But first, the Good News must be spread to all nations.
~Mark 13:10
This weekend I read the first book on my GoodReads to-read shelf Mission Possible. It has only been sitting there for about 10 years. Several years ago my sweet sister gave it to me for some occasion, maybe my birthday, after seeing it on my list. And there it sat all these years on my shelf, unread. I wish I hadn't waited so long, it was so good! My favorite so far this month and probably will be on my favorites list for the year.
It is the story of Marilyn who serves as a missionary in a remote jungle village in Papua New Guinea. This book is amazingly brief to sum up 20+ years of life work in this jungle village. When she arrived in the village she had none of their language and they spoke no English. Her job was to learn their language, create an alphabet and written language and then (huge task) begin translating the Bible in their own language. Once she began the written language she also began literacy classes- teaching them how to read. She began her work in the jungle in 1968. The story is touching, heart rending, also funny in places.
He paused and leaned forward. "My father and many of my relatives died many years ago. They knew nothing about God. And for me, it's too late! I'm too old to read my own talk" Looking intently into her eyes, he asked, "Did you know a long time ago, when you were a little girl, that there were people her in Papua New Guinea like me?"
"Yes, I read books," she answered. "I knew about Papua New Guinea."
"Then, Marilyn, why did you take so long to come?"
Thoughts of the men of the village when Marilyn and Judy first came to live among them. It struck me both as funny and yet also how prideful we are that we see ourselves and our way as best. They determine that if the women eat their food, maybe they will become stronger.
"As we have seen from watching them, these two creatures are very weak," Suapri began. "Many times we have watched them fall out of the canoe we gave them. Their feet slip when they try to climb up a notched pole into a house. Even our babies can speak our language, but these stupid creatures know only a few words. We have no understanding about why they are here. But they are friendly and very kind to our children, so we wish to help them. Why do they stammer as they speak our language?..."One evening he lifted his cup following a hearty drink of coffee, laid a hand on his friend's Bible, and said, "Your talk about Papa God is sweet. It is like sugar." He lowered his cup, mused a long moment, then added, "I want Jesus to live in my throat." *They viewed the throat as the source of life rather than the heart.
Word of Marilyn's medical care must have spread because at one point a canoe of sick strangers arrives from a more remote village a 4 day canoe trip up the river. Even without speaking the same language they came seeking help for their sick. Once arriving they were intrigued by the village's church and begged for someone to come and learn their language so they too could have God's Talk...
"Then Why do you have a sios? (that is a church)."When we visited Hauna, we saw everyone going to church. We saw people learning to read God's Talk and singing songs about God and Jesus. When we came back here we told our people all about your church. We decided we needed to build a church so Papa God will see we're ready. We're just waiting now."
This gives me chills everytime I read it. I have had my own Bible, in my own language since before I could fully read. I have been in church since the Sunday after I was born. I take God and his Word so for granted every day of my life. "Coincidently" the verse at the top was from the message at our church this Sunday. There are so many who don't know of God's love all across this world, as far as the remote jungles of Papua New Guinea and as close as next door. We all have a mission field. But it all starts with love, if Marilyn had not cared for and shown kindness to the people of Hauna- they would not have been receptive to hearing about God.
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