We showed up at the airport in Salt Lake City a full three and half hours before our flight. Our aching shoulders bearing the weight of bags carrying unicycles, ropes, crafts, and lead stones from Idaho. Maybe not the stones...but it felt like it. With no lines, we breezed through to our gate and now we wait. Luke is drinking the first of many, many lattes. Mike is buried in the book of Numbers. Amber broke a nail . . . but I think she wants to press on. Nicole is journaling. Katie is plugging in her MP3 player. And Dan is typing.
The aiport can be a little taste of heaven. Not so much the over-priced, mediocre food. It is neat to be surrounded by people of different languages, skin color, clothing, and nation. It reminds us of Rev. 7:9-10
"After these things I looked, and behold, a great multitude which no one could count, from every nation and all tribes and peoples and tongues, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, and palm branches were in their hands; 10 and they cry out with a loud voice, saying, "Salvation to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb." "
We look forward to the day when all who trust in Christ will worship the Lord together. Until that day . . . we have missions. Thanks for your prayers as we head out on this adventure. We'll try to keep you posted.
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