Friday, April 21, 2017

Floods, Failure and Faith




DJ & Jodi's March Update

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Floods, Failure & Faith


The rising panic I've been fighting for hours cracks and the narrowest trickle of thankfulness begins to seep through. I wipe a spot clear on the fogged windshield for what seems like the thousandth time. Through the driving rain I can just make out the shape of the Land Cruiser in the weak glow of the Suburban's headlights. It sits forlornly on the side of the muddy track, engine dead, lights out, for at least the sixth time in the 2 miles since we left the paved road.  This is the sign I asked for. At least I have a little confidence that God has His hand in this.


Mario and Alex brave the frigid rain to help me make a 10 point turn on the narrow road. We hook a tow strap to the Land Cruiser and climb back into the heater-less vehicles, wet and shivering, to head back towards civilization.

As the blurred lights of the nearest town grow slowly bigger in the windshield, I can't help but critique the decisions that have brought us to this moment. It was our biggest trip yet but the plan hadn't seemed particularly bold. Our goal: reach the two remote villages on the boarders of the Uyuni salt lake with a team of seven medical professionals. These 4x4 accessible villages are isolated 3 months a year by flooding. A week before we started the trip, I confirmed that the unpredictable seasonal rains had not yet begun. The fact that I had subsequently lost all contact with the villagers was a little worrisome, but less worrisome than the thought of breaking a promise. A sharp jerk on the towrope reminds me to focus on the present. Finding a dry place to sleep for 9 tired people and a safe place for the vehicles, needs to be at the front of my prayers right now.

A day and a half later, after fixing the Land Cruiser (another story altogether), we are back on the road, nearing the borders of the salt lake under a flawless blue sky. Llamas and wild vicuna feed on fresh greenery between the large puddles while flamingos wade the shallows, heads down, moving at the same rhythmic pace as the grazers. As we crest the last small hill, the flooded plain stretches to the horizon broken by conical adobe huts scattered here and there, each on a patch of dry ground. It is abundantly obvious that we never would have reached our goal two nights before. After two rainless days the water is only inches below the raised roadbed and in the lower places it covers the road for short sections. The confirmation of God's leading lifts my spirits. This would be no place for travel on a dark, rainy night.

By early afternoon we find ourselves only an hour or two short of our destination village and facing our first large section of water-covered road. It looks about six inches deep and 300 feet across. There are rivers ahead that we will need to carefully check for depth, but this appears shallow. Jodi takes the lead in Samson with two of the volunteers. A collective gasp rises inside the Suburban as the rest of us watch the Land Cruiser plunge into an unseen hole, water washing over the hood. After 10 seconds of eternity, the yellow jeep emerges from the other side in a cloud of steam. Grateful for being spared a hydro-locked engine and not wanting to risk the vehicles needlessly, I wade ahead with some of the volunteers to see if conditions are different farther on. What we find is conclusive: The road disappears into the flooded plains and the few locals braving the water on foot or motorcycle tell us that the rivers ahead are unpassable. There is no hope of the team reaching our destination villages without an airplane. 

On the long ride home there was plenty of time for questions.
Do we understand all the whys of not reaching our goal? No, but neither did Paul when the Spirit did not permit him to go into Bithynia.
Was God with us?  We have unmistakable evidence the He was.
Will we try again when God gives us another opportunity? Certainly!

I'm reminded of Paul's counsel to the Corinthians, counsel that we can all take to heart especially in the face of apparent failure.
 
"Therefore my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord." 1 Cor. 15:58 
Please pray with us for God's continued leading and guidance in this project. And for an airplane.

P.S. Samson lived to fight another day with only a blown exhaust gasket.

DJ, Jodi & Hadassah

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