31/7 - Day 10: Greenland to Iceland

After a beautiful breakfast with Dan & Gudrun, I finished packing and wrote the blog entry about yesterday. My flight was at 12:00 and we had to leave the church at 10:45 to be in time for check-in. I had 2 hours to write and pack, and as usual I wrote too long, and was rushing madly to get everything ready to leave on time.

They brought coffee in a flask to the airport and after I checked in we hat a lot of time to enjoy a last bit of fellowship before I flew.Iceland air uses Dash 8-100s for their flights to Greenland. This tiny little craft became a place of suffering, because the air-pressure kept changing and all the half-solid fluid in my ears kept trying to readjust with terrible grating noises. As I sitting here my I half deaf.

I did not feel stressed anymore about not knowing what to expect in Iceland. It must be because of all the prayers that I found my faith strong enough to trust the Lord for the blessing He has for me. As I stretched my spirit towards what was waiting fro me on this Island, I became aware of a tremendous war going on in the heavenlies over this little place. one song of the fisher folk suddenly spoke to me - God has called you, he will not fail you. And Hillsongs'refrain - Jesus' blood never fails me seemed to paint a picture of a red tunnel of protection Im walking in.

After the painful landing I had to wait to disembark last because I my hand luggage had been stored right at the back of the plane. I was last to go through security, and they made me take off my shoes. When I had them on again they had already closed the security door behind the other passengers, and it took two guards about 5 minutes to get the door open for me again. I had a strong feeling that something was trying to delay may arrival.

After making my way through a very big and empty airport I came to the arrivals hall to discover that the flybus to town will depart in 15 minutes. I went out to the garden by the parking lot and did the border thing as the Lord directed in Qaanaaq. I felt that Iceland was a bit suspicious of me. When I came to the point of telling the gosple to the Island, I asked the Lord if Iceland was paying attention and He said it was. When i asked Iceland for the stones there seemed to be two responses. One was a proud an aloof reluctance but the other was a very grateful and almost deseperate YES. It was as if the stones themselves were ready and eager for the revelation of the sons of God, but something on them was not.

In the bus on the way to town we passed over about 50 km of mosscovered volcanic wasteland. Every now and them various forms of rock artworks were visable. In quite a few places there were things that looked like people in family groups made of crude rocks. I think the Icelanders have some special relationship with their rocks. This rock-related idolitry must be what I was feeling at the airport. Speaking to the Lord about it i felt that this is the reason it has been hard for me to get to the believers: He does not want them in this war right now, and much of what I have to do here will basically be done in secrecy.

I asked the Tourist info to call the youth hostle from the airport, but there was no answer. So the flybus brought me here, and praise God, there was still a little hole for me. So, Im sorted for the night and going to bed early. Ill look for the Gudrun who cant speak much English, but who can open the prayer house for me tomorrow. Then Tomorrow night I fly to the faroes!

Thank you SO MUCH for all your love and prayers! I know you are here with me in the spirit!

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The Reykjavik Youth Hostle was a very safe place for me in what felt like a somewhat hostile environment. After I blogged the previous entry I had a dinner consisting of a Vital Biomeal shake I brought from home and some of the Mash that I found in the ‘Left for other guests to use’ container in the member’s kitchen. I was very tired, my ears were blocked and I sick and felt lonely.

The room was a dorm with 3 bunkbeds and an ensuit bath-room. Just after I changed for bed a man came in and started going through his bag that was already on the bed next to mine. In this way I discovered that it was a unisex hostle – I guess I should have known. Not that its a very big problem, its just that it somehow takes more emotional energy to stay happy in a room with men from Portugal, France, Korea and a couple from Down-under. I just climbed into my upper-level corner, curled up and slept. And I slept very well...