Yapil was my last stop of the day…a day that felt a bit like
driving the city bus. I’d been to the
mountain villages of Kosarek, Nipsan, Omban, Okbap, and now finally Yapil. At these stops I gradually collected the team
of guys that has been working on the Ketengban Old Testament translation. As I started the airplane in Yapil, it dawned
on me: I’ve got all the eggs in this
basket. Lord, we’re always dependent on you for safety, but this would be particularly devastating to lose this group of guys.
As I thought about that flight, bringing the entire OT team
out to Sentani for a couple weeks of checking their drafts with their translation consultant, I was struck by how tenuous this whole thing is. Suspended 10,000 feet up in an empty sky, a
single engine pulling a pair of wings over a seemingly endless stretch of
impenetrable rain forest…it was easy to feel incredibly vulnerable. All our eggs in a fragile aluminum
basket.
This endeavor of reaching the remotest parts of the earth
with the Good News of Jesus feels just like that most of the time: ridiculously fragile. The only way this work will ever succeed is
if God undergirds it, protects it, and prospers it. But it is His
work and it
will bear fruit.
The Ketengban Team
had a great session of checking and the Old Testament should be finished early
next year.
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