Tuesday, April 16, 2013

We met Sylvester ...



We met Sylvester…

   …as we went through security together. He seemed scattered. He even left his bags at security to run out the door to find his coat. We watched his bag for him and then stood in line for baggage check-in with him. We started a conversation and he took it from there. He shared what seemed to be his life story. We lost him when he got stuck at the check-in desk, but he found us later and picked up where he left off.
   While we would be waiting for our final flight to Arua, we would have over an hour sitting in the airport.  There was wireless internet available and we hadn’t been able to send much word out yet so we looked forward to the hour we’d have time to do so. God had a different plan. Sylvester needed a friend. So we talked. He even asked to use our computer to send a message to his wife in Ireland. Sure!
    Sylvester had a cool God Story about how he, as a Frenchman, living in Ireland, got a job for a South African company, working in Uganda. It would be his first day on the job and his wife and children were at home until he could bring them there. We blessed each other with our stories of God’s faithfulness and he was encouraged by our interest in him. As we walked the tarmac to the small two engine plane that would take us and 16 other passengers to Arua, Sylvester grew increasingly nervous. The plane had shrunk in his eyes as we grew closer to it. The little plane scared him.  On board, his nerves were worse. 


   Remembering my spell with fear only 3 days previous, I opened my Bible and read a Psalm to him. He calmed noticeably. (Did I mention that the 3 of us sat 2 rows behind the pilots and their bag with the words “Survivor Kit”?) We settled back and enjoyed the ride, until we came down onto the DIRT runway...  There, we thought Sylvester would go into shock...J
 

Are you living in the presence of our mighty God? By the way, the name of the airline was Eagle Air. “…I bore you on eagle’s wings and brought you to Myself…” Exodus 19.

We were in His hands. 

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