One SWEET flight!

8/29/05
As we flew over the Sahara Desert, more than a few thoughts passed through my mind. I was consumed with the soon to be consistant euphoric sense of process - a kind of unbelief to a certain degree that I was actually here - doing something I've always dreamed of doing, chasing that one dream that seemed so impossible to follow, and yet when I looked around me on the plane, I discovered something rather strange, I was pursueing this passion inside me with about 200 other poeple saved and unsaved alike. Some of these people obviously returning home while others simply striking adventure in potentially dull life and yet more having no real deep reason aside from seeing a few sights (though I've been told there's not much to see where I'm headed).
Getting back to the beauty on hand, the landscape below seemed to spring outwards like deep starving roots of a cliff hung tree, almost as though reaching for something that was not there. The horizon struck me as vividly familiar. I can't explain the feeling other than - it didn't seem new - just beautiful in its own way. As I continued to gaze across the Sahara sands, within what looked like Algeria or Libya, my mind only began to search out the vastness of this ocean of sand that is so vaguely described within the Scriptures. At an elevation of more than 34,000 feet, I could still only see for maybe 100 miles or so. The sand on the horizon taking up the latter part of anyone's view yet adding a unique sense of mystery to this odd place. I couldn't wait to land and discover sooo much more......