Threatening clouds darkened the horizon as small drops of rain trickled down the car windshield. My eyes continue to follow the mountain line scanning for a safe passage when my wife voice punctures the tensions, “did you remember the food?”. There was no time to return home now, so we offered a quick prayer and pulled into a gas station. Between us we had about 9 dollars and after selecting enough bread and peanut butter for two days we continued to the airport.
This weekend marked the culmination of years of prayer and months of preparation for our first flight with the newly formed Lesotho Flying Pastors. The LFP is a group of Basotho pastors and churches representing 6 denominations traveling together to share Jesus and a powerful example of church unity. “We may have small differences between us”, it was stated in a meeting, “but Christ is bigger than those differences and people need to see that.”.
Small sun beams reflected off the metallic airplane skin while the last member of the LFP was loaded into the small Cessna aircraft. Although the mountains were still black, the weather was improving. A beautiful Sesotho prayer prepared our journey before the 6 cylinder engine was brought to life. Slowly puttering during the taxi, the throttle moved forward to produce a massive roar and the aircraft call sign “7P-CMO” was airborne. Oscar, as we call her, is used to saving lives as an air ambulance, but today we hoped to penetrate the vast mountains to bring spiritual transformation to the most isolated.