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In
June 2001 my wife Abby and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary
by taking a trip of a lifetime. We traveled to the Island Nation of
Vanuatu located in the South Pacific approximately 1900 km
northeast
of Brisbane, Australia. We departed from Vancouver, BC Canada and
arrived in Sydney, Australia. After resting for the day, we took
the
evening flight to Vanuatu. We arrived in the capital city of Port
Vila on the island of Efate at midnight in a driving tropical
downpour. After checking through customs and gathering up our luggage
we found our ride that would take us to our island resort. A
small 2
door compact car pulled up and we jumped into the backseat with all
of our luggage on top of us. Our driver and escort were local
natives, we found it "a little" unnerving as we hydroplaned
over the large mud puddles through the streets of Port Vila. A small
boat took us across to our retreat. All our senses seemed
to be
working overtime and culture shock was already setting in. As we
walked down the trail to our beach bungalow the amplified sounds
from
the crickets kept us on high alert. The holes in the window screens
motivated us to spray down with tropical strength bug spray
and the
large spiders hovering in the corners convinced us to keep the lights
on as we crawled into bed for the night. After a few days
we began to
settle down and enjoy our tropical surroundings.
I had first learned of Vanuatu in the middle 1980's when I was hired to haul a load of garbage to the city dump. Part of the load was an old box of books. As they teetered on the tailgate I deliberated on whether I should keep them or kick them off. Something inside me said, "don't throw them away". So I took them home and put them in the basement, forgetting all about them until a cold winters day when I stumbled across them again. I took them upstairs and threw them into the fireplace for fuel. Fortunately, Abby came running when she saw me throw them in and said, "No, save them, they're old books.". We did save some and almost immediately I began to read one of them. It was a 2 volume set written in 1891 by the Presbyterian missionary John G Paton. I later learned that this was a rare set of books about the missionary who went to the New Hebrides in 1858, renamed Vanuatu in 1980 after gaining independence from the British and the French.
At
the end of an unmarked overgrown trail through a coconut grove lay
not only Mrs. Paton's grave but their son's as well. It was a sober
moment
as we silently
honored their memory and reflected on the
huge
sacrifice they paid to share the gospel with the people of Tanna. As
we started back down the trail I
began to tell Chief Narua the
story
(recorded in Billy Graham's book 'Angels") of how on one
occasion John Paton's life was miraculously
spared. A cyclone had
come through, destroying the banana crops. The chiefs got together
and discussed that this disaster must have been caused by Paton's
God
and resolved that he must be killed. They marched around his hut all
night long while the Paton's were inside praying. In
the morning
they
all left without incident. Some time later Paton asked one of the
chiefs, "why didn't you kill me that night?" The chief
replied,"we couldn't, there were too many men standing
around
your hut with drawn swords". Paton explained that they must have
been angels for they were alone. Chief Narua asked me who some of
the
chiefs were back then. I mentioned the high chief of Port Resolution
Nowar who was also John Paton's best friend and
had saved his
life on
many occasions. At this Chief Narua fell to his knees and poked 5
holes in the sand. Our guide and interpreter Philemon said "he's
Nowar's great great grandson." We were all amazed at the events
that were unfolding. Almost without thinking I said to the chief, "I
will come back in 2 years and bring
you a copy of the John Paton
story". Later Philemon said to send him the book and he would
read it to Narua for he feared he
would be dead in 2 years. I did
send the book to Philemon once back in Canada.
Later that day we visited Mount Yashur and looked into the fiery inferno as it spit hot lava into the night sky. I remembered reading that Captain Cook was denied access by the natives to this volcano when he came to Port Resolution in the 1770's for they considered it holy ground.
We partnered with local native Pastors and other local leaders, making the distribution a great success. Pastor Barnabas said, "remember this day September 28,2002, this day makes history the bibles have come for the first time for free to the people The first bible went to a crippled man named Jack he literally jumped up and down on the ground and had a huge smile when he was given a bible. Many speeches were made of how happy they were, most believing they would never be able to have a bible of their own. I previously had one of the bibles wrapped in tropical fish wrapping paper for a special gift for Chief Narua. I went to see Philemon and asked him how Chief Narua was. He reported that just one month earlier he had died. I was saddened by the news, I asked him if he had given the Chief the Paton book. He said that he had given the book to him and his son Weary had read it to him. After hearing the Paton story Chief Narua said, "I must become a Christian" and gave his life to the Lord Jesus. I was happy for him that he had made his peace with God. I had intended now to give the special bible to the eldest son of Chief Narua but when all his sons came forward to get a bible during a ceremony at Port Resolution, I decided to leave it in my pack.
On
July 22 ,2003 my wife Abby, daughter Sher and I returned to Vanuatu.
After landing in Port Vila we started making arrangements for bibles
to be shipped to the island of Tanna. Our native friend Pastor
Barnabas picked us up at the airport and took us to the grass hut he
had specially made for us in faith, believing we would return.
This
year we had 224 more Bislama bibles to give out. We traveled to
distant mountain villages, which were difficult to reach, some
could
only be reached by climbing steep slippery jungle trails on foot.
Chief Kauia, an elderly man clad in grass coverings said, "
today we accept the gospel in this village for the first time .
Never
before have I allowed the Gospel nor has any chief before me, but now
we will receive the Gospel because the bibles have come." At
another village the chief startled us when he announced that he knew
that we would be coming and explained through an
interpreter that he
had been in WW2 showing the U.S. marines around when someone told him
that there would be a white man coming with bibles. It went
through
my mind just how many years he had been waiting. He said that he had
always opposed a church but now that the bibles had come he would
allow it, and started handing bibles out himself.On November 28, 2004 we went back to Vanuatu. At first we went North to Malekula, Akhamb, Santo and Tangoa. Jacklyn Reuben Titek the coordinator of the Bible society of Vanuatu along with his wife Lucy and family accompanied us to the northern islands. Their home islands are Akhamb and Tangoa, they were essential as guides and interpreters, helping us find remote villages, and ultimately making the mission trip a success. Our first landing in our small plane was in a grass field at Lamap Airport, a tractor pulling a hay wagon then picked us up and took us to the ocean. We waited about three hours on the beach for our boat and driver to arrive. We all piled into our overloaded boat and were finally on our way. Fortunately Lucy had brought umbrellas to protect us from the scorching sun. It was a long three hour journey to Akhamb island. We were thankful that the sea was calm as there were no life jackets on board. Several times during our long, hot voyage we were visited by playful dolphins refreshing us emotionally. The people of Akhamb have no electricity and few modern conveniences living very simply and happy. One man had recently lost his son in a wild cow hunt and was comforted when he was given a bible of his own.
Next we landed at South West Bay and took a refreshing dip in the river. We hiked for many hours into the mountains to meet a nomadic tribe and gave them all bibles. It was just one week before Christmas and one leader commented that the usual Christmas gift was a candy. He laughed with great joy that this year they all got the Word of God. After one week we left Malekula for the Island of Santo. Here too we visited many remote villages bringing the people the message of Eternal Hope.
After distributing bibles on these islands we went back to the southerly island of Tanna. We found our friend Chief Issac who lives at the base of the volcano and he graciously accepted bibles for his people. Once again on all these islands we found that people were hungry for the Word of God. Most of the people never have had a bible before. There are many challenges that we face in doing God's work but the joy we experience makes one forget the hardships and opposition that comes when you're living on the edge and out of the comfort zone . On this years Mission Trip we were able to give out 738 more bibles; in total we have now given out 1667 bibles. Our Lord Jesus Christ in Matthew 14 :13- 21 said to his disciples, "you give them something to eat" after they had told him to send the hungry people away. But they only had a few fish and loafs of bread. We can learn from this passage, all we need to do is bring our resources, however small they may seem and when He blesses them, they will grow. After returning home we received a note from Pastor Silas of Tanna. He is a native of Tanna and has been a Presbyterian Pastor for over 50 years but now has come out of retirement, because so many people are coming to Christ. He says the bible has had a great result. He also said many are still needing a bible. They say , "now we are coming back to the light, it's our turn we want to worship too."
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Phone 1-800-979-4743 (USA & Canada)