Looking past the weeds



Everybody always tells us that the heat is going to turn up as we get closer to teaching the Gospel to the Wantakia people. Well the heat is turning up. Satan is not happy we are so close.  There is so much to be done on a daily basis, we’ve had a few deaths recently, tons of ill people who need our help because there is no doctor, crazy people drama (no insane asylum here!), and so much more. Satan is trying everything he can to cause evil, but we know that God will use it for GOOD and HIS GLORY.

So, during these hard weeks, I have been reading 2 Corinthians 6:3-11. I feel like we can relate to Paul and also I’m desiring to have Paul’s attitude in the midst. And like Paul, “we want to speak with honesty to you, and our hearts are open to you.” This is my desire, is to be honest and open! Here is my takeaway and prayer from the chapter:

Lord, help us to live in such a way that no one will stumble because of us, and no one will find fault with our ministry. We are not enough to be doing this huge job, but YOU are! Help us to patiently endure troubles and hardships and calamities of every kind…which we are experiencing.  We have worked to exhaustion…there is never enough time in the day. We have endured sleepless nights…whether it be our own kids waking up, crazy people in the village, or not being able to “shut down”. But help us to prove ourselves by our purity, our understanding, our patience (this one is hard), our kindness, by the Holy Spirit within us, and by our sincere LOVE.  You know these people are hard to love…but help us to because your power is working within us.  Help us to serve you whether people honor us or despise us, whether they slander us or praise us. While our hearts ache, help us to always have JOY!

The Lord gave me a “Talk Picture” (illustration) the other day.  I planted some cilantro a couple of weeks ago. I am hopeful they come up because we LOVE cilantro. As I watch this patch of garden, I see so many weeds. They are everywhere. I pick them, but they come back. When is my cilantro going to come up? Will it come up?

The Lord helped me to realize that because this world is broken, there are “weeds” of hardships, trials, troubles, calamities. These hardships come up, go away, then come back up. When will we see the fruit? Just this week, as I was pulling weeds, I saw a tiny, little green thing that appears to be the start of cilantro! I am reminded of the Lord’s goodness and faithfulness. There are going to be weeds in my garden, but there is also going to be cilantro. So, I am asking the Lord to help me see the “fruit of our ministry” that HE produces, instead of getting discouraged by the “weeds”.

Please pray for next period of time. The heat has been turned up. But the LORD is with us in the heat. Please lift up our team as we desire to keep our eyes on Jesus and see HIM #reachWANTAKIA.

5 Things.

Watch to learn about the five reasons we moved to the village of Pinji to minister among the Wantakia people!

Barrenness, brawls and house burning



Last night I ran out of my house to see 100 foot flames of fire raging into the night sky with the whole village watching from the airstrip. I immediately saw that the fire was coming from one of my friend’s houses. My heart dropped. I grabbed my flashlight and ran over there as fast as I could. Everyone was saying, “BJ, it’s your Nyatmwe’s (meaning, brother) house!”

Nyatmwe and another young man in the village exchanged sisters in marriage a few years ago. Nyatmwe’s sister has already given the other guy children. But, Nyatmwe and his wife haven’t been able to have children. In Wantakia, this is not related in any way to science. It is relational or spiritual. Through their worldview (their lens through which they view life), her uncles or brothers have said or done something to somehow cause this barrenness. Therefore, many times these men have to be appeased, then they will reverse the magic talk or poison. However, if the husband pays them off and nothing happens (if the wife doesn’t get pregnant), the fighting begins. The wife beatings begin.

So last night all of this came to a head—the accusations, the arguing, the family drama, the fighting, the wife beating—and this young woman had had enough. While her husband wasn’t there, she grabbed a piece of firewood out from the fireplace, walked outside, and set fire to the grass roof. Then she took off as fast as she could.

After Nyatmwe saw his house burning down with all his belongings in it, he was filled with rage. He tried to track her down. Thank God he couldn’t. He ran back to the village and immediately starting yelling at his in-laws, “What your sister just did will have consequences! I’m gonna burn your house down!” He told his sister to quickly get out of her house, because he was about to come burn it down.

So, needless to say, last night pretty dramatic. I have never seen anything like it. Some of you who have been to visit have jokingly asked us, “Are you sure these people need missionaries? They are so nice! So hospitable! So friendly!” They are all these things, but they are also without “hope and without God in the world.” Their only hope is through Christ who is our “peace” (Eph 2).

I don’t know what will result of all this. Will they take it to the local court and settle it peacefully? Will more houses be burned down? Or something even worse? I don’t know. All of this makes me see the urgency of the message even more. They need to hear God’s story. His story of redemption and hope. Forgiveness. Peace. Grace.

Keep praying for Wantakia. One day, they will be around the throne singing with us, “Worthy are you…for you were slain, and by your blood you ransomed people for God from every tribe and language and people and nation!”

HUGE Progress


It was hard to get out of bed this morning. BJ spent the night down by the river with a family and is learning how to cook traditional salt. And our house thermometer said 52 degrees!! By 52 degrees, I mean that's how cold it is INSIDE our house. So set your air conditioners down to 52 this morning and remember to pray for us!

Things are going well out here in Wantakia. We've already been back in here for a month since our last break, and we feel like we've made a lot of progress. We say we are out here learning language and culture, but that's only the half of it...

So what is the progress...? The men are wrapping up huge areas of culture (what do the people believe about sickness, death, the spirit realm?) and doing final write ups in them. This is mandatory before we can teach them well! Lael has created the Wantakia alphabet and is finishing the write up. This is huge, as this is the alphabet we will use to translate Gods Word into--and teach them to read it! The guys also finished narrative discourse analysis TODAY! (Fancy talk for how to tell awesome stories in the language)  So I would say that's a lot of progress. All glory be to Christ our King!

When we met with most of you, we had this HUGE task we laid out before you and a timeline. It seemed impossible, but God is doing this! We still have a huge task ahead of us, but we are seeing light at the end of this language and culture learning tunnel.

So please be praying for our team. Pray we continue to rely on the Lord for everything. Pray He continues to show us favor. Pray for continued unity. Pray we work hard at this task!

We thank God constantly for you. We are able to be out here because of your prayer and support. Thanks on behalf of the future church in Wantakia!

Trusting God With My Health


Back in December, my faith was tested. I noticed a lump in my breast and of course freaked out. We live in the middle of nowhere and I will have to wait 8 months to get it checked out. Then about a month later I noticed 1, then 2 spots that looked like more basal skin cancer spots. Again, 7 months to wait. And to add to all of that, I started to have some really bad pelvis pain. Daily, I had to choose faith or fear.

Fast forward 8 months to America. We are in the middle of all of these doctors visits. BJ and I (pictured) went to the dermatologist and both got spots removed...best date ever!! My spots came back as basal skin cancer and they want to do 'Mohs' surgery to remove the rest of it. The lump seems to be benign, but I will have a biopsy October 2 to make sure. October 3, I will have an ultrasound to check the pelvis pain for cysts. And later on that week, I should have the 'Mohs' test done.

We are a little overwhelmed with emotions as we seek to continue to trust God with all of this. We realize it could be a lot worse, but just weren't expecting all of this. But, 1 Peter 4:12 tells us not to be surprised when fiery trials come...but to rejoice as we participate in Christ's sufferings.

The song "Never Once" continues to be such an encouraging song in both of our lives.  God has never made us walk alone and He never will.  We know that our faith and endurance is being made stronger through these situations...so for that, we are grateful!  Please pray that God will make his face shine on us so that we will make his ways known among the nations (Psalm  67).



(P.S) We are still going back to PNG in January :) #reachwantakia


Today, death stings...and I hate it.

By Jack Crabtree

Our hearts are breaking. Death is an all too real part of life here in Wantakia. It doesn’t sneak around out of sight in a nursing home, or peacefully take you in a sterile hospital bed with a monitor’s monotone knell, nor is it beautified by a mortician’s makeup or ensconced in an urn on the mantle.

No. Death’s ugly reality stares you straight in the face and mocks you. It touches everyone, and above all else it must be explained.

When the elderly pass, most in our village accept that it was simply their time to go. However, when a young man dies, a suitable cause for his death is sought and must be obtained.

Several months ago, Jeremy and I hiked to a neighboring village to check on a man who we were told was gravely ill. After questioning him, we thought he had advanced tuberculosis and called for a medEvac. The chopper came and carried him to the hospital in the nearest city, where doctors began administering the lengthy regimen required for treating tuberculosis. 

A few days ago, the weeklong funeral for this young Wantakian man was concluded. While in town, the doctors' medicine had initially worked to improve his condition, but after a week in town he began taking “alternative medicine” that was sold on the street instead of the medicine from the hospital.

This new medicine (which consisted of special, powerful crushed leaves, berries, and twigs mixed with water) was promised to cure him much more quickly than the six-month timeline the doctors had quoted him. Weeks later, his body succumbed to tuberculosis.

Our western minds immediately process this news in this way, “Since he didn’t take his medicine, he died.” But for our people, this logic does not fit within their worldview. A young man does not simply die from disease alone. Someone most likely poisoned him or performed sorcery against him. Some sort of spiritual cause must be attributed to the death of a young person, if their death is to “make sense”.

His body was flown to a nearby airstrip, where his family and friends met and carried the coffin back to our village and placed it under a large tarp erected as the “house cry”. The village gathered and wailed until night fell. We sat up with the village under the tarp all Friday night until dawn broke the next morning.

At this point, the man’s closest relatives gathered around the coffin and held a ritual seance of sorts asking the dead man’s spirit to show them who had conducted sorcery and poisoned him. If poison was involved, the man’s spirit would lead them directly to the house of the guilty man, who would then be summarily killed or arrested and fined. After this ritual was repeated and failed to produce any clear results, they buried him.

Yesterday, we were told that the people now believe a new type of magic was used to kill this man. They believe that men from a neighboring language group have obtained a special leaf that turns them invisible and gives them the power to enter someone’s body and kill them from the inside. This new, powerful magic, they say, must have been the cause of this man’s death. He was simply too young for sickness alone to be the cause. Now, the people are afraid to walk the trails alone. Fear of the spiritual realm holds them in its grip.

This morning death mocked us again, when we learned that a toddler died yesterday of a most likely treatable illness. Our village aid-worker left for town several months ago, so the mother took her baby to a nearby village, where the aid-worker told her she needed to go to a better aid post in a village father away.

This woman’s husband has been working in town for some time, so this crisis was hers alone to bear. Instead of immediately hiking to the distant aid post, she came back to our village. Her child passed away that afternoon. She never came to tell us her boy was sick. Horrifically, the surrounding family has scolded her for not taking her child to the distant aid post sooner. Someone must always be blamed; they wanted to blame her.

As Lael, Nora, Rynn, and I sat with this grieving mother in her house surrounded by her family members, I struggled to place my anger. Who was I angry at? Who was to blame? This fallen creation we inhabit? Our Enemy?  As Thomas’ poem goes, I wanted to “rage against the dying of the light” of this poor child, but I know that sentiment is precisely backward.

Light has never existed out here. Instead I cry out for the hastening of the coming of the light of life. One day, secure in the truth of their heavenly adoption, Wantakians will cheerfully bask in the dawning of the true light as they behold Him face to face. One day heaven will come to earth; every wrong will be made right; death will have lost its sting.

For now, death on Pinji Mountain stings, and I hate it. Like Jesus outside the tomb of Lazarus, I hate it. “Even so, come, Lord Jesus,” carries more weight than it ever has before. The context speaks of His second coming, but here on this mountain, I pine for His first.



1st Year CLA Evaluation


We just finished our first year of Culture+Language Acquisition (CLA), and our consultants just came for our 1 year evaluation. We are thanking the Lord for His faithfulness in this process! We are 1/3 finished with CLA, which is right on track with our desire to finish within 3 years. Pray for continued patient endurance, and pray that God continues to give us an "unusual aptitude" (Daniel 1:17) for Wantakia culture and language.

One beautiful thing about the field of PNG is the consultant program--all the way through our ministry we will have consultants--CLA, literacy, translation, and church development consultants--these are missionaries who have gone ahead of us and are committed to see this ministry succeed. This week we had 5 of the consultants here, and not only were they hugely helpful for our CLA program, but they helped us keep in mind the big picture of the future church in Wantakia.

For example, our CLA helpers in the village are not just language vending machines where we press G7 and they have to puke out a new bag of language goodies everyday. These Wantakia men and women are becoming some of our best friends. Relationships are huge! We will be able to tell them (in their language) one day that "we have shared our very lives with you...and we toiled day and night among you," like Paul said to the Thessalonian church.

Prayer Points:

Our CLA and continued relationships with the people

That we will always prefer our teammates over ourselves

That we will keep walking with Jesus and being led by the Spirit


Interview with a missionary pt. 2


 What were the obstacles or hindrances, if any, that tempted you not to choose missions as a viable career option?

How about a “bad” obstacle and a “good” obstacle?

Bad obstacle. Initially, I was just scared, because the idea of learning an unwritten language and then translating the Bible into said language and seeing a mature church established there just sounded crazy. But God was patient with me. We visited NTM’s training center and saw the kind of thorough training we’d receive before leaving. That helped. Then we talked to those who God had used to do this same work, and we were much more encouraged, because we saw how God had been faithful in their lives. After gaining a correct Biblical perspective on world missions, I saw that my fear wasn’t a valid reason for shrinking away from the task. I realized that if I actually trusted everything God said in His Word about offering me eternal life, I needed to trust Him…with my temporal life. So, we started the 4-year process of training and getting to the field.

“Good” obstacle. No matter where we were during training, we tried to get involved in a local church. If you’re trying to live the Christian life, and you’re passionate about missions, you’re probably also the kind of person local churches would like to see stick around and help out on the home-front.

We had multiple instances as we were going through pre-field training where mission organizations offered stateside ministry positions to us. Two in particular were like dream jobs that combined my degree in writing and video with missions among the unreached. These would all have been good ministry options for us. I could have called them “strategic” too. It’s not that they were “wrong” options, but we were convinced that God wanted us to live among the least reached.

With all of the ministry opportunities, I could look around and think of someone else who could do that job, if I left and went to a tribe somewhere. I wouldn’t be leaving a giant void, if I left. However, I didn’t see many others lining up to go live in the jungle...and the trail to the jungle was still wide open. I knew that if God truly wanted to change our direction, He was plenty big enough to do it. I have friends who either didn’t make it to the field or left the field, because God changed their direction. God does do that. So in short, if you plan to minister among the least reached, run in that direction and keep running. Don’t stop unless God tackles you and sends you somewhere else.

My friends on The Traveling Team always said, “No one needs a special call to go; Christ already gave that to every believer. What you really need is a special call to stay.” I believe that what God is looking for is a genuine willingness to follow Him anywhere…whether it’s across the street to our neighbor we’ve never met or across the world to a language group we’ve never met. If we aren’t offering our lives to God with open hands, we aren’t exactly trusting that He knows best. Being willing to do anything for Christ doesn’t mean He’ll send you to the remotest corner of the planet…it means being filled with His peace and joy wherever He sends you.


What are your day-to-day responsibilities?

That’s an easy answer right now. Learning Wantakian language and culture and building relationships are my main responsibilities (aside from being a husband, father, and teammate). I’m trying to live out the Christian life in front of those who have never heard the gospel clearly. I’m trying to earn the right to one day speak this Gospel to them. Later there will be literacy development, Bible translation, lesson writing, etc., but for now there is just culture and language learning…all day every day.


Could you give me two principles that you live by that I could apply to my life?

Never tire of asking the Lord for wisdom. When I’m not asking Him for wisdom, it usually means I’m getting a little too cocky. Admitting you don’t have all the answers is healthy. It’s amazing how differently my days go, when I start off by asking Him for His advice.

The other principle I’d pass along is resting in the fact that because of Christ and His work, you are completely accepted by God. You aren’t living this life to try and make God happy with you or love you more. He already loves you as much as He’ll ever love you, because of Christ. He accepts you because of Christ. He adopted you into His family because of Christ. I think some people get into missions to try and please God, but that’s just a twisted way of thinking. God is already pleased with you, because he is pleased with Christ (who is in you). So no matter what you end up doing in this life, remember that you’re obeying God out of gratitude and love for who He is. You should not be obeying/serving Him out of fear or guilt. 


What major personal quality would you be looking for in a co-worker or missionary candidate?

Humility. Teachability. These two traits are essential for a healthy team and continued personal growth in your relationships with God and others. During our four years of pre-field training, we learned so much from those who had gone before us. After getting to the field we did the same, and we’re still learning from everyone who’s a step ahead of us. So you have to be teachable, or you’ll just be frustrated.

The first years of this ministry are all about taking a learner’s role with the people you’re working among. We’re trying to learn an unwritten language and an unfamiliar culture. If we fail to model humility and teachability among our people, will they be teachable and humble when we become the teachers later. It’s also about preferring others over yourself and functioning as a team, and humility is a huge deal if you want to have a well-functioning team.

When everyone is humble and teachable, everyone continues to learn from the people, from each other and from the Lord and his Word. Like I said in the first question, we can easily try and do this ministry on our own apart from the Lord, but things aren’t going to turn out very well if we do. Humility means I correctly see my role in this ministry. God first. Others second. Myself last. Sometimes I get the order mixed up, and He has to remind me…good thing He’s always faithful!

Interview with a Missionary pt. 1


My friend, James, needed to interview a missionary for his missions class at Moody. Here's the first question. More to follow:

James: What motivated you to become a career missionary?

Jack: There’s only one answer to this question that will last and help you live well on the field. It took me a while to figure it out. Sure, many factors can play into someone desiring to be a missionary…some good and some…not so much. Maybe you love to travel and see new places and experience new cultures. Maybe you heard a motivating speaker and you’re ready to go do something now! Maybe you’re sick of the American dream, and you want to make a lasting difference. Maybe you feel guilty that you’ve had God’s word in your language for hundreds of years, while hundreds of languages still don’t have access to it. Maybe missions just sounds like an awesome adventure or the best way to get God to like you more….

That crazy list could go on, but only one motivation will truly sustain you. You must be completely convinced by the missional meta-narrative of Scripture. God is a missional God, who made a missional promise to Abraham in Geneses 12 to one day bless  people from every language group on the planet through salvation in Christ. When I saw in Revelation 5:9 and 7:9 that people from every tribe, language, and country would someday be represented around God’s throne in Heaven but knew that hundreds of people groups were still untouched by the Gospel, I had to rethink and surrender my life-plan. Gone were the narcissistic dreams of screenwriting and filmmaking…they seemed so small and pitiful compared to what I was seeing in God’s plan. When I saw that God had counter-intuitively decided to accomplish this incredible mission by working in and through people like me, my worldview shifted.

We love to insert our name into John 3:16, but for some reason we want to scribble someone else’s name into the Great Commission. We want a me-centered Gospel, when everything about the Gospel is others-centered. I saw the command of the great commission was to “make disciples” of Christ and teach them everything Christ had taught, so who better to do that with than those who currently know nothing about Christ?

He commanded the entire church to be involved in some way with seeing disciples made around the world. This mission is beyond us, which is why the entire church needs to work together and also why Christ promised “and I will be with you always,”  as he finished speaking. It’s not a solo mission.

Then I read Paul’s theology of ministry in Colossians 1:28-29, and I began to see how life as mission could be possible. Paul said the mystery that has been revealed is that Christ lives in us. The very Creator of our reality lives in us. He is our hope. Then Paul continued, “Him we proclaim, warning everyone and teaching everyone with all wisdom, that we may present everyone mature in Christ. For this I toil, struggling with all his energy that he powerfully works within me.”

Mission is me understanding God’s desire to see mature disciples made, working hard toward that end, while trusting and asking for Christ to work in and through me to accomplish His plan. Paul wasn’t passive; he was “toiling” and “struggling”…with Christ’s energy. Again, Christ is with us through it all.

So from Scripture, I can see that choosing to make myself available to God and His global mission, is to live for a purpose that is much larger than myself. The important thing is that this purpose never changes. Even when my circumstances go south, the mission stays the same. This is only reasonable, because Christ’s promise to never leave us stays the same as well. The mission and Christ’s presence transcend circumstance.

I’m trying to learn the Wantakian language right now, and every day (multiple times a day) I’m thinking/praying, “This is impossible. This is beyond me. Help, Lord!” Some days I feel incredibly discouraged, because I’m focusing on the circumstances. I have to realign my thinking and remember that Christ is in me, and He brought me here. My joy comes from Him…not how good or badly I did in a language session!

In short, all your other reasons for living on mission will eventually disintegrate, and you’ll simply be left holding return tickets. Christ and His Word are the only true constants, so hold on to those

Physical reality; spiritual metaphor.  

Physical reality; spiritual metaphor.  

The Bright City Lights



Our family just got back into the tribe after an awesome break in Brisbane, Australia. I ate lots of yummy food that I didn’t make, shopped ‘till I nearly dropped, went on a couple of dates, wore cute “normal” clothes, and saw our precious family. As perfect as it all seemed, I still found myself struggling with sin; often not feeling content and having a bad attitude. This shouldn't have surprised me (I’m still a sinner after all), but I was surprised nonetheless.

One night in Brisbane, as we rode the ferry up and down the river and gazed at the most beautiful city lights I’d ever seen, the Lord reminded me that even though this moment was good, true joy and happiness only come from Him.  He is the only one who satisfies. He is the only one who can fulfill me no matter where I am located in this world.

We’re pretty isolated in the tribe, and I’ve thrown my share of pity parties out there. They go something like this: “If I could just go shopping, or just have some Starbucks, or go on a nice date with my hubby, or have some alone time away from my kids for a second, or at least see my family back home, then I would be so happy.”

As a believer, I sometimes find myself basically worshiping and idolizing created things, instead of giving worship to the Creator. I think of the beginning chapter of Romans (1:25) where unbelievers were doing the exact same thing. At the end of the day, I need to find my joy in Him. When I look for joy and fulfillment in the blessings, instead of the Great Giver of blessings, I am always utterly disappointed. I tried but didn’t find it in vacation, shopping, magical city lights, or even an awesome family.

God used the comforts of the first world to teach me to be content with where he has me.  Even on vacation in one of the most beautiful places in the world surrounded by the people I love them most, with every form of entertainment at my fingertips, if am not looking at my Jesus, a shallow fleeting happiness is the best thing possible. With God, I’m filled with a joy that transcends mere circumstance. With God, I have purpose that is bigger than ME.

Now I’m back in the tribe with a fresh perspective, and I feel so privileged to minister here among the Wantakians with my family.  Isolated? YES. Wearing the same two skirts and shirts every day? YES. Seeing fire lights instead of city lights? YES. Making breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day? YES. But now I’m filled with  lasting joy because of Jesus, and I know that I’ll be joyless the minute I start giving worship to anything but Him. O Father, Help me keep my eyes on You.


Water for Wantakia




When the Wantakians wake up in the morning, they’re thinking, “Do we have wood to make the fire, clean water for cooking, and kaukau to eat?” In Wantakia, carrying water is the woman’s job, and every day these women hike with their water pots to the nearest water source, which could be up to a mile away. Most times they’re also carrying bags full of their laundry, dirty dishes, food from their garden, firewood, and a small child for good measure. It’s insane to see them hiking these trails while carrying those enormous burdens. The Wantakians say, "Water is life," but their daily trek to get it makes that life a difficult one.

A year ago, Jason Mellinger came to Wantakia to set up the solar electric systems on our houses. One day, he wandered off into the jungle and found a water source high above the village that had lots of clean, flowing water.

This year, Jason made the long journey across the Pacific with his family and Charlie Hawks from Helping Hands Alaska to come be a blessing to our people—they tapped into that mountain spring and brought clean water to the center our village!


Here’s how it went down.

Back in December, Jack, Jeremy and I wrote a proposal to our PNG parliament member requesting funds for a water supply project for our people. Because of the holidays, we didn’t hear back from him until the day before Jason and the team were supposed to jump on the chopper and head out here. The answer was yes! The government had all the materials in storage in Aiyura. Thankfully, the Lord arranged for the NTM chopper to be out of commission, so Jason and the team had to drive to Aiyura and get on the Wycliffe chopper—which just so happened to be right next door to the government storage building with all the materials for our project!

“The next morning Charlie and I walked over to see what materials the government had in storage and discovered they had exactly everything that we didn't have but desperately needed: 1.2 kilometers of pipe, all the fittings, and a 5,000-liter storage tank,” Jason said. The team grabbed a tractor from the hangar, loaded everything up in the chopper, and by the next day the team and all the supplies were in our village!

Jason discovered something else about the mountain spring. “There was even a trench someone had dug to bring water further down the trail that eliminated our need to survey altitude and cut days off the project.”



“It only took us one work day to roll out, connect, and bury the pipe, so water could start flowing into the 5,000-liter storage tank at the top of the village. Then we piped the water a little further down the mountain to the 9,000-liter tank in the middle of the village. Each tank was drilled and tapped for faucets, and within several hours we had 14,000 liters of drinkable water stored in the village”

We were so happy to do some community development work in order to help them with some of their felt needs; however, we always pointed them back to the work we’ve promised to do—bring them ‘God’s Talk’ in their language. They say that water is life, but one day they will finally understand what Jesus meant when He said that the water He gives will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life!

Jason and Charlie were the brains behind this operation! 

Jason and Charlie were the brains behind this operation! 

We looked for opportunities to teach our guys and get them involved.  

We looked for opportunities to teach our guys and get them involved.  

High Prices & High Stakes



Half of Tresame’s black and blue face had swollen incredibly; she was unrecognizable. She sat alone on the grass, trying to cover her face in shame. Two parties argued on either side of her.

The previous night, her husband had hiked 18 miles through the rain with me to make sure I made it back to the village. He had made a fire for me on the trail to help me get warm. He encouraged me when my legs refused to take another step (after the Benadryl kicked in…oops). We'd become friends, but today I saw him in a different light: the abusive husband.

The story went that his wife, Tresame, had damaged their sweet potato garden, and in a rage the previous night he had beaten her mercilessly. He then kicked her out of the house and gave her nursing baby to his other wife. Many men have multiple wives here. Now, Tresame’s two brothers, Bean and Thusten, were arguing that they needed to be paid for the damage that had been done to their sister.

Sadly, wife beatings are commonplace here in Pinji. We’ve lived here for less than a year and have witnessed husbands beating their wives in the open several times, but this was the first time the village court had been involved. The court session ended without a resolution and resumed the next day.

Shortly after the session began, a huge brawl erupted between the two clans involved, and Bean wailed on the husband before members of the husband’s clan were able to wrestle him to the ground. To my unschooled eye, it seemed admirable that Tresame’s brothers were standing up for her. Finally the fight died down, order was restored, and some sort of agreement was reached. They weren’t speaking the trade language, so I couldn’t follow much of what was said.

A few days later, I sat down with the two brothers to try and understand all that had happened. “Tresame’s first husband died,” Bean told me, “and her new husband hadn’t paid us for her yet. He’s living with her as her husband, but he can’t damage her before he’s bought her.”

Thusten jumped in and said, “We lowered the price for him, but told him he had to pay us for her completely by next Christmas. Then we told him that women aren’t strong, so when he hits her he needs to not hit her as hard.”

“Once he’s paid us for her, he can hit her all he wants, and it’ll be something between the two of them,” Bean said. “But right now he owes us money for her, so he can’t damage her like that.”

My mind was reeling. Nothing that had happened had been out of any real concern for their sister’s well-being. They were viewing her as a means to get some cash. “Do husbands ever beat their wives and kill them?” I asked.

“Head money,” Thusten said.

“What’s head money?”

“The uncles put a price on the wife’s head, and if the husband kills his wife, he has to pay the uncles that amount,” Bean said. “It’s usually more than the price he bought her for in the first place. When He’s beating her, he’ll remember the price of the head money and not beat her as hard.”

“Yeah, before we had head money, the uncles would just come kill the husband,” Thusten said. “Then the husband’s clan would fight the uncles and many people would die. Now we have religion and a court system and the head money keeps those deaths from happening.”

I tried to digest all of this. Coming from a culture where women are respected, it’s hard for me stomach these kinds of conversations that make it seem as though women are little more than property. To pave the way for the truth of the Gospel, we’re all trying to model marriages and family lives that look dramatically different from the status quo here.

Telling these guys to stop beating their wives isn’t enough. They have a thin layer of religion here already, but that hasn’t stopped the abuse. They need a deep worldview change that comes from knowing their Creator and hearing His story in their heart language. They need to know that in the beginning God created man and woman in His image.

In my flesh, it’s hard for me to love the people behind these abuses. It’s hard for me to not be angry at them. Before I believed in Christ, did God view me any differently than them? Was Christ too angry at my sinfulness to die for me? Had I made myself unlovable to Him? No. Nothing I could ever do could accomplish that feat.

And that’s where the penny drops. If Christ is truly living in and through me, then His perfect love can enable me to love these people here. And it does. I can see the potential and the positives in these men and women and their children. Our team can barely contain our excitement sometimes as we dream about the future here, after the gospel has begun its transformative work. But for now, we build friendships, learn language, and model Christ. Pray for our team to continue relying on Christ’s life in us as we work toward the day a mature Wantakian church will be functioning on its own!

The Unmotivated Missionary


Where does your motivation come from? That is something I’ve been asking myself lately. Aren’t I a missionary? I’m supposed to be one of the most spiritual and disciplined people on the planet, right? Hardly. In fact, lately I’ve found myself unmotivated. I’m a wimp when it comes to jungle living, and as I try to learn the Wantakian language, I want to throw in the towel on a daily basis.

When we first moved out here, I was gung-ho – waking up at 4:45 am every morning, learning language all day, and even sometimes at night. I knew the message we came to give these people was important, and I didn’t want to waste any time. The last few weeks though, it’s been hard for me to get out of bed before seven, and at night my headphones are going on to watch an episode of Chuck instead of learning language.

A Motivated Savior

I need help. I’ve tried to drum it up myself  – “Think about these people’s eternity,” or “Think of all the people standing behind you and supporting you.” While these are good motivations, I’m finding they’re simply not enough. As I sit on my front porch here in the jungle and lift my eyes to the 8,000 ft. plus mountain towering in front of me, I’m reminded of the psalmist’s words... “I lift my eyes unto the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of Heaven and Earth.”

I knew who to turn to, but I wasn’t sure what His answer would be. My prayer used to be, “Lord, I’m not motivated, help me to be motivated.” Then I came across a truth that has made a world of difference. In John chapter 4 we hear Jesus say, “My nourishment comes from doing the will of God, who sent me, and from finishing His work.” Jesus’ motivation came from doing God’s will and finishing the work He was given to do. So much so that when asked if he had already eaten, He confidently said, “I’m so motivated to do the work God gave me, that I’m not even thinking about food.” Wow, that’s motivated.

If only I could get that motivation in me. Here’s the truth, it already is. When I trusted in Jesus, He came inside. His life is in me! Suddenly, my prayer began to change. No longer was it, “Lord, help me to be motivated!” Instead I prayed, “Jesus, you have always been and will always be motivated. I know you’re in me, and I trust you to be my motivation.” Do you see the difference?

This truth doesn’t just go for motivation either. Not patient? Jesus is. Not loving? Jesus is. Not humble? Jesus is. The list could go on. God isn’t expecting you to be something. He already knows you’re not. That’s why Jesus came – not just to take your place in death, but to take your place in this life as well. Quit trying to be better, Jesus is already the best. If you’ve trusted in Him, He is your life.

“I have be crucified with Christ, and I no longer live, but Christ lives within me. The life I now live, I live by faith in the Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me.” Galatians 2:20

No one ever said...


What Jason said angered—no offended me a little. What he said next broke my heart.

The moon had yet to rise as three Wantakian faces shown in the soft glow of my headlamp. Tonight we were hiking to the other side of the mountains to Wananara, a neighboring dialect of Wantakia. Our village rugby team would be playing the Wananara  guys in the morning, so we needed to get moving if we didn't want to miss it. As is often the case, we had no idea God had much more in store for us in Wananara than a day of rugby.

   Pre-evangelism consists of many things, but the process of “becoming” must be chief among them. Christ became flesh and dwelt among us. A man of sorrows, he experienced the hardships of his time, felt the same emotions, cried against his own pain, was outraged by injustice. He became the human condition, before he cured it.

We slept on the trail around a fire in the rain. As dawn broke upon the day, we came to the end of the ridge. Our breath caught as Wananara spread out below us. Green rolling hills and a lolling river dominated a landscape punctuated by mountain peaks in the distance. My nerdy mind jumped back to the hobbit’s initial reaction to seeing Rivendell for the first time.

As the second rugby game of the day was about to begin, I laid down in the grass to catch a quick nap. We’d be hiking back another 18 miles that same evening, and I needed to recharge. BJ’s voice cut through my drifting thoughts, “We’ve got visitors.” Annoyed, I groaned as I assumed a seated position. “Who needs to talk to us?” I thought. Shame chased my selfish thoughts away as two faces materialized across my vision. Jos and Jason, elders in the church in the neighboring Aziana language group, had hiked three hours to encourage us.

Nearly 50 years ago, the Aziana people lived on Pinji Mountain—the same mountain we live on now with the Wantakians. The Wantakians had chased them off the mountain—killing many Aziana in the process—and continued to raid the Aziana people until they moved to their present location, about 25 miles away.

A New Tribes church planter finished the Aziana Bible translation more than a decade ago, and now three healthy churches with mature elders remain. They received God’s Talk for free, and now they have a burden to see their former enemies, the Wantakians, reached with that same message of grace.

They’ve been involved with our church planting team from the very beginning. Jos and several others hiked with us on our first survey of Wantakia. Several came to help us during house-building. Now they’ve committed to bring 100 men and women to help our people dig our airstrip for two weeks; wanting nothing in return, which is unheard of in these cultures. Today, the elders started three simultaneous outreaches in Aziana villages where they will teach from Eternity to Eternity (Creation to the end of Revelation). These guys are phenomenal. Please pray for them.

We followed Jos and Jason to a shaded area overlooking the rugby field below. After sitting, Jason pulled out his Bible, donned a pair of reading glasses, and looking a little nervous, said, “I have a few things I’d like to share with you all.” We glanced at each other, wondering what might be coming next.

“We’ve seen a lot of New Tribes missionaries come to Papua New Guinea over the years. You all are very well trained, which is great, but we’ve also seen many of you all leave before the work was finished. Some had a hard time learning the language. Some got sick. If something horrible happens, like if one of your children die, you cannot go back to America and leave this work before it’s finished.”

He paused to give his words a chance to sink in. I felt angry. If one of my children die? I don’t want to even think about that possibility.

Then Jason continued, “When tragedy comes upon us, we have nowhere to go. I can’t buy a plane ticket and leave the Lord’s work unfinished. God has marked me to carry on His work in Aziana, and I cannot walk away from it. If our children die, or another tragedy happens, we must continue on in the Lord’s work.”

Opening his Bible, Jason read from 1 Peter 4:12-13, “Dear friends, do not be astonished that a trial by fire is occurring among you, as though something strange were happening to you. Instead, be very glad—for these trials make you partners with Christ in His suffering, so that when his glory is revealed you may also rejoice and be glad.”

Then he flipped to Philippians 4:6-7 and read, “Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.”

Lastly, Jason read about Paul’s response to the “thorn in his side” from 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, “The Lord said to me, ’My grace is enough for you for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ So then, I will boast most gladly about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may reside in me. Therefore I am content with weaknesses, with insults, with troubles, with persecutions and difficulties for the sake of Christ, for whenever I am weak, then I am strong.”

Again, he paused, closed his Bible, took off his glasses, and looked each of us in the eyes. “These verses have brought me much comfort,” he said, emotion growing in his voice. “Two days ago I buried my youngest daughter. She was only a few years old, and she drowned in the river.” Several children had gone down to the river to wash, but they didn’t watch the youngest well, and she drowned.

“I’ve buried three children, but I cannot leave the Lord’s work unfinished. With His help I will continue, and I’ll see my children again. I walked here today to tell you all these things the Lord has been showing me these past few days. The Lord has brought you all to Wantakia to do His work, and you must finish it. Even if disaster come upon you, you must continue to do the Lord’s work.”

I walked over and hugged Jason. I couldn’t imagine being in his shoes. Would I be thinking of encouraging others, just two days after a horrible tragedy like this? Would I be looking for excuses to quit? Would I be searching for the exits? Would I be questioning God’s wisdom? His plans? His goodness? Or would I rest in His promises like Jason? Would I grieve with hope?

For the next few hours I sat in the grass next to Jason as he showed me pixelated pictures on his cheap camera phone of his family, his daughter, his orange groves, his home. I sat and listened to his stories, his memories, doing my best to be a member the body of Christ. To provide a measure of comfort.

Slogging back to Pinji in a midnight rainstorm, I had plenty to think about. Who am I depending on for the strength to live day in and day out? In the good times, am I walking in dependence on Christ, or does it take a tragedy for me to remember Who is in control? Can I find joy in Christ during the hard times? Has Christ ever failed me? Once? Nope. And he won’t.

I may not know what the future holds, but I know that God will be faithful. I serve a God who has suffered more than I will ever suffer in this life.

I think of Hebrews 2:9-10, “But we see Jesus, who was made lower than the angels for little while, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death on behalf of everyone. For it was fitting for him, for whom and through whom all things exist, in bringing many sons to glory, to make the pioneer of their salvation perfect through sufferings.”

Truth that is dependent upon circumstance is not truth. Truth is an immovable thing; a fixed certainty. God is completely faithful. God is enough.

Death & All His Friends


I thought he was dead. The form lying in the shade next to the round house brought images of Auschwitz to my mind. Papa Piaghi, emaciated and weak, was dying. Our house stands on his ground. Without his blessing, we couldn’t live here in Pinji. He doesn’t understand much if any of the trade language, and my ability to speak Wantakian is pretty weak.


A month ago we left for town for a few weeks, and his daughter, Sena, tended our small garden and looked after our area. To express our thanks, we invited the entire family, Papa Piaghi included, to have lunch at our house. Yesterday Sena told me her father hadn’t eaten in days; he was only drinking water now. “He remembers when you fed us ‘town food’ and says he wants to see you before he dies. Can you come talk to him? It’s his time,” she said.


Flies buzzed around as I sat next to Papa Piaghi, feeling an odd mixture of anger and helplessness at my inability to articulate anything of eternal significance in the Wantakian language. Nagging questions buzzed in my head. Why is this language so difficult? Could I have worked harder before now? How many more will die before we’re able to share this message clearly?


I squeezed his hand, and his lifeless form stirred. With an effort he propped himself up on an elbow and opened his eyes. I told him I was happy to see him, and that I was very sorry. I thanked him for letting our families live on his ground and told him we were so happy to be able to live with his people.


His daughter, Sena, started to cry.


Piaghi looked at me and with an effort whispered, “My sons have all left for town, and only my daughter lives here still. She has looked after us. I’m dying, but you and your family will still be here with my family for a long time.” He pointed to his elderly wife who stood next to Sena and said, “I’m going first; you’ll follow me soon.” 


We’ve heard the “first death” in the village is a hard thing, and processing the accompanying emotions will prove a difficult task. We’ve spent years preparing for ministry in Wantakia. We’ve studied the Bible extensively. We’ve learned how to learn another language and culture. We’ve developed extensive strategies for reaching them and helping them grow in maturity in Christ.


Sometimes we dream about what the future could be like here in Wantakia, and we pray these dreams would become a rich reality. But our balloons always burst as this sobering truth descends upon our minds: those wonderful things happen after we learn their language. Our ministry is predicated on fluency, and in theory we understand that a vernacular translation of the Bible and biblical truth explicated in their mother tongue will yield a depth of understanding that’s impossible with a limited trade language. It’s true. It takes longer, but it’s true. Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow.


We understand why Christ wept outside the tomb of his friend Lazarus. Death isn’t pretty. Christ knew that. Christ knew his own death would not be pretty. In fact, in God’s eyes, Christ’s death would be the ugliest in history. So ugly God would be forced to avert his eyes as the sin of the world lay upon his son’s shoulders. Thankfully, Christ rose from the dead, defeated death, and offers life to all. Many haven’t heard of this news, and some are unable to hear unless someone else is willing to go where they live, learn their language, and tell them. Papa Piaghi is still holding on, but his time is soon. We pray he will be one of the last Wantakians to pass into eternity before having an opportunity to clearly hear why the angels could say, “Peace on earth; goodwill to mankind”—the reason for the season.

Thanks to be Given



Out here in Wantakia, we have a lot to be thankful for. Sure, there are certain things we’ve given up in order to live in the mountains of Papua New Guinea, but we’ve gained some pretty special things as well. We left family back in America, but we’re blessed to work alongside two amazing families here. Our girls get to build lifelong friendships with the Sanders and Hambrice kids! Jill’s parents were able to spend Thanksgiving with us as well, which was an awesome bonus!


We left a beautiful place, Northwest Arkansas, but we’ve been blessed with the breath-taking beauty of Pinji Mountain. We can’t just run to the grocery store to pick up snacks, but we have supply buyers and helicopter pilots who can purchase and fly out everything we need (including care packages with local coffee and other goodies from many of you in America!). We are separated from family, but we have cell service and are able to easily communicate from the other side of the world. Last week we even FaceTimes a Sunday school class who supports us during their Christmas party!


We’re learning a difficult language, a process that sometimes feels hopeless. But we can be thankful that we’re here, because the God who created this language sent us here. He’s given us his presence for wisdom and encouragement, technology to help us learn language more efficiently, Wantakian friends who are enthusiastic about helping us learn language, language consultants who help us stay on the right track, and coworkers who encourage, push, and help us along the way. In short, we have it pretty good out here! 


Pray for our team. We’re learning this language. We’re making progress. We have a long way to go, but we’re running this race to win. Thank you for being a part of the team. Thank you for your invaluable prayers. Thank you for giving financially. We couldn’t live out here without your help. Thank you for thinking enough of us to send us care-packages. The goodies are nice, but knowing we aren’t forgotten is even nicer! We love you all, and are privileged to be your representatives here in Wantakia. Friend us on Facebook or follow us on Instagram to see day-to-day pictures and updates of our life here in Wantakia.

Who really sent the rain?


Three weeks ago today, our people were feeling the heat from the drought, much like the rest of the villages in Papua New Guinea. It hadn't rained for months in Wantakia. Sweet potato leaves were drying out, seeds for planting next year's gardens were scarce, everyone was super nervous that they would run out of food. So who did they turn to for help? Papa Piagi, the man who they believe sent the rain which ended the massive drought of '97.

That Sunday morning Piagi hiked to a pond up in the bush. Some ladies traveled with him carrying the sweet potato seeds, then they left him to work his sorcery. And sure enough, Sunday afternoon the clouds rolled in and the bottom fell out of the sky! The biggest rain we have seen in months. We couldn't believe it! The Wantakia people were praising this man for sending the rain!

Then, I got a phone call the next day from Jos, a local pastor from one of our neighboring tribes, Aziana. The Aziana church has been praying for the Wantakia people for almost 20 years. And now they pray for us constantly. They are so excited that the Lord has brought us to Wantakia.

So, Jos went on to tell me that Sunday morning the church met and begged the Lord, crying, pleading for rain, not for themselves who were in desperate need of it, but for us in Wantakia! And I got to tell Jos that Sunday afternoon it down-poured! Our tanks were overflowing! The Aziana church is thanking God and so are we!

One day the Wantakia people will be praising the Lord with us! I can't wait until we know the Wantakia language and culture well enough to tell them God's great narrative. Man. That day can't come soon enough.

Keep praying for them. Keep praying for us. There's a lot of work ahead. Thank God for the rain.

And please pray for Aziana to get rain. They need it bad. We have asked Jos if we can send in some food, but he told us that the church doesn't want the missionaries or anyone else to get the glory for providing for them. They are trusting GOD as the Provider for a miracle. Wow.