Borthwick - May he rest in peace... Part 6 (conclusion)

After church and lunch and fellowship and what not we were still trying to figure how we could get back to Darwin.


It's not like we had money. 


But thanks to some friends in Darwin who bought us Greyhound tickets we suddenly had a way back. 


We stayed the night in Katherine with a family, watched kids bull riding (yeah, really!) and then slept on the floor, on couches, in beds... Until the next morning when we woke up to rain. 



Now rain in the tropics is not just rain. Usually it's a lot of rain. 
But it's also not the random event like we have it here in Las Vegas now. At that time we were in the middle of the wet season and rain was to be expected. 
But this was A LOT of rain. So even driving from the house (outside of Katherine) to the bus station (Centre of Katherine) took several trips and quite a while because streets had started to flood. 


When we got to the bus station we found out that our bus was cancelled. The road out of Katherine was flooded. 
Panic set in, as we had tickets to fly to Indonesia in 2 days. We HAD to get out. Fast. 


There was a bus. There was a driver. But the road was flooded and we couldn't get out. 


We huddled together as a team and did the only thing we knew how to do... We prayed... 


10 minutes later the driver came up to us, told us to put our luggage in the bus (where the seats are, not underneath, because of the flooding) and told us to get in. Shortly after the bus started moving and we started towards Darwin. 


The driver kept on saying that the road was still considered closed but that he was gonna try to get through. Since us and our luggage were the only ones on the bus we all claimed 2 seats and started praying like crazy. 


It was still raining and there were parts of streets that you couldn't see anymore. Flooded with brown water, half the area on the way out of town was already not visible anymore. 


But we made it out. 


Now that doesn't seem like a big deal. But it was.... 


Turns out this storm and the rain was the worst in decades.
We were on the last bus/vehicle that left town for the next 10 days. The whole town flooded. As in REALLY flooded. Water up to the roof, people hanging out on top of the roof, getting picked up by helicopters - in short: Water everywhere. 




Now why is that story so amazing?

* Well, we made our flight to Indonesia and saw hundreds of people come to Christ.* We wouldn't have made that IF we would have had our own vehicle (Borthwick), as he wasn't high enough to pass through the flood waters, like the greyhound bus was able to. 

So Borthwick died so that we could go on outreach... 
Rather like Jesus died so that we can have life. 


Basically the same thing. :)