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Published Mar 29, 2011

While back in the States I made a great effort to convince my inquiring fans that life in the jungle is quite normal, not much different than living in the States.  You get up, go to market, work, visit with friends, and take the weekend off.  But in retrospect, perhaps it has more to do with perspective than actuality.  There are crazy things happening every day, which makes the “crazy”, “normal”.  I want this story to be an example of the effectiveness of your prayers and the protection of God. As I said the other week after the earthquake, the dangers we will face here are not the ones you’ll hear about on the 6:00 news. This particular “normal” story took place between 7:30 and 8:30 Saturday morning your time.

Yesterday had indeed been a pretty normal Saturday. I spent the morning and early afternoon varnishing some of the benches on the house sick porch. Then I made chocolate chip cookies (we got some eggs and brown sugar last week and we are trying to use our supply wisely on the more important things of life). Becky and I prepared for Jr. Church, and around 6:00 Rachel and I went and had supper with Matt and Becky’s household. After supper we did dishes, played a few games, and then Rachel and I came back to our house around 9:00. We were having something hot to drink and chatting for a bit, and then about 9:20 we started hearing a commotion outside.

We have three off-road vehicles here – two Kawasaki mules and one little Japanese puppy truck. A few hundred yards behind our house there is a river. Nothing too big … the girls play in it and when it’s low you can walk across with the water only about calf high. On the opposite side of the river is the road that goes up to where our new airstrip is being built, so we have a bridge that crosses the river. It has to be rebuilt about once or twice a year because when the heavier rains come, the bridge will often get swept away. Matt was anticipating that the bridge would wash away soon, so last week, while it was still there, he moved the puppy truck to the other side of the river. That way any airstrip supplies could be transported more easily from here up to the airstrip. Sure enough, earlier this week, the bridge washed away. No big deal … we were prepared.

The truck on Saturday night.
The truck on Saturday night.

Back to last night. It had rained most all afternoon and evening here, but that was not unusual as we do live in the rainforest and that is just our weather pattern right now. Our Bible School guys noticed that the river was swelling much more than usual when they could hear the water beginning to come up underneath their houses. Their first thought was for the truck. If the river was going to be higher than ever, they knew the truck could be swept away. In their words, they knew that the missionaries had paid a lot of money for that truck and were using it to help them, and they just couldn’t stay inside their houses and do nothing. They decided to come investigate. That was all the noise we were hearing. They were trying to get Matt’s attention to let him know there was a definite problem. So we grabbed our flashlights and headed out into the storm. It was unbelievable. By the time we got to the swelling river  you could only see the top half of the cab of the truck … the rest was under water. The Bible School guys wanted to swim across the now 35 yard wide river. They hoped to secure the truck by using ropes to anchor it to nearby trees on the bank. Matt told them that was out of the question, as the river was raging and such actions could prove fatal. Plan B was soon formed. He would drive them to the next village in the Mule where there was a trail they could take over a mountain and then could come down on the opposite side of the bank where the truck was parked.

As the guys headed to the village, Becky placed a call to Bro. John in the States to let him know what was happening. That way it wouldn’t be a total surprise if we later e-mailed him and told him that his truck just floated down river to the Pacific Ocean. His response was immediate. Let the truck go. We can replace trucks. We can’t replace lives. 

The truck less than 48 hours later.
The truck less than 48 hours later.

The guys made incredible time climbing over the mountain because by the time Matt had driven the ten minutes back from the village, we were already seeing  flashlights coming towards the opposite bank. By this time we had gathered a crowd of about 20 people standing and watching. Ropes in hand, the guys on the opposite bank headed into the water. Helping to hold one of the spotlights, I began to pray out loud. Konos was the first one in and he half swam against the strong current of chest high water, grasping the bush overgrowth along the bank to aid his progress. The intensity level was high. An inaudible collective sigh of relief went up from the group of onlookers as Konos was able to pull himself up on to the top of the truck. The other two guys followed. They quickly began tying the ropes to the truck, when Konos let out a shout. The truck was beginning to shift. Double-checking the knots, the boys quickly slid off the truck, back into the water, and made their way back to the bank. They finished anchoring the truck to the trees on the bank, and then shouted across that they all were safe. 

Matt, Becky, Andrew, Rachel, and I talked until about 11:30, and then we all felt like we should go to bed. Which ended up being a waste of time. Found out this morning that we were all still so wide awake none of even went to sleep until like 1 AM. Should have stayed up and played some more games to finish off our normal day.

The final conclusion? We’re rejoicing in the Lord’s goodness and His Fatherly protection of us. Thank you for your continued ministry of bringing our names before His throne.

Tags: Puppy Truck, Rainy Season, River Flooding