IN CAPABLE HANDS

I shared with my wife how the snowstorm, fog, and ice had left my hunting pal and I stranded on a lake thirty miles from the highway in Alaska’s interior; how when we left, we took off from the lake going in a circle on one pontoon breaking a thin layer of ice.   Her immediateContinue reading “IN CAPABLE HANDS”

CAPABLE HANDS

That type of experience had been my lot on numerous occasions while pastoring and doing missionary work in Alaska. It had caused me to say often, “I would rather be in the hands of the “bush pilots” under crash-conditions than in the hands of a normal pilot under routine conditions.” I honestly felt that way.Continue reading “CAPABLE HANDS”