Story by Karen Weaver
As the helicopter touched down on the lush green mountainside, Garrett looked out at a sea of eager faces and wondered if these might be the people for him.
Having completed his pre-field training, Garret was ready to focus on a specific people group, a daunting task with more than 300 languages in PNG still waiting for God’s Word. He was grateful to receive a list of a half dozen “high priority” language groups to help him narrow his search.
Two months previous, Garrett had visited one of these high priority language groups, located in a flat, watery delta along the south coast. Now he was visiting a group living high in a mountainous region that was not accessible to the outside world by roads, airstrips, or rivers. The only way in had been by helicopter.
In this isolated area Garrett found a thriving community. On his second day there, he enjoyed watching field games and traditional dances. Two men sat with him, explaining the origins of the dances and what the costumes represented, such as birds or bats.
The next day, Saturday, he and a colleague met with the leaders of four villages who had come to participate in a fund raiser event for a local school. Their gathering afforded the perfect opportunity to discuss the need for a translation committee and what would be necessary if a linguist were to stay with them. Garrett was encouraged by the timing of their meeting and by their interest in translation. They even showed him where they could build him a house and a landing pad for the helicopter.
On Sunday, representatives of the women’s group approached him to say they would pray for him at their prayer meeting and asked for his name. They listened as he shared some of his history with them. Garrett felt his heart drawn toward these people who loved the Lord but didn’t have his Book in their language.
The helicopter was scheduled to pick them up on Monday morning. Due to heavy fog and general bad weather, it did not come that day. Or the next. Or the next. On the third day, Garrett’s friend suggested maybe God was keeping them fogged in to allow him the opportunity to share his decision to work among them.
On Thursday morning Garrett gathered the people to announce his decision and was rewarded by loud cheers of enthusiasm. Not long after, the fog lifted and the chopper landed. As he departed through an opening in the clouds, Garrett looked forward to the day he would return to begin living among the Nema people.