I April 1970

Magazine of

The Indonesia Mission

of

The Christian and Missionary Alliance

Home Adrlress:

260 West 44th Street, New York, New York 10036

Field Address:

Djalan H. Fachruddin 9, Djakarta, Java, Indonesia

Editor: RODGER LEWIS

Cover picture: Fishing “prau” off the north coast of East Java.

Phoin: L. l.lunrae

Mr. Djorhosi and Bndui tribesman

vioneer ing ~Urnong E k e CBudui

b,: Lorna Munroe

When Persian and Indian traders brought Islam to Indonesia around the ninth century, it first spread through the Island of Sumatra where it gained a firm foothold and remains a strong influence until today. Advance in neighboring Java was much slower. This was due to the existence of well established Hindu kingdoms. It was not until the decline of Hindu temporal power in the 1400's that

Java and other of the Indies accepted Islam.

The story of the Badui tribe bcgins somewhere in the 15th century when King Siliwangi, leader of the kingdom of Padjad- jaran in West Java, decided to flee with his animistic followers rather than accept Islam. For his new territory he chose several thousand acres of rugged hilly terrain about

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one hundred miles southeast of the present site of Djakarta. Today, five centuries later, the descendants of the original Sundanese rebels number 43 villages. Here these polytheistic, superstition - bound people eke out a meager living while remaining unimpressed and uninfluenced by the progress of the outside world at their doorstep. Here is a people whose manner of living is by choice rather than by necessity!

Although the Badui have isolated themselves from society and live in an area virtually inaccessible, they are visited frequently by guests from the outside w-odd. Thiaugh- out Java the name Badui is synonymous with magic and my- sticism. And so the troubled- many of them wealthy and in- fluential-come to the Badui for help. Three “poons” or leaders can contact the dead. They can give accurate advice on such mat- ters as business, marriage or rc- tiral. It is to them that the Badui tribesman brings his harmless and useless charms to be endowed with spiritual power. Only a “poon” can transform an ordinary serpen- tine-blade dagger into a powerful fetish, a fetish which, when appeased by the burning of incense, can insure a bountiful harvest, protection from enemies, or peace in one’s home, if one happens to have two incompatible wives. The “poons” are not permitted to visit the outside world and yet these men, who are obviously instru- ments in Satan’s hands, command the obedience and worship of their tribe members, and the confidence

and gratitude of those outsiders whom they help.

MI. Djarkasi, a Sundanese mis- sionary to the 22 million Sundanese people in West Java, first became interested in these people when he realized that Badui territory was within the bounds of his huge parish. Accompanied by a young Bible school student, he decided to make an exploratory trip and then plan further strategy. Upon his return he reported that evange- lizing the Badui tribe would drain a worker of every physical, spiritual, and emotional resource. This was no job for the weakling, the publicity seeker, or t h e merely curious. This was a task for one who knew the value of souls and who would be willing to give himself wholly in order that souls could be reached for Christ. Only with the concerted prayer support of Christian friends could the chal- lenge be met.

\Yhy was the task so formidable? First, there was unfriendly terrain. Badui territory is unmapped and has no roads. While travelling through dense woodland and waist- high grass it is easy to lose one’s way. The foliage was infested with snakes, insects and leeches. Over- hanging tree branches hid hives of wild bees which prove extremely disagreeable if inadvertently dis- turbed. Most rivers had no bridges, and the task of fording them was complicated when one had to balance one’s knapsack of supplies on one’s head. Since the villages were scattered and unmarked, it was sometimes necessary to walk a full day before finding any signs

of human lifc. A second difficulty which coniplicated the missionary’s task was the involved system of taboos or restrictions that govern the life of the Badui in the inner area. The Badui people do not use lights of any kind, therefore MI. Djarkasi could not use his flashlight. Shoes and raincoats were also taboo. Small wonder then that those returning from this first trip took several days to recuperate from colds, fever, cuts, and infected sores. A third factor which added to the missionary’s discomfort and grief was the Badui hospitality. Although he may have brought a sleeping bag or ground sheet his hosts insisted that he sleep inside their smoky, smelly, windowless huts. When graciously offered a delicacy of freshly baked bee larva and dry rice the mis- sionary must try to forget natural revulsion and somehow swallow tbis morsel. He must close his eyes to the unsanitary conditions (Baduis do not use any utensils and they do not believe in soap). He must remind himself that by re- fusing to eat he may offend his hosts or weaken his stamina for the next trek. Add to the above frustrations the difficulty of con- vincing these people that he doesn’t want anything but that he wants to give something, the nagging fear of encounters with unfriendly tribesmen, and the constant subtle suggestions of the enemy that he is wasting his time, and perhaps you may have an accurate picture of what is involved in being a pioneer to a primitive tribe.

Since that memorable beginning

in April, 1969, two additional trips have been made into Badui terri- tory. Ten villages in the outer area have been visited. One “poon” has heartly agreed to his people hearing the Good News. A second has exhibited a negative reaction and has debated the issue heatedly with the first. The third leader has not yet been contacted. Recently two new believers visited the city of Bandung. Here they underwent a three day training and indoctrination period, then returned home to witness to their friends. Certainly the Lord is at work in this enemy area.

One wonders what the future holds for the benighted Badui. How long will they be able to resist the march of progress and cling to their primitive ways? A year ago their name was feared and shunned by most Indonesian Christians. Today that namc evokes a n entirely different image in the hearts of believers. It illustrates a great Christian victory over the powers of darkness. T h e living Gospel has penetrated deep into Satan’s stronghold and done in a moment what the world could not do in half a millenium-it has inflxnced and transfomed lives. Our part now is to pray. Pray that the “poons” will be converted, for they hold the key to the entire area. Pray for the simple, illiterate believers who are now witnessing among their friends. Pray for MI. Djarkasi, a true pioneer who continues to give unsparingly of himself in his constant battle for the souls of his native Sundanese people.

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Though close geosraphically to the Badui tribe, the unizersity students and cosmopolitans o j Bandung, C i t y of Flowers, present quite a diffment missionary opportunity. Your Mis- sion is pioneering also through

BY CLARABELLE KISSELL

“My father was mayor of Peking and was executed by the com- munists. I have not heard from my mother in China since the Red Guard movement. Nine years ago I escaped from China where I was

I born and educated in a Catholic Mission school. Occasionally my husband and I attend the Catholic church as he enjoys the singing of the choir, but I do not find in that church any satisfaction and am still longing and seeking for that which I do not know.” Thus spoke an attractive Chinese woman of about thirty years of age in the Pat Groff Memorial Library and Reading Room in the university city of Bandung. We were able to tell her about Jesus, the answer to all of man’s problems, and the the ancwer to man’s search for peace and happiness. This young woman did not make a profession of faith that morning but the seed was sown and a person heard the

Gospel because of the facilities of our Christian library.

Many friends and agencies have come to the aid of the library. We now have 4,743 books on the shelves as compared to about 1,300 when the library was opened in July, 1968. Of this total, 1,467 are technical and study texts which are of great interest to the university students, and there are also 1,200 Christian volumes to which we endeavor to direct the attention of the members. We are happy to commend to them such books as Billy Graham’s “Peace With God” and “Search for Happiness”. Most of our books are in English but we also have over 1,000 Indonesian titles. A library-reading I-oom was something new in Bandung but it has had a very good reception. On an average day we have about 18 visitors and members. In the beginning the facilities were operat- ed solely on the basis of a reading

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room and the books were read on the premises. However, members in good standing may now borrow the books for a period of ten days.

One noon hour shortly before closing time during a driving rain storm a pedicab pulled up and a gentleman of ahuut 35 years of age entered the library. Speaking excellent English he asked if we had any books on government and then proceeded to say that he was a part-time instructor at the Bandung Technological Institute and that one of his students had just asked him who John Locke was in government, and because he did not know he had decided to stop at the library for informa- tion. This was his first visit. After obtaining the information he in- quired about our other books and the opportunity was given to ex- plain our presence in this country and our desire to present the $aims of Christ by making Christ- ian books available, as well as to help the Indonesian public by providing general texts. This man too protrayed a definite hunger for that solid spiritual information which this world cannot offer. After being introduced to the book “The Secret of Happiness” he confided that he lacked happiness in his life and that this was what he wanted. Another young univer- sity student studying to be a doctor testified that through reading the Alliance Witness and other Christian literature in the library he feels that God is leading him to a ministry on one of the less progressive islands where he can minister both to the physical and

the spiritual needs of his people, He has caught the missionary vision.

Another phase of the ministry is distribution of excellent tracts in Indonesian and English. Many take extra copies tn pass on to others. Decision magazine is B

favorite with young people. The value of these tnols of

evangelism is measureless. We know that people are being changed spiritually through the Library and Reading Room. Eternity will reveal how many. This witness will increase in effectiveness as by God’s blessing and the participation of supporters we enlarge its ministry. New books are cnn- stantly being made available to us, but our bookshelves are now full. New bookshelves will in turn require more space. That rakes investment. We think it’s worth it. Do you?

Pat GmIf Memorial Library and Rendrng Room, Bandung, Joun

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Never before had we seen so many Dyak Christians gather to- gether at one time in one church to hear the Word of God. The roll call was taken in the service and each village answered with the number of people from that village attending the service. The total- could it be possible?--1,018. Yes, we could believe there were that many in the church. As far back as we could see there were faces, faces, and more faces, plus bright splotches of color on the women’s side as the ladies and girls all had on their holiday finery. The children were crowded together right up under our feet. I t was a major task for the young people to make their way foward for their special songs, much less find a place to stand in the front of the church. Under the simply con- structed building, and around it, were more and more children, mothers with babies, and men.

The occasion? Christmas in the Immanuel Church of West Kalimantan.

As our eyes scanned the audience we saw the faces of individuals: the mother with baby sleeping contentedly in a sarong sling around her shoulders and her two toddlers crawling over her lap, yet listening with rapt attention to the Word of God as though she were the only one in the entire church; the 13 year old boy not noticing his friends sitting near playing with a horsefly but rather drinking in the wonder of the Christmas story; the old man, way in the back of the church, who had theradiance and glory of the Gospel written all over his face.

As we heard the singing of those hundreds of Dyaks who had been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb, “Mari menjembah Dia” (“0 Come Let Us Adore Him”), we were reminded of that far

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A liavellinE coffee shop on Queen Riuer, Kolimonim

‘Blessed %ut a i a t r e a d e d

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BY JANET KUHNS

far greater and more glorious heavenly chorus, of which those Dyaks will have a part, singing before the Lamb: “Blessing and honor and glory and power be unto Him. . . . ” Some of the Dyaks were redeemed out of heathenism twenty years ago or more, and some just this past year found the Lord as their Savior, a new Power over the evil influence of Satan and the witch doctors.

Again our hearts were blessed as we sat and fellowshipped with Pastor Pieter and his wife. His burden for his flock and his faithfulness in shepherding them were indeed encouraging. To see his concern for the villagers in his area who have not yet received the word of witness, and are still hound by Satan, made u s realize that there is hope for our Dyak church.

Blessed? Certainly! But also distressed. You may ask, “Why distressed?”

Many young people enthusiasti- cally attended the special youth services, singing a great number of special songs, some complete with guitar accompaniment. These same young people showed u p enmasse to decorate the church, play soccer, and even were willing to accompany us on the four hour trek, taking turns carrying the children and the baskets filled with clothing and mosquito nets. Yet, when the challenge of living a life committed to the task of sharing the Gospel with others was presented, out of this large number of over 80, only three were willing to respond.

As we shook hands with the hundreds of Dyaks who had come for the Christmns day service and knew that the usual Sunday at- tendance was not 1,000 hut only 300, we realized that many had come merely for the occasion, to see the towering "turn" and his “njonja” and the three white-

skinned children. I n the service seven had indicated their desire for salvation, but we were reminded of the fens of others who called themselves Christians and yet were as lost as their heathen neighbors. It’s difficult for these many, born and raised in a “Christian” villvge, to realize that they are sinners and not Christians until they make a personal and individual choice. Our hearts were burdened for them.

As we thought of the responsi- bility of the one pastor and his wife for over 1,000 souls scattered in 14 villages, some as far distant as five hours walk, we were dis- tressed in spirit. Where are the laymen, the spiritual leaders in each village willing to assist the pastor? Many refuse to be chosen as spiritual leaders for they don’t want the responsibility, don’t want to become involved.

After five days it was time to return home. Leaving the church we were reminded of the many other churches, in other locations, basically in the same condition. After trekking through rice fields, rubber plantations, and shaded forests, we came to the top of a hill from which vantage point we could look ont in all directions to see the green valleys and hills. We thought of the many villages, many longhouses, many Dyaks, many Chinese merchants, and many Muslim Malays. Oh that many more were fully committed to the great task of teaching, preaching, evangelizing and then establishing the Church of Christ on this ereat

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Island! Our hearts’ plea was, “Revive Thy church, 0 Lord!”

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man to its most practical extent. The missionary ministered each night to people who were earnejtly seeking but needful of Christian teaching. There is always the danger that they might accept Christianity not because of personal conviction but because of a desire to ingratiate themselves with the missionary, for whom they feel genuine friendliness.

The missionary spent a good deal of his time counselling and praying with the national worker, Guru Sandil. Brother Sandil is a graduate of one of the Mission Bible schools. He doubles as an elementary teacher and a pastor.* Meetings were held in the new schoolhouse built for the guru. A new house has also been built for him and his family. Their most immediate problem is obtaining sufficient food. It is through national pastors such as this that our missionaries try to reach the Dyaks for Christ. This pastor, now committed to his village, can scarcely aid the missionary in trekking to new areas,

We left Selung Betung with an impression that more Christian workers, national and missionary, are needed. Our perahu was loaded down with bananas for Sekadau market,--our hearts burdened, too. 1 shall not soon forget West Kalimantan.

* Pastor Sandil’s wile died since this writing. He ir left with 5 small children. Please pray for him.

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BY PETER AND JERRY NANFELT

People everywhere are contem- plating the “new” jet age with its jumbo jets and, still a few years off, the Supersonic Transport. The SST promises to reduce con- siderably the flight time between such points as distant as New York and Paris, Los Angeles and Tokyo. In the next few years millions of dollars will be spent in the SST program in order to save the American people a few valuable hours.

In Kalimantan SST is not a dream of the future. Our mis- sionaries and national pastors are already enjoying the Swift, Safe, Travel provided by the Missionary Aviation Fellowship. The aircraft, a Cessna 185, cruises at only 150 mph, but the missionaries aren’t

talking about saving a few hours. MAF is providing extra days and even weeks for actual missionary work. The cost? A whole year’s program will probably be financed for less than the price of a landing gear on a real SST.

We just can’t stop comparing the new “air age” with “the way it used to be.” A year ago we would haw had about seven days of travel ahead of rls from head- quarters in Java to our main station in West Kalimantan. This would have included a flight with com- mercial airline from Djakarta to Pontianak, the coastal city. Then a few days would be needed to prepare the boat for the trip upstream. And finally, four to five days of agonizingly slow pro- gress up the meandering Kapuas River would bring us to our destination.

Our latest trip was quite dif- ferent, to say the least! Our Garuda flight left Djakarta at exactly 5:15 A.M. Three hours later we were in Pontianak. We climbed into the waiting MAF plane and before lunch we were happily embracing our West Kalimantan colleagues at their station far in the interior. Break- fast in Djakarta-lunch in Kelansam! Who ever heard of such a thing? If the SST’s ever do go into service they will never chalk up these kinds of dividends.

On the same day we took a short side trip to one of the villages where an airstrip is being built. There were hoes and shovels to be dropped to hasten the work and another check needed to be made

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John Van Patler ,oives znrlruclions 10

oirrtrip builders nt Peloik

Part of airstrip at Kelanram

on the length of the strip and its approaches. We made the round trip in thirty minutes. A few days later we left hy outboard motor boat to visit the same village. I t took us exactly 16 hours to travel thc same distance we had covered in fifteen minutes a few days before. For two lioul-s we ran up the veiy narrow, winding stream in complete darkness risking a possible mishap and serious damage to thc motor. We burned about 25 gallons of gasoline and also had the expense of tivn meals enroute. This was far cry from the Swift, Safe, Travel we had enjoyed a few days before.

But can the missionary actually accomplish more now that MAF service is a reality? Another case in point: I n the time it would have taken us just to reach our main interior station by the usual mode of travel, we had already met with the Bible School Board for one day of meetings, ministered in the regular services on Sunday, preached in chapel and conducted a regional mission meeting the next day, traveled to two villages and conducted two days of special services there for pastors and village Christians in addition to checking on the progress of strip con- struction.

We missionaries are not the only ones who are excited. Vational pastors, Bible School Teachers, and ordinary villagers can also ap- preciate this new dimension of air travel. Since the strip at Kelansam, location of the Bible School, is now completed, pastors and church lcaders are coming in to scc what

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an airstrip is supposed to look like. Our overworked missionary staff is constantly on the move seeking to give sufficient direction to the fledging tcchnicians who are anxious to learn the proper procedures. In their enthusiasm some energetic workers have started strips in the middle of swamps and in other inaccessible locations outstanding for their lack of a suitable approach from either end.

But their enthusiasm and willing- ness to work is a great inspiration. After that long outboard motor boat ride described above we arrived at our destination late in the evening. We noticed that there were not many men around to greet us. Someone mentioned that most of the men were working on the airstrip. We assumed the strip must be a fair distance from the village and some of the men were sleeping there. Much to our surprise, we subsequently learned that the strip was only five minutes away and the villagers were out working a t night by the light of three kerosene pump lamps.

The “air age” has come to Kalimantan. With it, we believe, will come spiritual growth and evangelistic outreach not seen since the Dyak people first accepted the Good News twenty to thirty years ago.

As for the SST, we wish i t well. But while it’s abuilding (and pro- bably for a long time after that) we are more than contented with the Swift, Safe, Travel provided by its very humble third cousin, our Cessna 185.

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BY RALPH DWLL, JR

Ralph and Linda Duel1 are in their fourth year of teaching at Dalat School. The Indonesia Mission of the C . W M.A., nof including West Irian, has 14 students there in grades 7 through 12.

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Exotic Bali, war-torn Vietnam, tcmple-studded Thailand, Laos, Philippines- to most Americans these places seem as remote as the moon. But to 140 MK's (missionary kids) of the Christian and Missionary Alliance Dalat School, these places are home. And yet where is home to a young person who shuttles back and forth from mission boarding school, where he spends most of his year, to adopted land, where he is with his parents during the 3 to 4 months school vacation, to home- land, be it the U.S. or Canada where, typically, he spends only four of the first seventeen years of his life? Do the unusual influences on an .MK result in a displaced person, a person intrinsically dif- ferent from the American counter- part? Or can the MK blend into the American scene without showing any signs of his unique experiences? Are M K s deprived culturally, socially, edurationallj, or even religiously?

MK's experience many unusual things during their years overseas e\en though day to day living, contrary to the concept of many, is quite ordinary. They are a minority group living in countries where Westerners are no longer considered special. They witness extreme poverty, war, demonism, dictatorships-all of which cannot

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fail to have a profound influence on young lives. Although the MK may seem indifferent to his cn- vironment in his early years, yet time and again the need he has witnessed later hclps to draw him into a life of Christian service.

The MISS home exerts a power- f u l influence on him. Busy mis- sionary parents are all too aware that in their very busyness they might neglect their own children. VJ? have witnessed the love and concern that missiocary parents

have for their childrcn. 'They work hard at creating a strong and very closcly knit family rclationship. This is perhaps easier on the mission field than in the homeland whcre there is more to distract children and disrupt home life, M K s grow up observing. Chris- tianity in action in a pagan cnviron- ment. Parents try to include their children in the missionary program without making them feel as if they were equally responsible for their parents' call. The missionary

Pholo. R. Dud1 Dorm p r e n t Chorlrr Lon$ ?ends l o J%rt and second grader< of Dolor School

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parent knows that his child must have his own inner motivation, and this must come from the Holy Spirit, not from a hand-me-down religion. MK’s too must face the fact of sin, go through the struggles of conviction and repentance and find Christ personally. There are many who early make a commit- ment to Christ, but for some the struggle is long and difficult. We have observed M K s who have felt compelled to play a role while not honestly motivated by their own convictions. Some are not yet ready to “stand up and be counted.” Teenagers despise phoniness, and resent the pressure upon them to become “little missionaries.” Missionary parents and school staff dare not be naive nor presumtive in dealing with the MK.

Dalat School is located in the delightfully cool Cameron High- lands. Constantly expanding en- rollment requires at present a staff of about 20, consisting of mis- sionaries loaned by their field conferences to this -ministry, and teachers appointed directly by the Foreign Department. T o the casual observer Dalat might appear to be a model school However, its conglomeration of diverse per- sonalities, ideas and influences guarantees built - i n problems. Having children eight months out

of the year means that we have a tremendous responsibility towards them. Here six and seven year olds have their first exposure of formal education without the com- forting presence of Mommy and Daddy. Dormitory living demands community accountability. Most make the adjustment well. Others stick it out but admit that they would rather live at home. Occasionally a child cannoh adjust and other arrangments must be made. There i s much sacrifice on the part of parents and children in this matter of away-from-home schooling. The School realizes the need and endeavors to be father, mother, teacher, counsellor, disciplinarian, friend-all things to all students. We must provide .MK’s with a well balanced life. One of our goals is to make Dalat School as American as possible. These kids are Americans, are expected to return to America every four years and fit in , and eventually live in America. Al- though wc might be criticised for making a “little America” in the middle of a Chinese-Indian-.Malay culture, the Mission feels that nothing less should be done. Curriculum is up to date. Our M K s often go home and find school a snap. Our little ones have the advantage of small classes and devoted teachers. The School

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offers opportunities in sports, music, art and drama as well as the usual “heavies”: literature, math, languages, history and science. The U.S. - Canadian holidays are celebrated, even if Christmas must be observed at the end of October, before students leave for the long vacation. In free time smaller students play dolls, army, trade stamps, explore, swing, and often enliven the adjacent playground with body contact games. Older students find free time scarce b u t manage to work in tennis, soccer, suntans and music. The kids love hotdogs, pizza, and tuna sand- wiches. Also hot curries, fried rice and chapaties (Indian pan- cakes). Older students follow American politics closely, but are also familiar with the rise and fall of most oriental regimes. They are devoted to their record collec- tions but can turn nut, completely on their own, an impressive service of sacred music. They dress like their Stateside contemporaries (within limits) and follow the fads with interest. The staff tries to be reasonable about such things as hair length, hemlines, and dating. Short wave radios and up to date magazines keep everyone aware of current events. History is being made out here and M K s are in the mainstream as much as anyone.

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M K s are unique as they identify with an assortment of countries and peoples. Many are bi-lingual and all are bi-cultural. Or it may be argued that they are “ U K cultural”, that singular condition of the American missionary’s child raised in three environments. Yet, in spite of this uniqueness, we thank the Lord that they are aIso normal, happy, American kids. We cover for them a Christ centered life and want them to be them- selves-real, honest young people who know what the best in life is and how to find it. We think they are great just the way they are, and we are thankful that God has given us the opportunity of sharing life with them.

“Everyone to whom much is given, of him will be much re- quired.” (Luke 12:48 RSV). Surely the Lord has blessed MICs in an exceptional way. We pray that they will be aware of their privileges and hence also of their responsibilities, and develop into men and women who desire to please the Lord in every area of their lives.

PRAY FOR ALL OUR M K S

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On December 15, 1956, news arrived in Sydney, Australia, from Dutch New Guinea that twelve native missionary teachers had been killed in a raid on an American mission station. I t was stated that the victims were “members of the American Mission of the Christian and Missionary Alliance.” T h e report said that the natives had apparently blamed missionaries for a plague that was killing large numbers of pigs. A Mission plane was attached. Among the martyrs were Rev. and MIS. Ruland Lesnussa, an Ambonese couple who had worked in East Kalimantan prior to going to Sew Guinea (West Irian) in 1950. Their only child, Jantje Harry Lesnussa, age 8, had said good bye to his parents

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on the morning of the attack and gone off to school as usual. Little did he know that he u,ould never see his parents again in this world.

After the massacre Jantje was taken in by Rev. and Mrs. Rumaseb, whose ten year old daughter had also been killed in the raid. They cared for Jantje for three years. Then Jantje went to Biak, West Irian, for his first two years of junior high school. Later he finished junior high school in Makassar, Sulawesi. In 1965 Jantje felt the call of the Lord and entered the Jaffray School of Theology, Makassar. In 1967 Jantje returned to West Irian for seven months of practical Christian work at Enarotali under the direc- tion of Rev. Tetalepta.

On October 22, 1969, Janrje n a s graduated from the Jaffray School of Theology. This is his personal testimony: “I feel called of God to become His servant to replace my parents in West Irian. I feel burdened for the people, especially those in the Wissel Lakes area. Remembering that my parents served the Lord in West Irian for such a brief time, and that He miraculously spared me from death, I feel that I must serve Him in West Irian.”

Pray for Jantje, as well as the other ten who graduated with him, and are now beginning their ministry in various parts of Indonesia. False teachers are springing up in many parts of Indonesia ready to deceive.

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“.MAY I help you find a book?” I asked the student who was busy pulling first one and then another volume off the rack. “No thank you, I’m just looking.” This was something new for him. He was a second year student at Long Bia Bible School in the interior of East Kalimantan. When he came he had been very recently con- verted from animism. Although he had had a 6th grade education in his Dyak village he had never known anything like a public library.

Nor would he have known such a thing at Bible School until quite recently. In the past our library had consisted of a few worn volumes locked in a cupboard. Books were for teachers, there just weren’t enough to go around for the students. But now a room had been made available, tables and chairs inherited from a class roum no longer needing them (with the advent of new desks), rows of open shelves built along the walls. The locked cupboards were opened and the books placed upon the shelves, available to students. They would have looked very lonely hut for the new books purchased. Teachers and students are grateful for the gifts that made Long Bia’s new library possible. Of course, a thousand volumes is just a begin- ning, but we opened for business- and we got it.

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Students came to browse, to explore the new vistas opened through the printed pages. Most of them have known nothing but the river villages of this forest land. A library is a gateway to the outside world, Udjang, the second year student mentioned above, finally found what lhc was seeking. Hc became so engrossed in reading that, without thinking, he slowly sank to the floor, and there he sat. Since he was quite com- fortable and out of the line of traffic, who was I to call him back from his other world. When he came to himself, he moved over to a bench to continue his delving in proper fashion.

I turned my attention to a student who was looking for sermon illustra- tions. He had been in before and read some interesting stories, but now he could remember neither book nor author, nor stories. Perhaps a librarian’s services do not normally cover this kind of a a dilemma, but I was able to make some suggestions.

Now that we are allowing students to check out books, one can find them reading almost any- where on campus. Often we see students sitting under the tree near the badminton court. They’re not watching a game, they are reading a book while guarding their rice which has been spread out on the hot cement to dry before i t is pounded. If they don’t watch the chickens will come and ear the rice.

We wonder now how we got along without the library, an essential part of Bible school. But

improvements are needed. We lack books. Teachers, trained at our field-wide theological school in Makassar, learned there the value of the library and how to use it. They give reading and research assignments to their students. When this happens, I am swamped with requests for material. “Njonja, d n you have anything on the hfe of Peter? Is there a book on Christian ethics? Please help me find an article on the difference between faith and works, and faith without works.” At such times I wish I could put sufficient books into their hands, but there are so few.

A thousand books is just the beginning of a library. It has thrilled us to see them being used. Most of our students will never again have this much material available to them. We feel that future pastors should be as well read as possible and yet there are many, many books we still need desperately. We thank those who have sent gifts for this project. If you would like to help, send your gift to our New York head- quarters, marked for the Long Bia Bible School library.

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What 2 u p p e n e d to the

BY MARION C. ALLEU

Pi,"*": M C . Alim

Burning Fetishes at Timor Chirrch

Several reports of the 1965-66 revival in the Island of Timor, East Indonesia, received worldwide attention. What has happened since that time? When we left Indonesia for furlough in mid-1968 the revival fires had died down. The three young people of Gospel Team 36, the most effective of the many groups whom God had used to bring spiritual quickening, had returned to their local church. They were hoping to train others to go out in this work.

During this revival in the Pro- testant church many outstanding miracles had taken place, attested by reliable witnesses. The dead had been raised, food had been multiplied, people had walked on water, and, in answer to prayer, water had been turned to wine. There had also been exaggerated reports that between 80,000 and 100,000 people had repented and

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become Christians. I would estimate that until now there have been between 7,000 and 10,000 people who have shown evidence of a new life in faith. This new life is growing, however, and in spite of much opposition. Strangely enough the opposition comes from the missionaries and leaders of the church in which the revival started. I t is obvious that there has been real progress in evangelism which was unknown before. Four pastors out of 17 Protestant churches in the city of Kupang, Timor, have been saved, and in these churches there are determined efforts in soul winning.

This is also true of at least one church on Alor Island, and several churches on Rote and Timor Islands. But the Protestant church conference of December, 1969, rc- pudiated this spiritual work and took an official position opposing evangelistic efforts. Remember that the majority of the membership of this dead church still keep fetishes, and there has been practically no teaching on holiness of life. During the conference mentioned, charges of heresy were brought against the gospel teams for their teaching the necessity of repentance and the new birth. The testimony of one pastor that he had been saved after having been an ordained man for several years brought severe censure upon him.

Thus Protestant congregations who desire to emphasize evangelism are placed in a difficult position. Though it is difficult to determine accurately, I would estimate that the evangelistic part of the Pro- testant Church accounts for about Z0;/, of the total membership.

Although the gospel team work is not nearly as extensive as it was in 1966, the excesses which brought reproach on many of the teams have been eliminated. The ministry of the three or four teams presently active is very good and the Holy Spirit has manifested Himself in the healing of many people. Many have been brought to repentance. Many have burned their fetishes.

We of the Christian and Mis- sionary Alliance have been ap- proached about working together with these revived churches in the interior of Timor Island. I think something can be done especially- if we work together in some proven program such as Evangelism-in- Depth, and extension seminary, assisted by Missionary Aviation Fellowship. We ask your prayers that an MAF airplane might be based in these eastern islands.

We have seen what God will do in bringing new life to His church. We desire that the revival of ‘rimor continue and spread until it touches the more than two million people in this province.

Brethren pray for us!

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Becky Kuhns and I boarded the small Dakota plane at the Djakarta airport, headed for West Kalimantan. She was going home for the long Christmas vacation. I was her escort. I was glad for the opportunity to see first-hand some of the mission stations and the problems about which we had been praying.

Pontianak This port city-on-a-river is the

chief town of West Kalimantan (Borneo). It is almost exactly on the equator, and with no moderat- ing influence of elevation, the heat is overwhelming. From the airport we rode an “oplet” (jitney) a half hour into town. Xumerous bridges rise sharply in the road, and but for the courtesy of the driver, who usually slowed down, this foreign- er’s head would have collided several times with the too-near roof.

The many canals of Pontianak have led to its being dubbed “The Venice of the Orient.” These murky waterways provide for more than transport. One sees the water being used for bathing, laundering, washing dishes, and disposing of all kinds of sewerage. I t is not surprising that those who survive to adulthood have been effectively immunized against such diseases as typhoid and cholera.

As thc Mission boat “Kabar Indjil” (Good News) was readied to go upstream. the two Mission parents, Janet Kuhns and Dudley Bolser, finished last minute pur- chasing of such items as lumber for the Bible school building at Kelansam. gasoline for the genera- tors and outboard motors, and, of course, some fresh vegetables and fruit unavailable in the interior. Then the “perahu” (a sampan- and this one with an outboard motor) took us and our baggage under the many bridges spanning the canal toward the open water of the harbor where the larger boat was anchored. Just before we bade our adieus to thecity we decided to eat a t a Chinese rest- aurant. From out the dingy and mysterious depths of the kitchen there wafted some delicious odors, to be followed later by some very tasty foodstuffs, along with citrus flavored iced tea.

On the river The mighty Kapuas. one of the

greatest of Kalimantan’s many great rivers, is a wide expanse of fairly blue water here near its mouth. Endless shrubbery lines the shore, with only an occasional .Malay or Chinese village to break the monotony. But the monotony was restful. I found a quiet here as

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nowhere else. Cool breezes sug- gested a sunbath: one hour was sufficient to give a painful burn.

At night a nearly full moon rose late and allowed “Captain” Bolser to steer easily across the swdlen river. He did not havc to fear sandbars and submerged rocks, but he kept watching for floating drift- wood. A fragrance of flowering jungle trees convinced one that this strange new world has incom- parable beauties of its own.

In a Dyok village We delivered Becky and her

mother at Kelansam (where the Kuhns are teachers a t the Bible School) and then procecded to the Bolser home at Sekadau. After putting on some weight, thanks to Nancy Baker’s good cooking, I went with Dudley on the six hour trip upstream to the village of Selung Betung.

The initial impression was one of pervading unreality at being able to observe, first hand, a culture so recently removed from the hcad hunting ways for which Borneo has been known. Rounding the last bend in the river I saw children and adults splashing around in their river bath, clothed only in the beautiful light tan which was their natural heritage. The formidable notched pole rising steeply from vater level to rhe high embankment overhead was by-passed, thankfully, for the perahu put in smoothly a t the muddy bank and all I had to do was maintain my balance on the slippery clay shore. \Ve were welcomed most hospitably by those village men who had not yet gone

off to guard their distant rice fields. A notched log leading into the main longhouse was easily scaled with the aid of supporting hand rails. The gloom of the longhouse porch provided welcome relief from the glare of the sun. Numerous mats were laid on the bamboo floor. Between the slats could be seen the living garbage disposal units below: pigs and chickens. These also were the future and handy meat supply. Eating provided its moments of distress. Huge quantities of glutinous rice were served at every meal along with chicken . . . a special consideration for the foreig- ner’s palate. Eating with my fingers proved no real hardship, although the novelty of the pro- cedure slowed me up somewhat. Sitting cross-legged around the table mat seemed a bit unusual, and it was an impossible uncom- fortable position for Dudley, who happened to have several boils on his legs. The women watched in the background, keeping the men folk supplied with plenty of rice and, later, a mug of hot water with which to wash it all down. I shovelled in the rice as fast as I could but nonetheless I was con- stantly aware that my meager appetite4ornpared to their vora- cious ones-could only be inter- preted as an insult to the cooking.

We were scarcely prepared for the awful lack of privacy which fell our lot. Changing for a bath required the most dexterous move- ments under the sarong. I had bought one of these cylinders of about 4 yards of (purple) cloth for

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just such an exigency. Even the crude dock shelters used down- stream for washroom facilities were nowhere to he seen here. A walk into the bush proved to be a futile search after privacy, as the mis- sionary automatically became a sort of pied piper for the children wherever he wcnt.

Missionary work Much of the missionaiy’s time at

the village was spent in talking. How these people love to chat away the hours. One of the men who owned a transistor radio asked Dudley how many barrels of gaso- line he thought the American astronaut needed on his trip to the moon. They were fascinated by the white man’s camera. A picture taking session to which Dudley finally agreed caused a delightfully mad scramble through- out the entire community to borrow clothes and finery. A single watch that day made the rounds of the male population and was dis- played most ostentatiously on the wrist of the wearer. Never a smile cracked their serious mein once the picture was to he taken, although gales of helpless laughter invariably preceded it. The picture would always show a serious face gazing at the ground, or shyly sideways.

Besides being a part time photo- grapher, the missionary served as a source of medicines, especially eye salves. It was easy to see that these extremely affable people were also quite ingenious at using the friendship of the “wealthy” white (mdt on p o p 8 )

e o r u d j u

BY RODGER & LELIA LEWIS

Simon and Paulus, sure-footed and supple, jogged down the narruw red-earth path, a 55-gallon drum swaying in the sling between them. They paused to greet us with smiles as brilliant as the gleaming rays striking the jagged cliffs behind them.

“Where are you going?” we queiied.

“Ulusalu,” was the reply.

“With that drum?”

“Yes. It’s needed for cooking for the feast.” And they were off for the 20 kilometer walk. Roads are few and gutted in Toradja, and

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vehicles scarce. Many of the more than 1,000 guests expected at the feast would walk even further than the drum carriers.

The Kibaid“ Christians have discarded the heathen custom “Pesta orang mati” (Feast for the dead), but a church dedication provides an excellent opportunity for the jubilant and gigantic gusta- tory gala that is such an integral part of Toradja custom.

The following day we packed ten people into the mission jeep and set out for Ulusalu. The wild beauty of this mountain land pro- vided a palliative for the bone jolts and the breath-holding cross- ings of rickety bridges. We were reveling at yet another magnificent vista of rugged, rock-strewn heights interspersed with patterned patches of corn, rice and sweet potato in the lovely vales, when someone called out, “We’re here!’’ Well, almost, for there was still a hard climb up a seemingly vertical path to the church which was set upon a plateau. The panting guests were warmly welcomed and, along with the village chief, were soon partaking of the Toradja specialty: rice, mixed with coconut milk and spices which had been cooked in sections of green bamboo over an

Kibaid is the indigenous Toradja church founded by giaduaies of Jaffyay Theological School, Mohassar. R o d p f3 Lelia Lewis seroed in Kibaid Bible School for 2 months in 1970.

Pholai: L Leais

Simon leads choir before door-unlocking. U ludu , Toradio

open fire. A tasty soup of caribou entrails undoubtedly would have been even tastier had we eaten it in the dark. The night was clear and chilly as we later gathered under a temporary outdoor shelter to sing and hear God‘s Word. We then retired to the small bedroom vacated by the pastor and his wife. Here there were two beds for a n undetermined number of guests but we were glad that we had one to ourselves, and even a mosquito net to give a measure of privacy. A carelessly dropped flashlight dis- appeared into an enormous crack in the split bamboo floor. Later the bamboo proved no match for

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the weight of the western iniis- sionary, and his foot went through it with a resounding crack. Our unperturbed host quickly took down the welcome sign and covered thc damage! We slept fitfully, dimly aware of the bustling activity as a non-stop, 48 hour cooking marathon continued till dawn.

The following day’s service proved somewhat of a marathon as well with sermons, choirs and speeches by government officials. About 250 people had crowded into the attractive frame building after the ribbon-cutting and door- unlocking ceremonies. On a front bench sat stocky, balding Rev. Benjamin Bokko’, astute and tire- less Kibaid leader. What were his thoughts as he looked at the people packing the benches and windows crowded with faces? Was he recalling that day, 16 years ago, when he had walked to this com- munity to preach the Gospel and visit a new heliever, the first from this area? This young girl had heard the message of salvation in Makale from “disciples” who were then being trained by Pastor Bokko’. Perhaps the veteran worker was rhinking of the rebuffs and scoffing that had greeted him that day at Uluslalu when the girl’s father had refused him admittance to the house, and no one else had wanted to extend him hospitality. He had spent that night at the foot of the path in a cold rain. The young convert had stolen down the mountainside in the darkness to bring food to Pastor Bokko’ who had had nothing to eat since early morning. I n spite of parental

opposition this girl had been re- solute in her desire to follow Christ. And now she was present at the dedication-as one of Kibaid’s “nona gurus” (Bible women). There too was her aged father, who had so strongly opposed the Gospel and its messenger, now joyfully joining in the songs of praise to his Savior.

As Mr. Bokko’ listened to the sermon of the missionary un- doubtedly he thought of that other missionary who had so influenced his life. Dr. Robert Jaffray had died in a wartime internment camp just 20 kilometers from Ulusalu. But the torch of the Gospel had been passed on to Mr. Bokko’. He often spoke of Dr. Jaffray, and other Alliance pioneers who had labored in Indonesia decades ago when this great Island republic was still largely neglected by the evangelical missionary movement. Mr. Bokko’ had penetrated to yet unreached jungle peoples of Kalimantan along with Alliance missionaries and, fired by their courage and vision, he had returned to Toradialand, to pioneer for the Lord Jesus Christ. He had faced not only the superstition of animism and the fanaticism of Islam, but also the suspicion and mistrust of Christians in the Protestant colonial church. Yet on this day of dedica- tion members of the Protestant group were also present to offer congratulations and to rejoice to- gether with the Kibaid church at the great host that had been brought from animism to a know- ledge of the Savior. They were impressed that although the

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Llusalu church was ten years in building it was the work of its own Christians, without Mission subsidy or outside help.

What was Pastor Bokko’ thinking as he listened to the 38 voice choir- the entire Kibaid Bible School student body-as thcy sang “Send the Light”? Were his thoughts of those places yet beyond the jutting mountains where these young men and women must take the Gospel? 192,000 animists in Toradja were yet in spiritual darkness. Perhaps some of these students, with the vigor and vision of youth, would press on even beyond Toradja borders to reach the isolated and Gospel-neglected areas throughout south and central Sulawsi.

After the service, guests ad- journed to the outside shelters where they were served banana- leaf packets of rice, sate (Indonesian shishkabob), and big helpings of fat pork, the favorite dish of Toradjaland. Sections of bamboo functioned as glasses. Dextrous h g e r s took the place of forks and spoons. We were amazed at the prodigious quantities of food, especially caribou and fatty pork meat that all were able to consume without ill effect. Several caribou and scores upon scores of pigs had been butchered, and there was plenty of raw meat to take home, according to custom. We marveled that a congregation of less than 50 could have fed so many so abundantly.

We passed Simon and Paulus on the home trek. They were still smiling and buoyant. Kext day we would teach them in Bible

Poult~r helps cook Sate, Ulusalu. Torodjn

School in Makale. We were grateful for the opportunity that we had had to see the truly in- digenous Kibaid church. We were grateful also for the brief contact with the present and potential leaders. Perhaps Simon-or would it be Paulus-would someday be stepping into Pastor Bokko’s shoes. In the tomorrows to come, should Christ tarry, theie would be more feasts of dedication; but first Simon and his fellow students must get on with the job committed to them by their godly predecessors, and by the Lord Himself-walking, working, witnessing and winning souls to Christ.

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d p p r o v e d Spec ia ls

These are projects that have been approved by the Board of Managers of the Christian and Missionary Alliance but are not included in the regular budget.

Missionary Children’s School and Iiome . . . . . . . . Heavy duty vehicle for East Indonesia . . . . . . . . Library books, Immanuel Bible School, West Kal. . . . Library books, Long Bia Bible School, East Kal. . . . . Correspondence course . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Inboard-outboard motor for East Kalimantan . . . . . . Generator for Immanuel Bible School, West Kal. . . . . Completion West Kal Bible School building project

(chapel and teacher’s residence) . . . . . . . . . . Printing new books . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40 h.p. outboard motor for West Kalimantan.. . . . . Library building, Long Bia Bible School . . . . . . Denpasar Youth Center . . . . . . . . . . . . . . M.A.F. flying program . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Air strip construction (per strip, approximately) , , . .

823,000 4,000

500 500

2,000 1,200 2,500

12,500 5,000

750 3,000 3,000 3,500

500

Those interested in giving to one or more of these needs may send gifts to:

REV. B. S. KING, Treasurer

The Christian & Missionary .4lliance

260 West 44th Street New York, New York 10036

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w i a a i o n a r y SDirectory

3anuary 1970

DJAKARTA, JAVA

Rev. & Mrs. Peter l a n f e l r , Chairman Rev. & Mrs. Vernon Ncigenfind,

I . M . B . 0 . ( h e r Mission Business Office)

Miss Margarer Shvneman Miss Peggy Lee

BANDUNG, JAVA

Rev. 61 Mrs. William I<isscll Literature Department

Rev. & Mrs. Walter Post Extension Education Program

Re\,. & Mrs. Harry Post Extension Education Program

Rev. & Mrs. Ivan Lay Missionary Children's Hostel

Mr. Alex Valley, Teacher, Missionary Children's School

Mns Lorna Munroe, Teacher, Missionary Children's School

Rev. & Mrs. Floyd Grunvu Language study.

WEST KALIMANTAN

Rev. & Mrs. Charles Dates

Rev. & Mrs. William Kuhns' Nsnga Pinoh

Bible School, Kelansain

Bible School, Kclansam RCV. & M r s , John Van Patter

Sintang

n'Iiss ~ e l a Pierce

* Furloush in 1970 ** Leave o/ absence

EAST KALIMANTAN

Rev. & M r s . Larry Bell Long Bia Bible Schoo!

Rev. & M n . Ken Riggenbach Long Bin Bible School

Rev. & Mrs. Gunther Karnphauscn' Tandjung Selor

EAST INDONESIA

Rev. & Mrs. Maurice Bliss Jamray School of Theolopy, Makassar

Jvffray School of Theology, Makassar

Re\,. & Mrs, Marion Allen, Kupang, Timor

Re,,. & Mrs. Rodger Lewis, Clanjar, Bali

Rev. & Mn. Ken Van Kurin," Denpasar, B a l i

Rev. & Mrs. Richard Smith, Bible School, Sumba

Rev. & Mrs. Gordon Chapman

ON FURLOUGH

Miss Lois Boehnke" Rev. & Mrs . Dudley Bolser Rev. & Mrs. Craig Hendrickson Rev. & Mrs. Raymond Rudes Rev. & Mrs. Jack Wake'* Rev. & Mrs. Gordon Jenren