I spent the next half hour in awe of what had happened. God had put an American Christian woman, dressed in Indian apparel, to minister to an Indian Muslim man. It was his darkest hour, but the Light of the World was with him now.
My flight was announced and I boarded the plane, filled with a peace I cannot describe. I did not worry about the plane going down in the ocean and surviving the crash only to be eaten by sharks. God was with me, and he was with Adiah. I know that God is omnipresent, and I am sure he was on at least two flights that night, one to Pennsylvania and one to Georgia.
I spent the next twenty-two hours in the air for the most part. When I got to Amsterdam my connecting flight was waiting for me. The stewardess was saying, hurry, hurry, the plane is waiting for you.