Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Thankful for the Potholes

If there is one thing that missions work in Papua New Guinea gives you, it is the opportunity to complain. I wish that I could say that I have not fallen prey to that temptation, but I have, and often.

Complaining is a disease. It is like a viral plague that is quickly transmitted from one person to the next. Before you know it, everybody is infected.

In the book of Numbers, we read about how the Israelites complained incessantly to Moses, accusing him of bringing them out into the wilderness to die, while longing to go back to the fish, cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions, and garlic that they ate in Egypt. It seems that they forgot the whips of their slave masters and the ruthless efforts to kill all of their newborn sons.

I recently heard a poem about thankfulness that caused me to give serious reconsideration to the things I am so apt to complain about in my life. I decided to write my own poem about thankfulness as it applies to life here in Papua New Guinea:

I am thankful for the rain, because it means that my water tank will not soon be empty.

I am thankful for the cold, because it means that the threat of malaria is far reduced.

I am thankful for the potholes, because it means that I have a car to drive.

I am thankful when the store is out of meat, because it means that I can afford such a luxury.

I am thankful for the bee hive in my wall, because it means that I have a home.

I am thankful for the ants’ nest in the power outlet, because it means that I have electricity.

I am thankful when I have to hang up the laundry on the line outside, because it means that I have clothes to wear.

I am thankful when the Internet is slow, because it means that I have near instant communication with the world around me.

I am thankful when I must walk on slippery paths and steep hills, because it means that I am healthy enough to do so. 

I am thankful for the potholes, because it means that I have a car to drive
Translation Progress
The translation team continues to make progress in drafting the New Testament. Over the past two months, the team has drafted 2 Timothy, Philemon, Colossians, and is currently working on the last chapter of 1 John. In June, Martin Harty, one of the Enga Bible Translation team members, came to Ukarumpa and recorded the book of Luke. Because Martin is such a skilled reader, we were able to complete the recording in just five and a half days. We now have three gospels recorded in the Enga language. Although we will be distributing Luke on a limited basis in the months to come, we are looking forward to the arrival of two teams from Newbreak Church to officially launch the book of Luke to the larger community in Enga in September and November. Please pray for the book to be well received. 

Martin Harty recording the book of Luke
An Unexpected Opportunity
During our most recent stay in Enga, we had the opportunity to explore the area surrounding our home in Immi village. One day we crossed the long, suspension bridge over the Lai River and headed along a path up the mountain. It was a beautiful walk and it was not too long before we could look back and see our house on the other side of the river. Just as we were about to turn around and go home, we came upon a small market area. Jacob, our oldest, was walking ahead, and as soon as the children saw him coming, they erupted in a frenzy of excitement. As the rest of us arrived, I (Adam) was quickly ushered into the center of the market area and told that I needed to speak to the people. Extemporaneous speaking in Enga is not my strength. Fortunately, however, I was able to recall some of the things I had said in the sermon I had recently delivered in the Enga language, and I did my best to share about the Kingdom of God with the people at the market, playing for them a small sample from the Gospel of Matthew on my phone. That unexpected occurrence made me realize that God has given me a tremendous opportunity. Because people are so excited to hear a foreigner speak Enga, I have the possibility of going almost anywhere in the province and drawing a crowd just by speaking. Please pray that God will give me the wisdom and ability to make use of this special opportunity to share the good news of the Kingdom in public places. Please pray as well that He will give me increased fluency in the Enga language.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

A Time of Rest

I (Martha) know I am entering Enga Province when I begin to see a small scattering of lupines lining the road. When I see the tall violet flowers standing at attention, I begin to relax and ease into the transition. After a whirlwind four weeks in Ukarumpa, with all of the end of the school year activities, including Jacob’s sixth grade graduation, we chose to spend the kids' school break in Enga. We have never done a four-week turnaround before, and needless to say, it was not easy. We were tired, but the opportunity to be in Enga without having to homeschool sounded too good to pass up. So far it has been worth it. We began our stay by hosting a new missionary couple from Romania in our home for a few days and showing the Enga Jesus Film at a church down the road. This involved Adam having to back our truck into a stream so several men could carry the generator across the water and up the hill to the church. It was a beautiful night and several people were able to watch the stories of Jesus come alive on screen in their own language. Unfortunately, it was cold, and by that time Adam’s body had worn out. He came down with a terrible stomach flu and has spent the week at home in bed.

After an exhausting several months (honestly two years), we all spent the week doing virtually nothing. I have to say this has been one of my favorite weeks ever. Not the times where Adam thought he was on the verge of death of course, but the times when I watched my kids make spinning tops out of Legos, and then name the tops, and create games and competitions with them. The times when we read aloud a biography of Amy Carmichael, and I heard my kids debate about who had the hardest experiences: Gladys Aylward, Corrie Ten Boom, or Amy Carmichael. Over a year ago they debated about who the greatest superheroes were: Batman, Superman, or Iron Man. Those conversations made Adam’s and my heart ache a bit as we began to realize how meaningless such heroes were, and so we have started to introduce them to real heroes—heroes of the faith. We have had some beautiful discussions about what it means to be obedient followers of Christ. We had decided ahead of time that for this trip to Enga, we would not watch any TV shows or movies or have any time on the tablet, so instead the kids have lost themselves in books, played outside with the local children, and stayed up late beating their mother at a card game called Nerts with screeching laughter.

All the while, Adam has been resting and recovering. I think sometimes when we don’t take time to rest, God smacks us on the head and says, "If you are not going to do it yourself, I am going to make you." Unfortunately for Adam this meant fever, chills, and lots of other unpleasant things. With Adam unable to drive to town, our food has been running out, particularly garden food. We have really wanted some bananas. So a few nights ago I decided to pray for someone to give us bananas. I usually don’t pray for small things like that. I guess I think God doesn’t have time for those things, but lo and behold, someone brought us bananas the next morning. Our God is in the small things too. He knows our every need and hears our every prayer. Adam is doing better now and is able to drive to town to restock our food supply, so please don't worry about us.

We have a couple more weeks before we return to Ukarumpa for the first term of the school year. At that point, I will begin to homeschool Jacob. This will not be easy for my extraverted son, but he will take band and an elective course at the high school, and he is in full agreement with this decision. Please pray for this transition to homeschooling Jacob. Please also pray that I would be able to get out into the community during the next couple of weeks, meet some more people in the community, and learn a few more Enga words and phrases.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Preaching in Enga

In April, I (Adam) shared with you that I was feeling led by the Holy Spirit to begin preaching, both in Enga as well as among the missionary community in Ukarumpa. Well, I am happy to report that I have preached twice now in the Enga language. It took me a long time to prepare my first sermon. Each sentence was a struggle as I would painstakingly have to figure out how to communicate in Enga what came so naturally and easily in English. Sometimes I just didn’t have the level of fluency in Enga to say what I wanted to say, so I would have to find creative ways to make the same point. Nevertheless, I was able to compose the sermon in such a way as to communicate the message that God had laid upon my heart. Surprisingly, as I was in the worship service waiting for my time to deliver my message, I was not the least bit nervous. And while I was forced to read most of the sermon as I delivered it, I was still able to get good eye contact with the congregation and preach rather than just read aloud. I was encouraged to know that the congregation was following along because they applauded at the right moments. A few weeks later I delivered the same sermon again at another church, this time feeling a little more comfortable and even straying from the script at a couple of points, speaking off the cuff in Enga. Please pray for me as I attempt to write more sermons in the future. Pray specifically that my skills in the Enga language will increase and that I will not be bound to reading the majority of the sermon from a printed script.

Preaching my first sermon in Enga
Later this month I will be preaching my first sermon among the missionary community in Ukarumpa. And while I was not at all nervous about preaching in Enga, I am a bit more nervous about preaching to this community in English. It is intimidating to preach to your peers, especially when so many of them are Bible translators with an in-depth knowledge of the text. It is also difficult to preach to a group that comes from a wide variety of church backgrounds and cultures. So please pray that the Lord will guide me I deliver my first sermon to the Ukarumpa community on June 18.

Last month we began literacy training with a small group in the village of Immi where we live. Included in the group were three teenage boys, not much older than our son Jacob. I had selected Matthew 4:18-22 as a short text for us to read together, and each person took a turn reading one sentence at a time. Because everyone there had some experience reading in Tok Pisin and/or English, they were quickly able to pick up on how to read in Enga, even though some of them had never tried reading in Enga before. Benjamin’s son Lami was particularly skilled at reading, and Martha and I were encouraged to see the group doing so well. Please pray for the group to gain fluency in reading in Enga, and pray that more in the village will develop an interest in learning how to read.

Benjamin and his son Lami reading Scripture in Enga
Translation Progress
During our six-week stay in the village, we were able to make great progress on the translation. We finished our final checks of the book of Luke, which we are in the process of recording as you read this. We also finished reviewing all of my advisor notes for the book of John, and so I am now ready to back-translate John into English for a consultant check. We then drafted 1 Timothy and Titus, and the team is continuing to draft 2 Timothy. The epistles are more difficult to translate than the gospels, so please pray for wisdom for us as we translate. For example, we spent about an hour and a half on 1 Timothy 1:11, which says, "in accordance with the glorious gospel of the blessed God with which I have been entrusted." The problem was that the translators kept wanting to make 'I have been entrusted' the main point of the text, when actually that clause functions like an adjective to modify 'the glorious gospel of the blessed God'. It is subtleties like these that non-native English speakers can really struggle with, and the epistles are full of constructions like that. In Enga, the main verb always comes at the end of the sentence, and so when they see a verb at the end of the sentence in English, they assume that it is the main verb.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Home Sweet Home!

Greetings from Immi village in Enga Province! We’ve been in our new house here in Immi for three weeks now. What a thrill it was to see the kids excitedly run through their new home and finally be in the place we’ve been talking about for years.

The trip here was long and difficult, as the rainy season has wreaked havoc on the roads. We are extremely grateful for our friends, Matt Taylor and David Smith, who braved the difficult roads and caravanned with us, driving an additional truck filled with our furniture. They helped put our futons and bunkbeds together and didn’t complain about the fact that we did not have a real meal for forty-eight hours. The refrigerator we had purchased didn’t work, so we had to drive it back to Mt. Hagen (two hours away) to get it repaired. When we came back, it still didn’t work, so the store delivered a new fridge the next day. We’ve never been so happy to have cold food!

Because of things like that, it took awhile for us to settle in, and we still have lots of little projects to do to fully turn this house into a home, but we are thoroughly enjoying all the amazing comforts of having a washing machine, constant electricity, and plenty of water that never gets shut off unexpectedly. The kids continue to marvel that we have an oven that we can turn on without a match and that also has a light, fan, and timer. We still don’t have a bathroom mirror, but I (Martha) am rather enjoying having no idea what I look like for days on end.

Jacob is enjoying teaching the local kids how to play baseball, while Bella and Asher make new friends and play under the house in the mud. While Adam is away at work during the day, I have been busy homeschooling, cooking, and trying to keep the mud off the walls and floor. Nevertheless, I have still found time to make and share lots of banana bread with our neighbors from their generous donations of bananas. It is good to be in a place that we can truly call home.

Jacob and his friend Lami playing Wiffle Ball behind our house
Translation Progress
Since arriving in Enga last month, we have completely finished checking the book of Luke so that it is now ready for recording, which will begin at the end of this month. We have also completed our read-through of the book of John, which I (Adam) am now translating back into English to be checked by a consultant. We are also drafting 1 Timothy, which we expect to complete in the next week or two. It is encouraging to see continued progress in our work and to see the Word come alive in the Enga language. I know many Enga people are eagerly awaiting each new book as we translate. Just last week, a man came to the place where we translate to see if the book of Luke was ready for release yet. The translation team informed me that many others are also asking when the next book will be released.

The kids are excited about the new house
Enga Literacy
Last month I was delightfully surprised when Nete Talian, one of the Enga translators, told me that his church was now doing literacy training in the Enga language using our translation of the Bible. One of the largest barriers to people actually reading the Scriptures in their own language (and not just listening to recordings of them) is the low literacy level most Papua New Guineans have in their vernacular language. If they go to school, they are taught to read English, but they are often not taught how to read their own language. And because people are not trained to read their own language, they are often intimidated to try. I then found out that Benjamin and his wife Martha, the couple who donated land for us to build a house, wanted to attend that literacy course, but they didn’t have the funds to do so. As a result, we have decided to start our own Enga literacy course for the people of Immi village. Please pray for guidance as we have never taught adult literacy before, and pray that the people in Immi village will develop a hunger to read the Word of God in their own language.

Election Season
We are now in the midst of election season in Papua New Guinea. Here, instead of non-stop television advertisements, there are non-stop caravans of vehicles campaigning for the various candidates, which involve incessant megaphone announcements and parades through town. All the noise makes it hard to concentrate on translation work, so please pray for added focus as well as for a peaceful election process.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

It Is Well

Through it all, through it all
My eyes are on You
And it is well with me

Those words from the Kristene DiMarco song, "It Is Well", captured the theme of our biennial conference last month. Translators and support workers from all over Papua New Guinea gathered together to remember that when we keep our eyes on God, it is truly well with our souls.

I (Adam) was asked to share a testimony on the first morning of the conference relating to the theme of "It Is Well". So I shared about the accident that occurred on January 30th when we were transporting our building materials to Enga. I shared about this accident in our last newsletter, so I won't go into the details again. But there was one part of the story I didn't share with you, and it was this part of the story that the Lord prompted me to share at the conference. This is [in part] what I shared:

As the initial chaos [revolving around the accident] settled down, I looked up and saw the driver of the truck sitting on top of the truck with his face in his hands. He looked devastated. And I felt the Lord prompting me to go encourage him. So I climbed up on the truck, put my arm around him and said, "What happened is not your fault. You are new to this country, but we have been here for a few years now, and let me tell you that these things happen. Trucks turn over all the time on the Highlands Highway. This is not the end of the world. What is in the back of the truck is just stuff, but we can praise God that nobody was seriously injured. We'll get this figured out and we'll get the truck fixed. It will be okay." Then I prayed for him.

And you know what, despite everything that had happened, I had a peace from the Lord that it truly was going to be ok. Even if we had to scrap the project for the time being, I knew that it was going to be ok. In the midst of chaos, I had a peace from God that I couldn't quite explain. And, even though I wasn't looking forward to what it would take to get things back on track, I knew that things were going to be ok, and it was truly well with my soul.

I praise God for giving me peace in the midst of very difficult circumstances, and I thank Him that, despite our trials on that day, we now have a home to call our own in Enga.

Gathered together for conference
The guest speaker for the conference was Dr. Clive Burnard, a spirit-filled Baptist preacher from Plymouth, England. Dr. Burnard was a scientific atheist until the age of 32, when God proved to him that He was real in a way that he could not logically refute. God used Dr. Burnard to bring about great spiritual renewal among the people in attendance at Conference, and we were blessed beyond measure by his ministry. At one point, after I had shared my testimony and an additional brief message about faith, Dr. Burnard pulled me aside because he felt prompted by the Holy Spirit to pray for me. He encouraged me, saying that God was going to use me in pastoral ministry and to preach His Word. There was no way he could have known that I had been struggling with the very call to start preaching (in addition to my translation work), both in the Enga language to the people in Enga, but also in English to the people in Ukarumpa. But his encouragement gave me the boost I needed to commit to following the Lord's leading. So pray for me as I prepare messages in Enga and in English (and perhaps Tok Pisin too). Please pray that the messages I prepare will be fully grounded in the love of God.

Martha also played an important role at conference, leading the spiritual emphasis team. Each morning for seven days, we were challenged by inspiring testimonies, dramas, and stories that reminded us that God is in control and we are called to trust in Him. At one point, we all wrote on triangular pieces of construction paper the mountains that are facing us, and we taped them on a mountain panorama on stage. On the last day of the conference, we each wrote a truth about God that would help us to overcome our mountains. We then placed them on the same panorama, covering over our mountains to remind us that with faith as small as a mustard seed, we can move mountains. It was powerful to see hundreds of people streaming to the front of the meeting house, many in tears, clinging to their faith that no mountain is too big for God.

Dr. Clive Burnard
Prayer Request
On April 5 and 6, we will be traveling to Enga to 'move in' to our new house. We will be accompanied by two fellow missionaries, who will be driving a medium-sized truck carrying the furniture for our house. Please pray for safe travel over hazardous roads. (The truck is much smaller than the one that had the accident in January, so it should be a much easier drive.) Please also pray for us as we transition to life in our new home and for building relationships in the village.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Our House is Built!

It is with great joy that I report to you that our house in the village of Immi in Enga Province is now built. After three years of planning and waiting and delays, a crew of missionaries from the construction department along with Papua New Guinean employees and local helpers from the village of Immi put the house together in under three weeks.

Our house in the village of Immi
I wish I could say that everything went off without a hitch, but the trip did not start out well. On Monday, January 30, ten of us set off from Ukarumpa in a caravan of three vehicles: my small Toyota Hilux truck, a mid-sized Dyna truck, and a large Hino 700, which was hauling the bulk of our building materials. Because the Hino 700 was hauling such a heavy load, we drove slowly. I led the way in my truck, followed by the Hino 700 and then the Dyna. After three hours, we reached Goroka, where we stopped to refuel. As we started on our way, I realized that I forgot to put oil in my truck, so I pulled off at another gas station to get oil while the other two trucks continued on their way. I knew they would be going slowly and that I would easily catch up.

After getting oil and driving for about fifteen minutes, I came around a bend and saw a large truck similar to our Hino 700 that had overturned on the side of the road. At first I felt bad for the driver as I came upon the scene, but then I realized that it was our Hino 700. I pulled over on the side of the road only to see some Papua New Guineans flocking around the truck with great enthusiasm and excitement as if it were Christmas morning. I found out that the truck had swerved to avoid a large pothole and that the front left tire got caught in the soft ground on the side of the road which pulled the entire truck down. Fortunately there were no serious injuries, but there was great concern that our building materials would either be damaged or taken away. Thankfully the tarp covering our materials had not torn off and the straps still held everything in place (although one strap came within a few threads of tearing completely).

One of the straps hanging by just a few threads after the accident
We were also fortunate that the accident occurred near a large Seventh Day Adventist school. When the accident occurred, the head of the school’s security quickly came to the scene and told people to leave our truck alone and to go on their way. Nevertheless, it was still a chaotic scene, and so I climbed on top of the truck and yelled to the crowd in Tok Pisin, explaining that I was not a businessman but a missionary and that the goods in truck were dedicated to the work of the Lord. People slowly began to disperse, and the local tribesmen (including the head of security) assured us that they would look after our things.

We kept trying to call back to our families and coworkers in Ukarumpa, but our phone calls were not going through. Yet, by God’s grace, we were able to contact the head of the construction department every time we called out, and he was able to contact us. He arranged for a rescue vehicle to come and pull the truck back onto the road. The only problem was that the vehicle was more than five hours away. It was a little past eleven o’clock in the morning, but the truck wouldn’t arrive until close to five o’clock. So we sat around and waited.

As we spent the day waiting, the local Papua New Guineans who were watching our truck brought some food for us. And after a while, I remembered that I had a large quantity of banana bread and chocolate chip cookies that Martha had made for the trip, and so I shared our food with them as well, which they really appreciated. Then I sat down with them and we shared stories about life in America and a little bit about our work as Bible translators. At 4:20 in the afternoon the rescue truck arrived and the driver put the truck perpendicular to our truck by driving straight into the weeds on the opposite side of the road. Then he hooked three cables to the side of our truck and used a tiny remote control to operate the cables and pull our truck completely back up onto the road side. Our driver got back into the truck and it started up, but, to be safe, we opted to have the rescue truck tow our truck to the headquarters of New Tribes Mission, about thirty minutes away.

Talking with the local Papua New Guineans who were guarding our truck
It was after dark when we arrived at New Tribes Mission, and at that point we didn’t feel good about continuing on with the project. We didn’t know if our building materials had been damaged, and we also didn’t know how we were going to get everything to Enga. Plus, we were all in a bit of shock from the events of the day. We were all thinking that we would head back to Ukarumpa in the morning and try to get the project going at a later point in time. But when we woke up the next morning, we felt a renewed vigor. We realized that, despite the challenges of the prior day, this was our opportunity to build the house. There were other projects that the construction department was waiting to complete after the construction of our house, and a return to Ukarumpa could mean another long delay. Plus, it felt like a moral victory if we could somehow keep going. So we contacted Mapai Transport, the same company who had sent the rescue vehicle the day before. They agreed to bring a 40-foot flatbed trailer for us that same day. So we started the work of unloading the truck and reloading it onto the Mapai trailer.

As we began unloading, we were delighted to discover that the building materials had suffered minimal damage. Almost everything was still intact and usable. The team worked very hard from early in the morning until late at night unloading and loading, and by 8:00 p.m., the job was finished. Mapai came back the next morning (Wednesday) and hauled the flatbed away, although they had told us that it wouldn’t arrive in Enga until Saturday. So we made plans to transfer all the items for pouring the concrete post pads into the mid-sized Dyna and headed up to Mt. Hagen, and then to Enga the next day. We started as soon as we arrived (Thursday afternoon) and had the post pads ready by the time the truck arrived on Saturday. What followed was an intense two and a half weeks of construction starting each day at 7:00 a.m. and finishing around 6:00 p.m.

Transferring building materials to the Mapai trailer
Our friend Benjamin, who had donated the land for us to build, also let our team sleep in his house during our time there, and Benjamin’s wife, Martha, cooked all of our dinners for us. We would bathe in a small waterfall hidden in a cave just downhill from the roadside in cold, yet refreshing, river water. Benjamin and his family slept in a camping tent we had brought, keeping watch over our tools and construction materials at night. They had never slept in a camping tent before and really enjoyed the experience. As for us, there were eight of us in Benjamin’s two-bedroom bush house, but it worked out just fine as we all slept side-by-side, three to each room and two in the main room. By the time three more construction workers had arrived the following week, we already had the roof on the house, so four of us moved to start sleeping in the new house.

Trouble Getting River Stones
There are many more experiences I could share about regarding our house building project, but due to the length of this email, I will share just one. We needed to build a drain field for the septic tank. A drain field is basically a long, deep trench that is filled with large stones to give the septic water overflow a place to drain. So we needed to collect a large number of stones from a river for the drain field (enough stones to fill the back of a 12-foot long flatbed truck). So Benjamin told me to drive the mid-sized truck down the road to a stream. After driving a short distance, Benjamin directed me to turn off the road onto what looked like a walking path but was actually a 'road'. Nevertheless, I proceeded along the ‘road’ as he directed, praying as I drove along that the truck wouldn’t get stuck or tip over due to the conditions. As we got close to the river, I was instructed to turn the truck around and back it up the rest of the way, which I did nervously, praying as I went, and fortunately reaching the river with no incident.

Digging out the septic tank drain field
The river was in the land of the next tribe over, and as we began pulling stones out, one of the local landowners forbid us from taking any stones. Benjamin and those who had come to help us argued with the landowner for about fifteen minutes, trying to get him to change his mind. But no matter what they said, he wouldn’t budge. In my flesh, I began contemplating what I could say to him. I thought about saying, “Look, I drive to Wabag town all the time, but if you don’t help me I will never stop and take anybody from this tribe to town.” But as I stood there thinking such thoughts, the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart and reminded me, “If you love [only] those who love you, what reward do you have?” So, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to allow us to take any stones, I went to him and said the exact opposite of what I had been thinking. I told him, “You don’t want to help us, but that is okay. When I go to town, I will still stop and pick you up and take you if you want to go to town. There are no hard feelings.” He didn’t quite understand what I said at first, so I repeated it and shook his hand with a smile. Then we all started back to the truck. As we were walking back to the truck, he said to us, “Kuki mendalapo nyalapa,” which literally means, “Take just a few,” but in practical appication means, “Go ahead and take whatever you want.” So we started filling up the truck with stones, and he even got into the river and helped us. Later he came by the house to see the progress, and I gave him a can of Coke, which is a sign of friendship in Enga. God is good!

Thank You for Your Prayers!
After finishing the house in just three weeks (including travel time and delays), we returned to Ukarumpa exhausted. It took about a week for me to recover and regain my strength. We are planning on ‘moving in’ at the end of this month. We will still split our time between Ukarumpa and Enga, but having a house in Enga now will allow us to spend much more time there. Please pray for us as we transport furniture to the house in Enga and get settled in. Pray that our furniture would arrive in Ukarumpa in time for us to transport it to Enga when we go up later this month and pray for safety as we travel on the road.

Thank you for all the prayers and support along this journey of building our house in Enga and translating the Bible into Enga. We couldn’t do what we do without the prayers and support of faithful partners like you!

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Construction is Underway!

After three years of planning, praying, and waiting, construction of our village house in Enga is finally underway! As you read this update, I (Adam) am in the village of Immi in Enga Province, along with a small construction crew, where we are building our house in the middle of the sweet potato garden in the picture below.

The site where we are building our house in Immi village
Because much of the construction was completed ahead of time in Ukarumpa, the main construction phase of the house should only take three or four weeks. During that time the construction crew and I are staying in homes with the local villagers, who are kind enough to host us and cook for us. Martha and the kids are staying back in Uka-rumpa because there is nowhere for them to stay as we work.

Because we will be living in a place without electricity or running water, our house will include a large water tank that stores rain water collected from the roof as well as a solar panel system to provide basic energy needs such as lighting, refrigeration, and a washing machine. That means that we are dependent upon getting lots of sun and lots of rain. Fortunately, Enga has both. When it is sunny, it is very sunny. And when it rains, it rains hard. It’s funny—when you depend directly on the rain for your water supply, it gives you a whole new attitude towards rainy days!

Our house site is situated right along the Highlands Highway. (You can see a small portion of the highway all the way to the right in the picture above.) This makes it very convenient as it is about a fifteen minute drive to Wabag town, which is where the Enga Bible translation team works. Yet it still very much has the feel of a remote village with beautiful mountains and streams.

Please pray for us during this time as I will be separated from Martha and the kids. Pray that the construction process will go well without any major problems, hindrances, or unexpected delays. Please pray especially that everything will be completed within the time allotted.

The truck loaded up to transport our house materials to Enga
Why Immi?
Many Engans wonder why we would choose to build our house in the village of Immi among the Dyuapini tribe. The Dyuapini tribe has a reputation for being the center of tribal fighting in Enga. And it is true that they have a long history of fighting reaching back to 1972. However, they recently paid compensation to their (former) enemies, and the new generation that has arisen is trying to turn over a new leaf. When some Engans express concern that we are building in Immi, this is what I tell them:

“When we were in America, many people were concerned about us coming to Papua New Guinea because it is not a safe place. Once we arrived in Papua New Guinea, we began thinking about working in the Highlands, but many people told us that the Highlands was not a good place. Then, when we decided to work in Enga, many people told us that Enga was the worst place in the Highlands. Now, you are telling us that Immi is a bad place, and we shouldn’t live there. But if I had followed that sort of thinking, we never would have come to Papua New Guinea in the first place. Besides, if missionaries are not willing to go to the more difficult places with the good news of the Kingdom of God, then who will be?”

The fact is that it is precisely places like Immi that are most in need of a witness to the good news that “the Kingdom of God is at hand.” Equally important is the fact that Martha and I both feel that Immi is exactly where God wants us to be. We know we have no guarantees (Martha’s heart attack in 2010 showed us that we don’t have any guarantees in America either), but we trust that the Lord is leading and guiding us, and we pray that our presence will somehow be a part of God’s work to transform Immi from a past of violence to a future of peace in the name of Jesus Christ.

Signing the agreement to build our house in Immi
Special Thanks!
When we first asked for prayer about the decision to build a house in Enga, one couple, without any prompting from us, donated $40,000 for our house. At the time we did not know them very well, and we were amazed that they were willing to invest so generously in our ministry in such a meaningful way. We would like to thank them again for their loving encouragement and support. Without their investment, I don’t know how we would be able to build our house and spend time in Enga working on the translation and ministering to the people.

To view a video related to our house building and recent translation activity, please click here.