As you can guess, summer posts are a bit more sporadic and for lots of reasons. You know one of them so I won’t bore you with that one, but here are a couple more reasons:
- being in a place that has no internet
- forgetting your laptop charger so that you feel compelled to just not go to a WiFi hotspot for fear you’ll log in to Facebook and eat up your battery life (I could, you know) before you blog
- writer’s block
- spending the day seeing a doctor, shopping, planning, doing laundry, cooking (a combo of those things)
- reading a book you can’t put down
- being in a car for four hours coming and going.
All of those are the reasons I didn’t blog Monday or Tuesday or pre-blog on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
I’ll tell you that the second to the last one is the reason I didn’t budge much from my chair over the weekend.
A friend loaned me an autobiography by Don Richardson, missionary to the Sawi tribe of cannibals/headhunters in the Netherlands, New Guinea in the 60s-70s. That’s what the geographical location was called then. The book is the title of today’s post.
It was a most fascinating story and I was so uplifted by this man’s call from God, his wife’s call to the same (that’s how they met), their obedience to God, their trust of His plan for them to go to a tribe that could have killed them as soon as they docked their boat, the risks to life and health they were glad to endure so that this small part of the world could understand the ultimate sacrifice of the ultimate Peace Child on their behalf, and on I could write.
Their ability to write out a language for these people so they could eventually translate the Bible for them to read (after they taught them how to read) was something I just take for granted. This couple had to live among these people who were easily 2000+ years behind them in their lack of understanding of the world and people beyond their jungle home. Their children were raised among these people. One was born there! I’m screaming with fear!
It just boggles my mind.
Throughout the book, Don Richardson testifies over and over to God’s redemptive analogies among the people of this ancient civilization as Don would try to find a way to convey God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit and salvation to those who were drawn to pleasing the demons and spirits for fear of retribution from them if they displeased them.
It’s an amazing story and Don’s heart is so tender to protecting those who could so easily be exploited by others whose interests were not for the natives’ eternal good. His sense of urgency to be helpful to them in order to protect them from encroaching society and man’s harm was so refreshing.
It made me thankful for those who have been called and willing to further His kingdom.
Yes, I am reading my summer reading book 2 but remember, I’m pacing myself.
What biographies/autobiographies have been memorable and inspiring to you?