Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Disappearing 9000 feet over the Caribbean

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William Carey 

"Expect great things from God, Attempt Great Things for God"

A New (used) Transponder

A day after we touched down in Puerto Rico, I flew the airplane over to the Isla Grande airport and had an avionics expert check my transponder.   He hooked up his test equipment, and saw that it wasn't emitting any signal whatsoever.  So he removed it from it's tray.  It's then that we caught the smell of fried electrical components. It was toast!  Fortunately they had a used unit ready to install, and $700 later we were back in business.

A New Prop!

Of all the components on my airplane that take a beating, the propeller probably tops the list.   Over a period of time, dirt, gravel, grass, rain, and other unimaginable items conspire together to beat up on the poor prop.  Over five or six years of bush flying we have to seriously consider replacing it.  What was providential for us, was that the same shop that put in my transponder was also able to install propellers.  So we made a snap decision to wait a little longer in Puerto Rico, and order another prop from Florida and have it shipped down by Amerijet.  It was the right decision, and we're praising God for making it possible to get this new propeller.

New Drag Racer Friend

As we travel from place to place, God puts such wonderful people in our path.  While in Puerto Rico we stayed at the home of Jeanie and Hector Perez.  Hector is an accountant and a former drag racer.  The drag race car that you see in the background is his souped-up Camero the makes over 1100 horsepower with nitro injection.  What's striking about the car when you look at it, is that all the tires are flat.  It hasn't run in the last two years.  Hector explained it this way, "I don't want to spend any more money on racing.  I want my money to go for God's work."  Wow!  Reminds me of what the apostle Paul said: "lay aside every thing that hinders, and the sin which so easily entangles us, and run the race that is set before us." (Heb 12:2)  Yes...  I would still characterize him as a competitive racer, but of another sort.

Prayer & Praise

PRAISE: We've arrived safely back in Guyana, and are catching up with all the work that has built up.  We praise the Lord that nothing bad happened while we were gone on this trip!  

REQUEST: Please pray for our ministry partners, Todd and Cas Anderson as they are working on the other Cessna 182.  It looks like the airplane will be ready to ferry down to Guyana near the end of the summer.

Crammed like Sardines

It's kind of tricky to fly with a propeller in the cabin, but we somehow managed to wedge our bodies around the prop.  Jenna and Julianna did really awesome! Incidentally this propeller was off of a missionary Mooney from Bolivia.  

Beautiful Baron

I've been doing some research on light twins to see which is the ideal aircraft for long international flights.  Surprisingly, of all the production light twins, there is only one model that is certified to use automotive gas, and that is the Beechcraft Baron.  It has very powerful engines, and can carry a very respectable load of cargo.  So when I saw this pristine B55 on the ramp at Copecca I couldn't help but take a picture and dream a little of expanding the mission aviation work into other countries.


A week ago I departed from Ogle Airport and was part way out to Paruima village, when my tachometer started acting erratically.  After assessing the situation, I didn't think that it was an emergency but couldn't tell what the problem was.  So I decided to play it safe and return back to Ogle to get it checked out.  Two days later I spent the whole day at the airport working side by side with these mechanics. They worked well after the sun sun set and the stars came out. Before I left I turned to the mechanic in charge and asked what the cost would be.  He shrugged his shoulders and said.  "Today is a free day."  Wow!  Praise God!

Disappearing 9000 feet over the Caribbean.

My first inkling that something wasn’t right was when the Trinidad Radar Controller asked me to “recycle my transponder”.  In a deadpan monotone voice he explained to me that I was “No Radar Contact”.  Evidently I had mysteriously disappeared off his radar scope, and he was no longer receiving my position, altitude, and unique squawk code.
“Recycling” the transponder is not a completely uncommon request in the aviation world.  Sometimes an old transponder (like mine), will glitch, and stop transmitting signals, kind of like how an old PC locks up.   The solution is simple.  Reboot!  Nine times out of ten the transponder will come back to life, and everyone goes on their merry way.  So I turned off my “squawk box”, counted to 30 and turned it back on. 

Two days earlier, as part of our preparation to fly our little missionary airplane up to Puerto Rico, I had my transponder tested, and recertified.  I knew that it was critical to have this function well, especially since I would be crossing into U.S. Airspace at Puerto Rico.  The maintenance shop in Guyana performed the test, and the avionics technicians assured me that everything worked great, and we were good to go. 
So!!  I mused to myself.  Why was it acting up now?

About this time the Trinidad controller told me to change frequencies over to Grenada, and I dismissed it from my thoughts.  We landed safely at St. Vincent and topped off our fuel tanks so we could push all the way into Puerto Rico by sunset. 
As I took off from St. Vincent and started up the chain of islands, my nagging doubts began to resurface.  Maybe it wasn’t a glitch after all.  Maybe there was something wrong with my transponder.   Hmmm.  I knew I wouldn’t have long to wait.  French Martinique was just around the bend, and they had a very nice radar system.

 I held my breath as I switched radio frequencies and checked in with the Martinique controller.  There was a pause and then the controller responded, acknowledging my transmission, and then asked for a position report.  I groaned inwardly as the reality hit home.  They couldn’t see me.  The problem hadn’t gone away.

9000 feet over Caribbean Ocean is not the ideal place to do aircraft maintenance, but contrary to what you may think, there are a few tricks you can try.  Sometimes, over a long period of time, the natural vibration of an airplane could potentially shake a transponder loose from it’s tray.  To solve the problem you must firmly push the unit back into it's tray… So I tried it.  No luck. 

Also, over long periods of time the electrical contacts can corrode causing the transponder to work intermittently.  This is usually solved by pulling the unit out of it’s tray and trying to “reseat” it.  But when I tried doing this, the face plate came partially off, revealing the electrical guts of the radio.  Oooh!  Not good, I thought as I quickly snapped it back into place.
 On rare occasions the transponder may partially work, but on different settings. So I tried all the settings hoping that another one may do the trick.  Nothing…
What was strange was that the little green “identify” button was blinking happily indicating that the transponder was working normally, or at least attempting to work.  So in one last ditch effort I pushed the green button, hoping against hope that the transponder would come to life and send off at least one “ident” signal.  “Just one signal Lord, just one, Pleeeeease!!!”  Zip, Zero, Nada.

By this time I could hear a little frustration in the French Martinique Controllers voice as he was desperately trying to figure out exactly where our invisible plane was.  He wasn’t alone in his frustration.  I was at my wits end to try and be seen, but my best efforts to make my little squawk box even chirp were utterly in vain. 

I wasn’t too worried about French Martinique since I was simply one of many aircraft in transit, but ever since September 11, 2001 the United States has greatly heightened the security of it’s borders.   They take a dim view of unidentified aircraft flying towards their borders.  By the time you reach the border of their airspace you are required to transmit a special identification “squawk code” so that the U.S. Controllers can clearly see who you are, and where you are going.  To not do so, is an open invitation to be “visited” by a couple of USAF F-16 jets.   Not a pleasant experience!

I took a deep breath and keyed the microphone.  “Martinique Approach, could you call San Juan Center and request for us to continue through U.S. Airspace to our destination”.  There was a long pause, “Stand by while we make the request.”
By this time we had turned slightly left, and were headed out over the vast ocean directly towards Puerto Rico.  My GPS informed me that that we had a little over an hour before we were to cross “ILURI” the intersection demarcating the boundary of U.S. Airspace.  The weather was picture perfect.  Far below us were little islands of white clouds, evenly scattered over the azure ocean.  Above us was a dark cobalt blue sky. 
As the minutes ticked by I began to think of my alternatives should San Juan refuse our request.  Most likely I’d have to divert to Guadaloupe, since it was the closest island to San Juan’s airspace.  But what would I do when I got there?  Where would we stay? How could I get the transponder fixed?  Or did they even have an avionics shop?  How much would it cost?  Did we have enough cash on hand to cover this unexpected expense?  Nothing sounded too good.
As I stared into the deep blue sky; I felt my heart turn to the only one who could help in this situation.  It was a simple prayer.  Nothing fancy.   I just needed a divine favor, because I was stuck in a small single engine airplane, out over the deep ocean, and not a lot of options.  After I finished praying, it seemed that the Lord’s presence was very near, and that He was about to do something truly amazing. 
My thoughts were punctuated by Martinique Approach: “N8704T, contact Guadeloupe Approach on frequency 121.3”
Now I was really frustrated.  I was still in limbo waiting for a response, a mere 45 minutes from “ILURI” but no closer to a resolution.  Do I continue?  Do I divert?  Or do I turn around?
After I checked in with the lady controller at Guadeloupe Approach, I explained our dilemma and asked my burning question “Do we continue on?  Or do we need to divert”.  She immediately responded by saying, “N8704T San Juan Center has approved your request, you may continue your flight into U.S. Airspace.”
Amen!!!  Hallelujah!!!  Thank you Lord!!!

In that moment I knew that God had stepped in.  Somewhere hundreds of miles away, in an air traffic control center in San Juan City, some unnamed controller (who I may never meet) received a telephone call.  And in that very moment the Lord must have impressed him or her to grant the request and permit the flight to continue as filed. 
This experience dramatically reminded me again that God always sees us wherever we are, and he hears all our requests.  While we may disappear off of man's radar, we are always the center of God's attention.  The bible is crystal clear:
Ps. 34:15 “The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and His ears are attentive to their cry.

Would you like to use your flying skills to serve God? Email James -[ashjam7@yahoo.com]

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Thursday, April 9, 2015

Medivac of a Bible Worker

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

It's the Devil

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  John Keith         Falconer

"I have but one candle of life to burn, and I would rather burn it out in a land filled with darkness than in a land flooded with light."

   Missionary          Summit

A week ago the Guyana Conference of Seventh-day Adventists held a missionary summit with some special visiting speakers from the United States and the Caribbean Union.  Whenever these events happen, it's always a challenge to get the bible workers out of the interior, and return them back home.  Pictured above are two bible workers that we flew out of Region #7, and below are two other bible workers returning back to Region #8.  

 New Hymnals for the Villages

This summer when I attended the Stateline Adventist Church, the Junior & Early Teen Sabbath School Class raised over $200 for some hymnals for the villages.  This last week I went down to the ABC and we were able to purchase 16 new hymnals with these funds.  In the interior, there is a severe shortage of hymnals.  

Stuck in a Rain      Shower

Supposedly it's still dry season, but that doesn't mean that we don't get thunderstorms, and rain showers.  Usually they hit at the most inopportune times, when you are getting in the airplane to take off (above).  But rain can cause some of the most beautiful pictures. Of course riding it out on the ground is much better than flying through it!  A week ago I rode a stormy updraft that carried me up over 2500 feet in two minutes! 

Prayer & Praise

PRAISE: We were able to sell an airplane here in Guyana, and now we are overhauling the new engine for our new Cessna 182 (N9113M)!!!

REQUEST: Please pray for Todd and Cassie Anderson who working on the new missionary airplane in Collegedale.  Pray that this airplane comes together quickly because we desperately need two airplanes flying down here.  The stress is turning my hair grey!


1 Horse Power    Tow Truck

When the old Mercedes refuses to run, who do you call?  The tow truck of course!!!  I couldn't help but take this picture as I drove by. 

It's the Devil!!!

I watched quietly as the tractor drove toward the plane, with 
one lone patient jostling around on the crude wooden platform 
on the back.  I was on a routine flight up to Kaikan Village, 
(or so I thought).  Several weeks before I had been asked by 
an Amerindian gentleman who works for the Ministry of 
Agriculture, if I could fly him and his son over to Kaikan and 
Arau Village, so he could fog the Acoushi Ants.  The “leaf 
cutter” ants were onthe move, and the Villager’s farms were 
being decimated.  To destroy these nests you have to blow an 
insecticide fog deep into the ground to kill the entire nest.

No sooner did I touch down, and chop the power, then the 
health worker walked up to to the plane and informed me that 
Brother Reeves Gomez had just been bitten by the big 
Laborea snake. I groaned when I heard the news.  
snakes come in two varieties, big (5-6 ft) and small (10 - 12
inches).  Both are dirt brown, which makes them very hard to 
spot, and both are hemotoxic, which means that the poison 
diffuses through your tissues into your blood stream and 
breaks down the platelets in your blood.  If untreated, one 
could bleed to death internally.  Not pretty!

But to make matters worse, Reeves is one of our steady 
workers on the Bible School Project.  In a village in which 
most are trying to scratch out an existence, it’s hard to find 
workers who will volunteer their time to build a missionary 
school.  Most spend their time working hard in the gold
mines.  But Reeves was one of those few dedicated persons
who wouldn'tgive up on the bible school project. 

I knew that this would be a big blow to the project.  But what 
could be done?  
As the tractor backed up to the plane I put on 
a brave smile and said, “Reeves!! What happened?” He 
grimaced in pain and said “It’s the devil!  It’s the devil!”  
Then he told me the story, “I was walking down the trail, to 
get my hacksaw at my house.  As I stepped over a log, this 
snake bit me.  It’s the devil!”

I couldn’t help but agree with him that the Devil was behind 
this unfortunately event. From the very beginning the Devil 
has masked himself behind the guise of a serpent in his all-
out effort to hurt God’s chosen people.  Revelation 12:9 calls 
him, “That old serpent”

As we talked a small crowd of villagers gathered around the 
tractor to pray for brother Reeves.  With much emotion, began 
began to talk with his fellow villagers.  He talked about the 
bible school and how he wanted so much to see it completed, 
but unfortunately he had to leave because of the snakebite.  
He concluded his emotional exhortation by saying, “...I don’t 
know what will happen to me, but it is in the Lord’s hands.”

As I flew him to Kamarang hospital, my mind started 
thinking ahead as to what sort of options were available.  
Fortunately some kind soul had put an activated charcoal 
poultice on the 
wound within 30 minutes of the bite, but now 
was needing to change the dressing, and I didn’t have any 
charcoal with me in the airplane. 

When I arrived in Kamarang I immediately asked the two 
Medex ladies 
whether they had any activated charcoal at the
clinic.  Years ago, some 
other missionary pilots had 
distributed some containers of activated charcoal around to 
the different villages, and 
I was hopeful that there may still 
have the bottle stuffed in a corner somewhere.  
No Luck...

So then I hit on a bright idea.  It was the end of dry season, 
and people were slashing and burning their farms to get ready 
fortheir new crops.  So I asked, “Has anyone been burning a 
farm close by?”  It turned out that they had been burning right 
behind the hospital.  So we all trooped out the back of the 
hospital tosee if we could harvest some of the charred wood.
We picked out a couple pieces that looked good, and I showed 
them how they could scrape off the charred areas and 
crush it 
up into charcoal.  With a few last careful instructions on 
to make more dressings, I left and flew back to Paruima.  

The next day Reeves caught a government flight to 
Georgetown where he  spent a few days at the government
hospital recovering. 

We've encountered more problems with the building of this
school in Kaikan.  The old serpent knows that if this
school is
completed that it will deal a deadly blow to his
kingdom of
darkness.  So he is doing everything he can, to
try and hinder thework.  Please join me in prayers for this
project, and
especially for protection for those who work
on it. 

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