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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...

Midnight in the Village

Dec. 7, 2014

Every crack in the bark slats beneath me let cold air through my grass mat bed. Every muscle in my body ached from the heavy pack I had carried 13 miles through mud and jungle rain. I had not made such a journey for many years.

A team of Bible school students and I had come to a remote island in Indonesia’s Maluku province for special work among the unreached. Throughout our trip, we encountered darkness as deep as midnight — both physical and spiritual.

The jungle trail had long been deserted and was only used for foot travel. Often the grass was 8 to 10 feet high. Our eyes stayed fixed on the ground as we watched for snakes that crept out of the mud. Rain had been heavy, causing rivers to rise. We soon quit trying to keep ourselves dry.

The last lap of the trail emerged on the other edge of the jungle and crossed a swollen torrent rushing toward the sea. By this time my feet and legs were cramping, and I feared I would have to creep the last part of the journey. I stopped to pray, and a wonderful warm sensation flowed through my limbs, giving me strength enough to continue.

The religious leader of the village received us, but we had to sit in our drenched clothes for more than an hour while a room was made ready for us. And what a room it was — the sea underneath us and a cold wind whipping through every crack in the floor. Thankfully, someone in the homeland had sent plastic bags to us, so our blankets and spare clothing were dry.

We found two villages where people were longing to hear the gospel. But they could not understand us, and none of them could read or write. At another area, the headman understood us and instructed the people to listen while he interpreted. He was not a believer, but he begged us to come back again.

When we returned to the area for a second visit, the trail was dry except for a few spots in the dark jungle that are always wet. My pack seemed lighter this time, and I was not as tired when we arrived.

We brought the Word every night during the week we were there. And in the darkness and gloom, God came to save. Night after night, one after another knelt to receive Christ. Several people came to our little shack on the seashore for prayer, and the power of God was manifested in many ways. About 30 men and women are now believers.

One of the Bible school students feels God would have him remain in the area to teach the people. It is no longer midnight on the island. Christ, the Light of the world, has broken through the darkness.

(Adapted from an article appearing in World Challenge in 1956. Edna Devin was a missionary to Indonesia from 1938 to 1964.) 

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