An awful plane crash this evening in Sao Paulo has left many dead.
We did not fly in and out of this airport on our recent trip to Sao Paulo, but we did pass by it. We drove on that highway. We know what it looks like during rush hour. Our missionary friends often have friends or family or other missionaries flying in and out of that smaller airport, where this crash happened. We’re waiting to hear back from them to make sure our friends are OK.
We met a firefighter while we were there. He’s a young guy, full of life, friendly. I can’t remember his real name. I couldn’t pronounce it. But he told us his nickname is Negro (Nay-gro), which means black. He does have very dark skin, darker than most of the other people we met there. And he laughed when he asked us to please call him Negro. We told him people in the US wouldn’t really like that nickname. He laughed.
Negro told us that he doesn’t really fight many fires because most of the buildings are made of cement. He usually responds to car wrecks, lots of car wrecks. And that wasn’t surprising to us at all as we rode around the city. Most drivers in Sao Paulo seem to think the painted lanes on the streets are merely suggestions and that if you honk your horn before running a red light, it makes it OK.
I’m thinking about Negro tonight. I’m sure he’s fighting the fire at the scene of this plane crash. We’ve already prayed for his safety.
Please pray for the people of Sao Paulo tonight. I can’t imagine sitting in rush hour traffic on a very busy highway and watching a jet come skidding toward me. And rush hour traffic in Sao Paulo is bumper-to-bumper, stand-still traffic. No room to move out of a jet’s way. That’s for sure.
Please pray for opportunities for the missionaries and Christians to show Christ’s love in the upcoming days.