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August 21, 2014

Crisis this week

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Once again, it’s really hard to begin a blog post. The things we are experiencing are balanced with joy and fun, so I want to be honest about all of it…(first world country problems, and all that!). Let me start by explaining some of the blessings we’ve experienced this week in particular:

  • Our furlough home community is now full, which means that families with kids of all ages are here.
  • Even though I’ve never met the other missionaries before now, I’ve already felt a sense of understanding between us. We’re all dealing with similar issues: kids in transition (grief over missing friends, etc.) and figuring out how to live life here.
  • Some family friends took all of us (and Ben’s parents) out for breakfast this week.
  • Ben and I had the chance to get away for 3 days last week, which is the first time we’ve left all five of our kids for more than 24 hours. Ben’s parents did a great job of looking after the grandkids!
  • We’ve had a chance to see some of our old small group friends, people who we can tell anything to, and who know our history.

The truth is, even though we are in the Western world and are enjoying life here, we are not immune to crisis when it happens to our beloved friends in Papua New Guinea.  We left PNG in June, knowing that there were multiple ‘hevi’s’ (problems) resting on the shoulders of our PNG colleagues, and we feel the pain of them even at a distance. Some of these impact our project directly, particularly one this week. I am not free to tell all the details, but our teammate is the only expat from our team in the village managing a building project, when a crisis happened, and one of our key PNG colleagues wanted to resign. Ben stayed up most of the night writing emails and talking to our colleagues over Skype, and we went to sleep that night not knowing what would happen the next day. If we lost this valuable coworker, we didn’t know how the project would continue, at least in the near future. Our other teammate was also able to talk to our colleague overseas and wrote last night to say that the initial crisis is past. However, the underlying community problems are still brewing under the surface so although the initial crisis is over, there is much need for prayer for the others.

When it was all happening, Ben, in his usual calm fashion, was writing emails and staying calm. As for me, not so much…I had a meltdown. It doesn’t take much for me to get really emotional these days, likely due to the transition and overloaded mental exhaustion.

On top of that, we feel really alone. It is not true, of course, because we have people we can email or call (Although sometimes in the midst of something really painful it’s hard to even sit down and write about it.) But if I were in PNG, I’d walk 1-2 minutes to one of my friends’ homes and have a good cry and not worry how the words would come out.

While we processed the crisis, and how we would respond, it dawned on me that we deal with crisis on a constant or at least regular basis. Some of the crises relate to our family directly, other times, our PNG coworkers suffer under life threatening injustice or sickness, and some relate to our physical daily living. For example, there was the time a few months ago when the solar panels went out and it took Ben and several colleagues days to figure out that they had been struck by lightning. On top of that, in PNG there are the stresses of daily living that I wouldn’t qualify as crises, but they do cause us to live at a high level of stress.

Here are some things I’ve caught myself doing:

  • I still look up anytime I’m under a tree. (Yes, I know there are no coconut trees in Wheaton, IL.)
  • I find it hard to throw good peanut butter jars or ice cream containers into the recycling bin (what if I need it, or someone else does?).
  • I still get a chill every time I lock the door at night because there’s no deadbolt!
  • I have to check myself from buying huge amounts of groceries at a time because I can go to the grocery store every single day this week, even nights and weekends.
  • I can’t always remember my phone number or even the names of old friends when I’m looking straight at them!

There are more but every time something like that happens, I laugh a little and tell myself that I’m not on high alert anymore. Deep breaths. When I talk to the Lord, He says, “Mandy, trust Me. I will take care of this. I know you feel the pain of this situation, but I’m walking right beside you. You are not alone.”

“I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.” Psalm 16:8 (NIV)

 

 

 

 

January 14, 2014

2013 in review

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Our intern Luke Elliott  (pictured above, with Noah, Joe and Ellie) spent nine months living with us last year.

January: We had planned to go to the village and do a ‘walkabout;’ however, Ben and I became too sick to travel. Once the virus had finished, it took weeks before the fatigue left us. We had to cancel the trip and Ben worked from home. Our teammates Luke and Laura still went to the village to do language learning.

February-March: Ben worked from home in Ukarumpa. This entailed managing the project (reporting, etc), doing advisor checks on 1&2 Timothy as well as dealing with personnel issues long distance over the phone or via skype. I supported him as the team leader by checking in with teammates regularly and hosting team meals and meetings.
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Dictionary Workshop participants identify nouns and verbs in their own languages.

April-May: We attended our bi-annual branch conference. During this month, we went to the village for a follow-up Dictionary Workshop and a translation revision for 1 &2 Timothy. We also began renovation on a staff housing building. Wayambo supervised the construction of most of our other buildings in our project previously, and came out to do this one. The house he renovated into a three bedroom house plus the downstairs apartment was split into two separate living spaces with their own bathrooms!
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Jacob “helps” Wayambo.

June-July: Ben and our teammate John consultant checked 1 and 2 Timothy in seven languages (three first, then four the next week) which was the first time they have attempted to do so many languages at once. The translators and language consultants told us over and over how Paul’s words impacted their lives—it was the first time they had translated preaching, rather than narratives in Luke and Acts. A video team from Wycliffe U.S. come during this time to get footage of the project.
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August-September: We all appreciated the stability time for the whole family while Ben worked from his cubicle in Ukarumpa. Meanwhile, we supported our team long distance as Luke and Laura did linguistic analysis, Jerry recorded Acts in Arop and Beth, Missy and Cindy went to all of the people groups in our project to do Scripture Use and Literacy activities. In September, Ben and I took the twins to Cairns to see a pediatric dentist, since both of them had some deep cavities that required the skills of a pediatric dentist.

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Josiah helped lead worship at church numerous times throughout the year. He also plays in a Soul Purpose (youth) band and accompanies the Sunday school kids each week.
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Jacob and Jenny Beth still talk about seeing kangaroos in Australia!

October-November: Seven of our translators/literacy workers came to Ukarumpa for a Discover Your Language course. Ben mentored the Rombar Onnele group which allowed him time to do some more in depth study of the language, which essentially will help them make the translation more accurate.
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(photo credit: Phil King) Ben coaching the Onnele men during the Discover Your Language course.

November-December: Ben went Arop for a translation workshop, while the kids and I stayed in Ukarumpa. He took new computers for the translators and spent most of the time trouble shooting how to connect them to the online and local servers (which store data for our translations) It turned out to be a difficult task but he came home having left them all up and running, praise God! This was probably one of the most challenging times of the year, since many of the appliances in our house died (while Ben was gone) Praise God that the shipping office and the Wycliffe buyer in Cairns helped us replace most of them before Christmas!
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At Christmas we had our hilarious moments…
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but also our more serious ones, when we shared our Jesse Tree (advent) readings together.

December: Ben arrived home safely and hiked out to a friend’s village the next week. He ended up getting very ill on Christmas day but since we had a low-key holiday planned, he was able to stay in bed for well over a week.

In summary: I am sure you are able to read between the lines and see that it has been a very busy, very fruitful year work-wise. Now, we look to the next five months here in Papua New Guinea and pray that we will be able to balance work and family life as we also pack and prepare for furlough starting in June.

August 1, 2013

Beautiful PNG: Arop Village

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In recent months, I’ve stopped to drink in the beautiful people, landscapes, foliage, flowers, and animals. It doesn’t matter how many years I’ve lived here: I always find healing in the creation around me. I haven’t always had the camera with me but for those occasions where I did, I will attempt to share them. It’s not exactly the same as seeing it in person but hopefully it’ll give you a feel for this wild and beautiful land we call “home.” Of course the possibilities for pictures are endless but these happen to be my favorites.

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July 22, 2013

Belonging: having a rightful place

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When I typed the word ‘belonging’, I stared at it for a long time, without really knowing where to start. Why, all of a sudden am I back to talking about Third Culture Kid issues? Well, that’s a good question! There are often triggers for me, like when I was asked in two separate conversations where I am from last night. I stumbled in this question, as I usually do, but ended up saying “I grew up overseas, in Indonesia, but Ben is from Wheaton, IL, so that is where our home base is now.” But then there are the next real triggers: Goodbyes and Transition.
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Goodbyes: We just left our village again, this time for six months…life is really hard for my neighbors who don’t have good access to medical care. As I shook hands with the men and hugged the women, I thought, “I don’t know how many of them I will see again.” It is not uncommon for us to come back to our home there, having heard that someone we know and love has died. Then, a few hours after having left the village, I got teary as I waved goodbye to teammates Beth and Missy, who we won’t see for several months. Those two women have been lifelines for Ben and I in more ways that I could write here. And finally, our intern Luke left last week after living with us for 9 months.

And of course, the other big trigger. Transition: Where do we come from? Where are we going? Who are we? All these questions jump around in my head as I process the road ahead for  my family and me. One of the perks of coming back from the village this time of year is that a good number of our friends have arrived back from a year or more furlough. All of us are looking forward to catching up with old friends who we haven’t seen in a long time. But along with the good parts of transition, there is always the ‘anticipatory anxiety’ I wonder, “how are the twins going to do in preschool?” and “what the next few months are going to look like?” After a grueling two years work-wise, I can’t quite picture it. Why? Because we haven’t lived in one place for six months in a long long time. Maybe this is an indication that this is a long time in coming!
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I went here and looked up the word “belonging” and ended up skipping over the definitions and going straight to the synonyms:

fellowship
relationship
association
partnership
loyalty
acceptance
attachment
inclusion
affinity
closeness
rapport
afflilation
kinship

If you scroll down a little, you’ll see “go, fit in: have a rightful place”
(Taken from CollinsDictionary.com)

When I read those words, I think of the people I belong to:

  1. Ben, my husband and best friend
  2. My family as a whole. A close friend who has known us since we came to PNG told me a while back that she thinks my family is MORE cohesive and close since the twins arrived.
  3. The Aitape West Team (our expat and PNG colleagues, the ladies who cook for the translators, the people in my village)
  4. Our Bible study group in Ukarumpa
  5. Friends and acquaintances we live in community with in Ukarumpa
  6. Friends and family back in our home country
  7. Partners back home (churches, individuals and groups) who pray for us

After I wrote this, I asked my twins, “where is ‘home’?” Jacob said “in A-grumpa” (Ukarumpa) Jenny Beth piped up, “and the Billage” (Village)Then  Jacob shouted, “and Wewak!” (that’s where we are right now) Yes. Next year, they will find out what their passport country is like and hopefully they will feel like it has become their ‘home country.’ We brought our twins here to PNG at nine months old, and they will be nearly five years old when we arrive on U.S. soil.  I can’t resist this picture of them, it’s from 2011 we first arrived back to PNG and they were skyping with grandparents:
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And now, I must get them their second breakfast…

September 13, 2012

Village life…

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A dictionary workshop began this week for literacy teachers and translators. Ben has had time to tackle his massive ‘to do’ list for the project since Emil (Arop translation advisor) volunteered to do all of the teaching this week, which includes intro to typing and computer skills for the literacy teachers. Ben’s available to trouble shoot and help out but is glad to have some time to work on other things this week! Next week the team will do dictionary making training, with the help of those who went to a dictionary workshop a few months ago. One of the things we value in our project is seeing trainees become trainers for others!

Friends taking a walk…

Ellie joined in on a game of Beetle (it had a longer name but I couldn’t catch it!) Two kids throw a woven ball made of coconut leaves back and forth. If they hit someone, that person is out. I told Ellie it reminds me of a cross between monkey in the middle and dodge ball.

Noah takes a leap across the ‘baret’ (ditch) in front of our house.

Today we finished up the bulk of our homeschooling work…which means we have more time to hang outside with our friends…it often takes 2-3 weeks for the older kids to get the courage to go out and initiate games, so having two weeks of school break at the end of a village stay is perfect!

And one more baby shot…this baby is special because we have seen her daddy grow up from a young boy into a man in the last 10 years since we came. Isn’t she a cutie?!

September 6, 2012

Manna in the wilderness

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OK, so I’m not exactly in the wilderness…just the jungle..

and these beauties aren’t manna…

they are small mandarin flavored lemons. We buy them for 10 toea tu tu (5 cents for every two). They are about the size of a U.S. half dollar coin, and are easy to use.  Our three year olds are able to squeeze the juice out of them! We use them in lemon meringue pie, lemonade, Peruvian lime soup, and anything else we need lemons for.

Here are a couple of other unexpected ‘food’ blessings we had this week:

Aupa, the green leafy vegetable in my large cooking pot, is one of my favorite greens here. It has a mild flavor and I use it as a substitute for spinach in omelets, quiche, lasagna,  stir fries and curries. p.s. I have it in water because I don’t have refrigeration. It keeps for a couple of days that way. This aupa turned into Malaysian curry.

And finally, the snake bean and long wrinkly green beans. Both of these are wonderful in stirfries/fried rice/curries. The snake bean has the flavor of a green bean but it is hollow inside. I scoop out the seeds and dice it up like a green pepper. The long wrinkly green bean can be a bit tough but I cut it up really small and it is yummy.

In the last few years, I had heard that our market (once a week) was closed. It was rare for us to get much of anything fresh here except what children came to sell us at our door.  Now there is market two times a week about 30 minutes walk away, and a friend of ours generously offered this week to go for us. We can totally survive on the dehydrated beans, meat and veggies that I brought with us but it’s fun to have something fresh to cut up once in a while! Yay.

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August 21, 2012

Helicopter ride into Arop village…

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Yesterday started bright and early for us; however, we waited for a couple of hours at the airstrip for the clouds and fog to lift. Finally, we were on our way!

When he saw that my hands were full, our pilot Johannes Rehm helped walk Jenny Beth to the helicopter.

When the helicopter started up, Jacob protectively put his arm around Jenny Beth. He was ecstatic the whole day!

One thing we loved about this trip was being able to see the landscape so well. We flew closer to the ground in the helicopter than we usually do on the Kodiak plane. Ellie’s looking out over the beautiful highlands mountains in this picture.

Noah had a chance to be copilot!

Flying over beautiful Wewak…

And finally circling over the Arop Community School, where we would land. Ben tells me that as soon as he heard the helicopter coming, he started running.

Everyone took a break from school to come and see the helicopter land! When Jacob saw his daddy he said “Daddy, I found you!”

I felt gratitude like I’ve never felt when the helicopter left. Usually we arrive in the village all hot and sweaty and with black and blue backsides from sitting in the back of a pickup truck  after 2.5 to 12 hours drive. All this happens after having been on another airplane for 3 hours. We arrived in the village in less than 5 hours total with only a 5 minute walk to our house. In less than a 1/2 hour, the twins and I were all taking a nap.

Sometimes as a missionary I assume that I must chose the hardest thing. Yesterday showed me that this is not always the case! I signed up for hardship because I knew that God had called me to this life. However, every once in a while an unexpected blessing arrives and I am flooded with thankfulness. The helicopter ride did that for me yesterday.

Ben arrived here 3 days earlier than me  giving me a head start on the ‘normal’ cleaning that takes us 2-3 days at least. He swept out all the cobwebs, ant dirt and cockroach/bug droppings. Then he disinfected shelves and counter tops.  When I arrived, he started putting things away in the kitchen. This morning it only took a couple of hours to get our food rat proofed (well, as much as possible) and stored for the next six weeks.  This afternoon I will finish washing all of the dishes in our kitchen  so that I know everything is clean for the whole village stay. Tomorrow Noah and Ellie will start homeschooling.  Ben has been at the translation desk all day with the Onnele men.

Oh, and internet is working great!

The kids and I are dealing with normal transition stuff–we tend to be more on edge emotionally and all of us are tired. But as soon as I post this, I am going to talk to them about being grateful because it is so good for the soul to be aware of our blessings.

Psalm 118

28 You are my God, and I will praise you;
    you are my God, and I will exalt you.

29 Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
    his love endures forever.

June 3, 2012

Have you ever seen the rain…in Arop village?

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Our kids LOVE it when it rains…this week it started raining just after we ate dinner and so they rushed out to enjoy their water logged playground outside our house!

The littlest Pehrson didn’t stray too far from me even though she was having the time of her life!

Rolling around in the muddy rain water…

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and the boys!

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May 16, 2012

From Brisbane Australia to Arop Village

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The skin cancer was about the size of a pea on the outside, but as you can see from the picture, it went a lot deeper inside!

We are safely in our house at Arop village. Since I haven’t had much time to blog in the past few weeks, I thought I would write about my travels all in one go.

Just a little tidbit that I found amusing at the beginning of my trip: when I went up to the checkin counter in Port Moresby, the computers weren’t working. Both of the checkin guys slid down behind the counter. Most of us standing in line could all see the tops of their heads the whole time (!) I wanted to get a picture of them but decided against it I thought they were hiding from the shame of not being able to serve us yet. Incidentally, I wasn’t worried at all because we still had over two hours before the flight was supposed to leave and it looked like no one else had been able to checkin for that flight either. They eventually got it working and we all checked in.

I arrived in Brisbane later that day and met my big sister Jenny at the domestic terminal. From there, we took a taxi to the Wycliffe flats and spent the weekend talking, eating, shopping and sleeping. I haven’t had that much kid free time just to hang out with another adult in 14 years!! It helped that it was one of my favorite people.

On Monday I dropped off Jenny at the airport and my friend Lilah and her husband Lyall picked me up. They hosted me for the rest of my time in Brisbane and believe me, they fed me well the whole time. It was fun to stay with people who love to cook and eat spicy/flavorful food!

Lilah went with me on the bus to my first doctor’s appointment so I could go again myself the next day. It worked just like she told me it would, and I found the staff at the hospital really helpful. The first day was just a checkup, where I met the doctor and he told me about the procedure I would have. The second day was the actual Mohs surgery. From what I understand, they took a little bit out of my forehead, and tested it while I waited in the waiting room. They called me back in for another round of removal. After the second testing, they said it was all gone, and that they had cut through the fat layer into the muscle and took about 2.4 cm circumference out of my forehead. I ended up sitting in the waiting room for a cumulative of 3 hours and was really tired by the end. That day I didn’t have much pain at all, so I rested on my own and took a bus back to Lilah’s. However, I accidentally got on the wrong one. Thankfully Lilah set me straight before I ended up on the wrong side of Brisbane!

The next day I took a taxi to the next appointment because it was in the city and at a different location. This time, they had me put on a hospital gown, slipper socks and a cap. When I got to the operating theatre, they knocked me out. The next thing I knew I was really drowsy and nauseated and could barely keep my eyes open. Another friend Keiyeng came and picked me up from there and took me back to Lilah’s, where I ended up sleeping most of the day.

I didn’t think that I was anxious about any of the procedures except that I didn’t sleep very well Monday night through Wednesday. Thursday I started sleeping much better and I realized it was because I didn’t have any more appointments hanging over me.

I did miss my family intensely during those days, especially when Ben would send me a message asking to Skype because Jenny Beth was crying for me. He told me that the twins both learned how to pray by themselves while I was gone as well. However, I knew that this opportunity to rest was a big blessing to me, so I made an effort to focus on that during those days.

Friday was a splendid day because Cori, a friend of mine from college, had Lilah book me a massage—this was my first spa massage ever! I thoroughly enjoyed it. Afterwards, Lilah and I went shopping and had one of my favorite things, Subway sandwiches, for lunch!

Over the next two days I was able to shop some more at a spice shop and Ikea and have fish and chips with Lilah, Lyall and Lyall’s mum for mother’s day.

I left Brisbane on Monday, the 14th. The checkin line at Virgin Pacific took an hour, so I had 15 minutes at the gate before boarding (a little too close for comfort in my book.) When I got to Port Moresby I couldn’t find my bag. It looked like everybody else had found theirs. Eventually I realized someone had taken it off the conveyer belt. Phew!

At this point, I started feeling a little panicky because I only had 2 hours total in POM to get to my flight to Wewak where I was planning to meet my family before leaving for the village together. I saw that they had checkin signs for different flights so I texted Ben “I think Air Niugini is more efficient than Virgin Pacific!”

This is where it got not so funny….I got up to the counter finally and the lady told me “just go over there.” So I went to another counter where another lady was being trained and seemed to be very confused about filling in the computer forms. People were putting their tickets/passports on the counter and being served so I spoke up and said “I’m going to Wewak.” They looked up at me and told me “the plane is full” I replied (a teeny bit on the loud side…perhaps a bit teary too?) “I have to get there today!” I didn’t have anything organized in POM in case I was stuck there. So they took my passport and weighed my bag, telling me that they couldn’t give me a boarding pass until I paid overweight charges. I had 7 kilos more coming into PNG than I had domestically. I ran over to the overweight baggage counter and when the man finally was able to help me, he kept clearing and retyping the numbers over and over into his calculator to find out 23-17. By this time I was so nervous that I blurted out “my plane is leaving in 15 minutes!” He finally got the receipt made, I paid it, and ran back to the counter to get my boarding pass.

The story doesn’t end here folks…I walked up to the open doors and asked “is the flight leaving for Wewak?” A lady told me “yes! Hurry, go to gate 10.” Well, there was no gate 10 marked anywhere, and I ended up going all the way to the end, and started getting on a plane. A man who had been in line behind me told me that I was on the wrong plane because he was too! I guess being the loud white woman made me memorable that day?!

So I made it to Wewak, and had dinner and breakfast the next day with our good friends there…and pretty soon it was time to greet my family at the airstrip. Jacob and Jenny Beth seemed a little dazed when I saw them, maybe they were wondering if I had disappeared forever while I was gone. They kept asking about my owie and did I see the doctor. Then Jenny Beth told our friend Chris who was the pilot that day, “dat mine plane!”

We got back to the Wycliffe center in Wewak and found out fairly quickly that the car that Ben had booked to take us to the village couldn’t pick us up after all. He ended up finding two other cars and told them that he would go on whichever one arrived first. At 2:00 pm, one showed up. We put all our cargo in, and with the exception of having to wait while they changed a flat with the spare from our car, we were off.

The trip itself was probably one of the hardest trips I’ve ever been on. We were on some pretty hard seats for over 7 hours on very bumpy bush roads. I spent a good deal of the time trying to absorb the bumps for Jenny Beth and prayed that my backside would just fall asleep. By 9:00 we were all feeling exhausted so Ben asked the driver if we could please overnight in Aitape. He agreed readily and Ben found out that we could stay at a guest house. I am so grateful for this, because after a good night’s sleep, I didn’t feel like leaving Papua New Guinea for a more comfortable existence. I often find that things look so much better in the morning, especially after a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs made by our teammate Jessie. J The kids, Jess and I took a little walk to a small grocery store and bought snacks for the journey and also to the market to get some kau kau (sweet potato), cucumber and tomatoes for our first couple of meals in the village.

The next car ride was only 1.5 hours, and Ben had secured the cargo so that it wasn’t falling on him and Jessie like it was the night before. Also I had bought a pillow at Papindos to sit on so the bumps didn’t affect me as much.

As we were driving, I told my kids how I was proud of how flexible they are. The night before I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and wondering how they were faring. Apparently they did much better than I did, because Noah blurted out, “it’s fun to be bounced around!” During the night when we were travelling Jacob (2 ½) kept looking out the windows and looking for stars. He said “I’m painim stars!” (finding) He would then sing his version of “Twinkle Twinkle” and proceed to get mad whenever the trees would cover them. Jenny Beth did well and stayed happy as long as she had Jessie’s fleece wrapped around her in some way.

When we arrived in our village, we walked a short way from the car to our house. Even before the twins saw our house they started shouting “dat mine house!!” It really warmed my heart to know that they knew where we were going. Noah and Ellie were fantastic about looking after the little ones while we swept out the cobwebs and wiped down all the shelves, counters, tables and bookshelves.

This afternoon, Jacob woke up from his nap crying and covered in sweat so I said “let’s go outside and you can have your drink out on the veranda.” While we sat on the steps of our house, four different ladies came up to us at different times and said hello and chatted for a bit. In all of my 10 years here, I haven’t had that many ladies purposefully come over to me and initiate a conversation in such a short time. (Well, one stood and smiled and let me ooh and ahh over how big her baby had gotten! She’s not much for talking but she does have a beautiful smile.) I know it might seem like a small thing, but I think God gave that to me today to encourage me that people are noticing that we are here and are glad for it.

Tonight Ben is working on getting printed copies of Acts ready for our consultant and the mother tongue speakers who have come to help in the checking process. I have to say I am really grateful to be here, sitting underneath my mosquito net with my incision healing nicely, and the ability to use the internet in the village. J I really feel like the whole experience of me getting the skin cancer removed and the pieces that fell into place along the way evidenced God’s mercy to me and to my family as well. I have never seen Ben so happy to see me as he was yesterday, after caring for our five children on his own! One thing he said was “it’s hard to think about yourself when you are looking after so many other people.” (He almost forgot to pack his own things for the village). That made me smile. He gets motherhood!

Tomorrow will be a flurry of unpacking, pulling out homeschooling materials for Noah and Ellie, cooking and chasing down the twins and mopping our very dirty floor. But I will at least start the day grateful (I hope!) for all of the things God did for me these past two weeks!

If you made it all the way to the end of this saga, I’m impressed, I didn’t mean for it to be this long! Thanks for listening in….

April 18, 2012

The Word speaks more clearly to the Arop people…

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Pastor Peter, an Arop translator and Baptist pastor. Photo by Dan Bauman.

The following is another story as related by Pastor Peter. Transcribed by Ben and translated by Jessie Wright.

Pastor Peter talks about how in 2011 when they first took the portions of Luke and Acts back to the community and listened to it for the first time, some significant discussions came up about a few passages. When they only had the pidgin trade language Bible and they would read Acts 4:12, people still thought there were many ways to God. The message in the Tok Pisin Bible was not clear to them.

After they translated Acts into the Arop language, however, the message of that verse now became completely clear to them in their own language. They now read that and understand that Jesus is this man that God sent to save us, and no one else.

Another passage that became very clear was Luke 19:10. Now they understand that Jesus is this man that God sent to save those who are lost. So the reading of these two Bible verses was a really big thing that happened when they went through the chapters to check the translations.

It’s in their own language so they do not misunderstand it.

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