A group of white men went to preach the tribal people living in mountain area. God blessed them and the whole village accepted the gospel..

It took 5 hours by bus. From there we hired a motorcycle with four of us on one bike! After a couple of hours of crossing rivers and climbing a mountain, the bike would go no further. So we hiked the rest of the way up the mountain.

As we trudged through mud and crossed flooded rivers on logs a hundred feet high, the Filipino pastors who accompanied me told me that I would be the first foreigner, the first white man, to have ever set foot in these mountains. So I was anticipating a look of surprise on the faces of the tribal people when we arrived.

The chief gathered everyone in the village together. But no-one seemed really surprised to see their first foreigner. It baffled me.

So I asked my interpreters to ask the chief why no-one was surprised at all. The chief's answer, through double-interpretation, came back:

Way back in 79 we used to worship the spirits. The men used to spear each other. We had as many wives as we liked.

Then one day I had a dream where somebody dressed in white appeared to me and said, "You better repent of what you're doing, and start worshiping the one true God in heaven."

Then I was told in another dream to gather my whole village together and tell them also to repent and start worshiping the one true God in heaven. So our whole village began to believe in God.

Then I was told in further dreams to write down laws which the tribe should live by. Also I was told to build a building where the village could gather to worship.

The behavior of the tribe became so good that we gained the reputation of causing the least trouble to the Filipino government.

Then one day I got sick, and had to go down into the low lands to find a doctor. But the first person I met happened to be a pastor who took me in and showed me the bible. I was amazed to discover that almost word-for-word what was told me in the dreams was in that bible. So I knew that the God who had been appearing to me in the dreams was the same God who wrote the bible. So I asked the pastor to come and live in our village and teach us about God. The pastor moved his family there, spent years learning the language, and was now teaching them the Word of God.

And finally, said the chief, I was told that one day white people will come from a far away land and tell us more about what God wants us to do.

"So no-one's surprised to see you, we've been waiting for you since", he said.

They probably wondered what took me so long to get there!

I preached about The Plan of Salvation, Water Baptism and Receiving the Holy Spirit.

After I finished, in true tribal fashion the chief dismissed everyone including me, so the elders could have a closed discussion. Then after a while they gathered everyone together again. A spokesman for the elders gave the verdict:

"As an eldership we have discussed the message we have all

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