Say something profound

Hi out there,

We're new to blogging here and so the challenge to wow you, our valued reader, daunteth.

But here goes:

We're at the airport in Eugene, Oregon, waiting for a flight. I'm looking out the window and I see airplanes parked on the grass in front of a building. They've obviously been placed there as monuments of some kind. It reminds me of Russia, where every community seems to have its own MIG-on-a-Stick; a remnant of some past war in which that particular model fought, I guess.

But I wonder, Isn't that plane worth more in scrap than its value as landscaping? Aluminium isn't so cheap these days.

Yet for some reason we humans like monuments and are willing to forego possible benefits so that we can hang on to some past glory...

Apply those words to our work of reaching a lost world with the message that God, with huge gladness, accepts those who come to him in Christ's name and you get the profoundness I was going for.

Well, that said, we are on our way to Montana and Idaho for a tour of churches. We get to spend some time, just Kim and I, in Red Lodge, MT, getting ready for our speaking dates. We're going to attempt to do the job, not in the style of Missions-as-it-was-in-the-50s but to take into account the great involvement of local churches as they send their own members to do the work which they used to leave to the professionals. It will help that during one of those speaking dates I'll be in the hometown (Lewiston, Montana)of one of the 5 guys killed by Auca indians in Equador, in the '50s. They were some of the first missionaries to use that innovative tool, the airplane, to get the job done.

That's kind of dedication which led to innovation is more than a monument; it represents a living example of us at our best.

That's it for the first one. Thanks for reading.

Jerry