmony like that?
 
The flight itself was incredible. Very little turbulence. The
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.
 
I can’t help but think, “Pinch me, because I must be
dreaming. Is this really my life?”
 
In a short answer… yes.