A busy Saturday in Lesotho
Story and photos by MAF pilot Joe Adams in Lesotho My phone buzzes at 5:27 a.m. on a Saturday morning. As the on-call pilot, I
Story and photos by MAF pilot Joe Adams in Lesotho My phone buzzes at 5:27 a.m. on a Saturday morning. As the on-call pilot, I
Regina and I flew a Cessna 172 from Nampa to Cottonwood, Idaho, for a short Valentine’s retreat. The weather forecasts proved accurate—clear skies for our
Early morning desert air. The crisp, need-a-jacket kind of air. Sky bright, but the hangar and scattered mesquite trees still cast long shadows. Preflight done.
The war shut down almost everything. Our host country, Ecuador, and its neighbor, Peru, fought over a portion of their common boundary. Understandably, the Ecuadorian
Pebbles scratched the paint. Bigger rocks just turned over in the propeller blast. But golf- to baseball-sized stones pounded the tail of my airplane. Couldn’t
Landmines are usually something one would try to avoid. But recently I met people who look for them on purpose! They are often on their
Medical evacuation flights really hurt during my first term. Once turned loose with an airplane in the jungle, I felt I had to be both
As the newest pilot on MAF’s Ecuador program in the late 1980s, advancing God’s Kingdom excited me. Yet, a hold-over from commercial pilot culture still
The security situation where we live degraded last week, here in Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of the Congo. It’s all “part of doing business” for overseas missionaries,
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