Nov. 2nd., 2005
Once again being on board an aircraft heading for Dubai.
Having arrived in New York uneventful, we had to take the air train to the international terminal. The terminal had a vague familiarity about it as we realized this is where the movie was made. We supped together while sharing nursing and pastoral care stories. I realized how amazing it is that the stories of caring transend occupational disciplines.
While sitting at the gate waiting to board the flight, several of us were laughing at the antics of three young men who I think were from Africa but definetly had just spent some time in Jamaica. Tall, handsome, very muscular, and very black, with beaded dreadlocks, strutting around having fun with their electronic devices, dancing and carrying on totally unaware their funny actions were being delightfully watched.
Upon boarding the aircraft, we realized it was going to be a crowded flight. Indeed every last seat had been taken and the babies were crying already. Having a long flight (12hrs) we settled down and tried to sleep.
Nov. 2nd., 2005...Upon landing in Dubai, and disembarking, we suddenly but not surprisingly realized we wern't in Kansas anymore. We got our first clue having been traveling through Lebanon, Syria, and Saudi Arabia, being careful to avoid Isreal on the right, and the Neutral Fly Zone of Iraq on the left while flying into Dubai. Some of the team reported they had experienced subtle but obvious animosity from some of the crew and neighboring passengers. Walking through the airport scattered with tall lighted palm trees and men in different arab clothing gave proof we were out of our enviorenment.
But Dubai is a transit oasis among three continents. People from Asia, India, Africa, all over the Middle East, and yes even the USA are here bumping shoulders on their way to our final destinations. We did not back in New York that the international terminal was also a transit station where even the Arab & the Jew sat next to each other awaiting their turn to leave.
Through our traverse of the long slim terminal that is Dubai International Airport, the team ran into a woman who like us was making her way to passport control. her name is Disa. Disa from Sacremento California. A tall blond woman, having just graduated from college, is beginning a seven week tour of several African Nations on a mission trip with several friends who own a small not for profit Charity organization.The team discovered her trip begins in Uganda then takes her to an orphanage in Southern Sudan before moving on to Ethiopa and beyond. We found out we were all staying at the same hotel so we promised to meet her there there for dinner and a time of fellowship.We became seperated from Disa at that time because of the mechanics of getting through Passport Control, then Customs. We eventually made it to our hotel and decided to break off for half an hour to freshen up for dinner. I am bunking with Jim. Later upon meeting in the lobby, we found Disa and went into the restaurant. Our waiter, "Meir
The conversation flowed freely but then settleed upon Disa and her wonderful God Makes it happen story of how she came to be with us. Disa traveling from California to Dallas on Oct. 31st, became delayed, not even knowing what the disposition of her baggage was. She did not know if she was going to be able to catch her flight to Dubai which was actually to leave before our flight. Feeling frustrated, Disa sat down next to these two black women who turned out to be traveling with the Southern Baptists. They immediatly picked up on Disa's frustration and encouraged her to talk. Disa told them her the situation and tha women right then & there prayed over her. A few minutes later, a man sat next to all of them. Joining in on the conversation, he heard of Disa's Dilemna. The man then said he wanted to help. His name is Nigel Page and he is the senior vice president for EMERITES AIRLINES! He made several phone calls, and gave her his card. She was to call someone upon arrival in New York and she wou
The fellowship lasted long into the nightbut eventually broke up as the showers and sleep was calling, but not before the promise of meeting for breakfast was made. Jim and I made our way to the room. By the time I came out of the shower Jim was already asleep. I got into the comfortable bed, turned out the light, sleep came quickly.
The team moves on to Sudan on Nov. 3rd. Stay tuned to these e-mails for more of our journey. Thanks for the continued prayers and support from us all.
Blessings,
Vic