It’s been awhile since we’ve written, and we’ve really been negligent in thanking many of you for your precious gifts you send us. We want to thank each one of you for your faithful prayers and support for this ministry. Your sacrifices and gifts make a big difference here.

We’ve been back at the school for almost 2 months. We arrived early to prepare and plan. It was a blessing to arrive early this time.

I stared intently at the spot where the airstrip was supposed to be. I could see that light rain was falling directly over the patch of savannah where Wax Creek airstrip was located.

Why start a training center, some may ask? The reason goes back when I first started working in Bolivia. I was asked to direct a high school to which I reluctantly accepted feeling very much unqualified for the task.

As I put the airplane into a shallow dive, I scoured the desolate savanna airstrip, looking for the bible workers. I was scheduled to pass by Wax Creek on the way to Kopinang to move Pastor Casey to yet another village.