You guys are the next generation.
Keep fighting the fight.
He gets teary. "His Dad checked the first translation I ever did, the Gospel of Luke."
I get teary.
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| With Klaus |
A few days after they crashed our meeting, Brad flew Klaus and Jerry out to Fayu territory. The reception was enormous, deafening...total Fayu raucousness.
A week later, it's Saturday evening, and my phone is ringing. Jerry is desperately ill, can we pull him out on Sunday? Fayu land is so far from Sentani that we can't round trip it without refueling...but I don't want to have to stop for fuel if Jerry is as bad as I'm being told.
Yajasi makes a difference out here only because we're a team. Tonight, the team comes through. Sony and Jason give up a chunk of their Saturday evening to install the extra fuel tanks under the Porter's wings. In the dark.
It's still dark the next morning when my beat up Landcruiser and I head to the hangar. I'm the last one there. The team is already in high gear. Iput is finishing fueling the under wing tanks. Bekah is on the radio, checking the weather at our destination and will stay and flight follow us all morning. Yafet and Eko are tying down the load and getting the stretcher for me. The team is gung-ho, moving fast and really kicking it getting the airplane ready. I thank the guys profusely for working on a Sunday morning. Quizzical, Yafet looks up from putting away extra cargo straps and asks, earnestly,
These brothers of mine get it much more than I do at times.
An hour and forty-five minutes of seemingly endless rain forest puts me over the village of Dirouw. Moments after landing Klaus is standing at my open cockpit door. His face is wan and strained. I can tell he's been through a tough 24.
"Nate, I am so glad to see you. I am so glad to see you. Yesterday, I thought I lost him. He was totally unresponsive."
We get Jerry on the stretcher. The Fayu chief prays for him.
Four days later I saw Jerry again. This time he was 100% vertical.
Apparently God listens to Fayu chiefs.
A week later, it's Saturday evening, and my phone is ringing. Jerry is desperately ill, can we pull him out on Sunday? Fayu land is so far from Sentani that we can't round trip it without refueling...but I don't want to have to stop for fuel if Jerry is as bad as I'm being told.
Yajasi makes a difference out here only because we're a team. Tonight, the team comes through. Sony and Jason give up a chunk of their Saturday evening to install the extra fuel tanks under the Porter's wings. In the dark.
It's still dark the next morning when my beat up Landcruiser and I head to the hangar. I'm the last one there. The team is already in high gear. Iput is finishing fueling the under wing tanks. Bekah is on the radio, checking the weather at our destination and will stay and flight follow us all morning. Yafet and Eko are tying down the load and getting the stretcher for me. The team is gung-ho, moving fast and really kicking it getting the airplane ready. I thank the guys profusely for working on a Sunday morning. Quizzical, Yafet looks up from putting away extra cargo straps and asks, earnestly,
Isn't this worshiping God?
An hour and forty-five minutes of seemingly endless rain forest puts me over the village of Dirouw. Moments after landing Klaus is standing at my open cockpit door. His face is wan and strained. I can tell he's been through a tough 24.
"Nate, I am so glad to see you. I am so glad to see you. Yesterday, I thought I lost him. He was totally unresponsive."
We get Jerry on the stretcher. The Fayu chief prays for him.
Four days later I saw Jerry again. This time he was 100% vertical.
Apparently God listens to Fayu chiefs.
2 comments:
you just say things so well and give us a picture in words...thank you. Heidi Price
Thank you for hauling out my dad! Old guys rule but sometimes forget their bodies need a little less abuse!! I am proud of his and Klaus's passion. Having been born and raised in Irian until leaving in '81 at the age of 16. Your images and tales stir up lots of memories and emotions. Jesse Reeder.
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