These Robert Men

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The week before last, it was the talk of the week.  When will Gary be here?  Has he left yet?  Are the conditions favorable?  Have the papers been cleared in the Philippines?  Did he get the plane fixed?  How long will he stay?  It is no small task to ferry a twin engine plane from the States to here and then on to the Philippines.  Yet between Bob Roberts (Dad), Eric and Gary (sons to Bob) they have ferried 4 planes across the Pacific.  More planes they have taken across the Atlantic.

Last Friday evening, the boys and I joined the crowd that gathered at the Sentani runway to welcome in Gary in the twin engine plane.  I found myself caught up in the excitement as his plane taxied in.  Jan (his Mom) is standing at the edge of the runway waving him in.  His brother, Eric, is the one to climb up on the plane and pull out stuff that is packed in around Gary so that he can get out.  Then to see his tall frame emerge from the tiny cockpit, filled to the brim with goods was impressive.  Many hugs went around the Robert family as it had been over two years since they had seen Gary.  Gary lives and serves in South Africa with his wife and daughter.  He is a bush pilot and nurse. 

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Eric pulling out stuff, so that Gary can emerge.

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Gary (in blue shirt) hugging Mom and Dad, brother Eric (green shirt) in background

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Not much room in there, for hours and hours of ferrying time.

Gary was here for just over 4 days.  Then he ferried the plane on to the Philippines for a co-worker.  These Robert men love to fly and they love to serve God.  It has been a privilege to get to know them and their wives (I don’t know Gary’s wife, Wendy yet….but I hear she is a neat lady), who have learned to trust, let go and let these men soar.

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  1. AnonymousDecember 21, 2012 at 10:12 PM

    Let go and trust in God is the only way we can do it. Wendy Stumph

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  2. HeidiDecember 25, 2012 at 5:49 PM

    Gary lives and serves in Chad, West Africa, not South Africa. :-)

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