As we started building among the Konomala people, God worked in the details.
An Interrupted Journey “Amdu friends of ours left the village one day on a long journey only to return later [...]
Looking to retirement the following year, there was much work they still wanted to accomplish. That was the plan.
“They are getting a taste of how much better God’s Word communicates in their own heart language….”
For the Menya, Christmas may have been an unknown and the birth of Jesus insignificant. But not anymore.
“I walked for three days to get here,” one of the attendees said, and another expressed the same. But who were these men?
“I had never experienced Dave’s expertise and systematic guidance in the way so many of our missionaries do — from long distance!”
“As we got out of the helicopter, the Wantakian people were everywhere just waiting to see us and shake our hands.”
For too long, a fog of misunderstanding, false doctrine and belief in any other god than the one true God had hung over the hearts of the Menya people. But over these past weeks, as the missionaries taught foundational, chronological Bible lessons, they saw the haze blocking the true light of the gospel beginning to dissipate.