The drive home from work in Kampala. 

The drive home from work in Kampala. 

Morning in the hangar. I spent last week in Kampala doing an engine change for one of our 206s.

Morning in the hangar. I spent last week in Kampala doing an engine change for one of our 206s.

this reminds me of Congo

Behold, the LORD’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save,

or his ear dull, that it cannot hear;

but your iniquities have made a separation

between you and your God,

and your sins have hidden his face from you

so that he does not hear.

For your hands are defiled with blood

and your fingers with iniquity;

your lips have spoken lies;

your tongue mutters wickedness.

No one enters suit justly;

no one goes to law honestly;

they rely on empty pleas, they speak lies,

they conceive mischief and give birth to iniquity.

They hatch adders’ eggs;

they weave the spider’s web;

he who eats their eggs dies,

and from one that is crushed a viper is hatched.

Their webs will not serve as clothing;

men will not cover themselves with what they make.

Their works are works of iniquity,

and deeds of violence are in their hands.

Their feet run to evil,

and they are swift to shed innocent blood;

their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity;

desolation and destruction are in their highways.

The way of peace they do not know,

and there is no justice in their paths;

they have made their roads crooked;

no one who treads on them knows peace.

Therefore justice is far from us,

and righteousness does not overtake us;

we hope for light, and behold, darkness,

and for brightness, but we walk in gloom.

We grope for the wall like the blind;

we grope like those who have no eyes;

we stumble at noon as in the twilight,

among those in full vigor we are like dead men.

We all growl like bears;

we moan and moan like doves;

we hope for justice, but there is none;

for salvation, but it is far from us.

For our transgressions are multiplied before you,

and our sins testify against us;

for our transgressions are with us,

and we know our iniquities:

transgressing, and denying the LORD,

and turning back from following our God,

speaking oppression and revolt,

conceiving and uttering from the heart lying words.

Justice is turned back,

and righteousness stands far away;

for truth has stumbled in the public squares,

and uprightness cannot enter.

Truth is lacking,

and he who departs from evil makes himself a prey.

The LORD saw it, and it displeased him

that there was no justice.

(Isaiah 59:1-15 ESV)

It’s the beginning of the rainy, or at least a foretaste of it. Either way it’s been raining this last week, which is very nice with regards to keeping the Bunia dust away, and it also adds a new dimension to the flying. Now there’s clouds and rain storms to dodge. I like it.

It’s the beginning of the rainy, or at least a foretaste of it. Either way it’s been raining this last week, which is very nice with regards to keeping the Bunia dust away, and it also adds a new dimension to the flying. Now there’s clouds and rain storms to dodge. I like it.

When any community deteriorates, the blame should be attached where it belongs: not to the community which is going bad but to the church which is failing in its responsibility as salt to stop it going bad. And the salt will be effective only if it permeates society, only if Christians learn again the wide diversity of divine callings, and if many penetrate deeply into secular society in order to serve Christ there.
John Stott