I must admit that I thought I would have plenty of time to keep up with the blog, but we have been non-stop! Monday we spent the day working on the disk-golf course. We finished an entire tee-box and “hole” for them and when the kids joined us the men kept working in the woods and the girls and kids painted a shed. Tuesday was all fun with a tour of the grounds and only a little more work. Wednesday we started with work by painting and ended with a plane ride before going through the Alphabet museum. You may be wondering why I didn’t have time to blog, but I still have not mentioned the wonderful lunches, presentations and dinners. We have met so many missionaries with so many fabulous stories. I thought I was coming to help them, but they have been such a blessing.
There are pilots that can tell stories of the native tribes of Papua New Guinea. There was a father who sent his son to school in the mission field and his son wanted to take his potato gun. The father asked the school teacher if that was allowed and the teacher said “absolutely if he will use it on the baboons”. Fending off baboons was a tricky feat for this lady without it. But the greatest story was when one missionary told the detailed story of how the one 18 year old kid brought the Word of God in his own language and it changed his world so radically that he joined him and was able to bring to his family the entire New Testament in this small villages own language. So many stories. So many wonderful people. And I thought I was coming here to bless them! I am already trying to plan a trip back. Obeying God by reaching every tribe and every tongue is more than just a few missionaries on the field. There are pilots and airplane mechanics, software techs and laptop experts, partners that fund and partners that pray, and each of them are just as important as the ones on the field. There is so much more to missions that I never knew. I am so glad I came.
Kim Lopez
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