THE MANOBO WEDDING CEREMONY

by Myna Consolacion Buta

Lawatano Mission School

February, 1997

We were so excited for the long awaited wedding.  My partner and I were for the first time going to witness a Manobo wedding.  At last, on February 17, 1997, about 1:00 p.m. the groom and his relatives arrived at Lawatano from Dao.  Dao is a nearby village taking only four hours to hike to Lawatano.  The bride was from Lawatano where I was assigned as a student missionary.  She was the daughter of Datu Samuel, one of the datus of the village.

When the grooms party arrived, they occupied the two school rooms to prepare themselves for the wedding.  Someone shaved the eyebrows of the groom and painted around his eyes with white rice powder which they call in the Manobo language, “antis”.  Everybody was busy preparing, putting finishing touches on their faces with lipstick and make-up and eye shadow.  They adorned themselves with their beautiful and colorful “baliog” or necklaces.

Then at about 3:00, the bride and groom met in a house newly built by the father of the bride.  One of the datus got a chicken for what they called “gaamuadas” or by killing the chicken, they rid the house of evil spirits and any bad omens before the groom entered the house of the bride.

The house where the bride was staying was crowded with the village folks and we had a difficult time getting a place to take good pictures because of the crowd.  The groom and bride were each covered with a blanket.  The ceremony finally started and all the village people were happy.  Laughter filled the air.  The bride’s relatives gave her to the groom’s relatives and then the groom’s relatives gave him to the bride’s relatives.

The official solemnizing the wedding was a woman called a “Bai” or chief.  She commanded the two of them to sit down facing each other.  The Bai held in her hand some cooked rice wrapped in a banana leaf.  In the Manobo language it is called “linupot”.  The Bai unwrapped the cooked rice and slowly got some of it and formed it into balls using her bare hands.  She gave some to the groom and the bride.  The relatives all sat around watching the couple eat their share of the rice first.  Then the relatives devoured the remains.  After all had eaten, the Bai told the couple to hug each other.  Laughter broke out as this was done. 

Under the house, some of the village folks were cooking food and the smoke came up through the floor but none of us minded even though the smoke irritated our noses and eyes.  It was quite hot.  We were all there to witness the happenings of the wedding in spite of all the pushing and shoving of the people.

The couple were then seated in a special seat while the datus and other high ranking members of the village sat around in the center of the house.  The father of the bride, Datu Samuel, had a handful of “aguloy” or corn seeds.  Datu Banog of Dao, who is a Seventh-day Adventist, also had a handful of corn seeds.  The corn seed was a symbol of the value of a carabao.  In terms of money, that is about P1,000.  They were counting up the expenses of the wedding.  Each of the datus counting anything from the beginning of the proposal until the time of the wedding by using the corn seeds.  The groom’s family and relatives gave a dowry to the bride of money, two horses and a carabao.

Even though it was a rainy day, we enjoyed the day.  It was a very memorable day for everyone.

THE JOURNEY

by Myda Buta

November, 1996

When I decided to be a part of the student missionary work (SULADS), I was not in good health.  I was sick and physically weak.  Friends told me to stay home for my recovery but I attended the seminar regularly even if I’m still trembling with fever, muscle pains, and colds.  As the seminar went on, I became weaker every day.  I didn’t eat much food due to my lack of appetite.

My friends noticed that I did not look very well.  When they learned that I was planning to become a student missionary, they opposed the idea.  They tried to discourage me by telling me of the dangers I would likely encounter in the mountains.  They told of the trials I would meet and criticized me for even thinking of going as a student missionary.  I prayed and was not affected by what they said trying to discourage me from going through with my plans.

I made an agreement with God that I would not take any medications but asked Him to heal me if it were His plan that I continue with my plans.  On Friday of the seminar week, my situation had become more serious.  By Sabbath I was really ill.  I tried to act normal as I did not want others to know just how bad I felt.

Sunday morning, I woke up feeling very well.  I praised God for my healing.  There was no trace of muscle pains or fever.  I took this as an indication that God wanted me to go as a student missionary.  Then I became afraid—afraid of what I will do.  I did not know what my life would be like living in the mountain with people of another culture and lifestyle.  I thought of the possible dangers I would face from time to time and the hardships and trials that I would likely encounter.  I realized then the difficult commitment I was making.  Trusting in God and knowing that He was sufficient to see me through all the problems and trials, I decided to go.

The seminar was over.  I was one of those accepted to go.  The Board of Directors of the SULADS sent us out two by two just like Jesus sent His disciples.  My partner and I were assigned to Lawatano Mission School.  I had heard reports that this was one of the farthest missions schools—that one had to walk farther from the nearest road than any other school. 

November 4, 1996, we left MVC for our assignment.  We went with other SULADS who knew the way to guide us.  We reached the town of San Fernando that afternoon.  We started walking at 4:00 p.m.  We hoped to arrive around 7:00 p.m. in the village. 

As we traveled along, the road was slippery so I took off my shoes for greater stability.  We passed the sitio of Sulog just before dark.  There we made a torch called a “palong-palong” to give us light along the path.  By the time we reached the river, it was totally dark.  We stopped to rest a little.  We sat on a rock and had evening worship and ate our little supper of some pieces of bread.  We went on.  Seven o’clock came and went but we were not yet at the village.  My knees were trembling by this time.  My partner wanted to go on.  He said it was only another hour but that was for fast walkers.  I was too tired so we decided to spend the night in a house nearby.  We knocked at two houses and greeted the people but neither of them offered us a place to stay.  We went on hoping that there would be a house farther on with an open door for us to rest until the following day.  At last, the third house opened to us and let us in.  The family was native Manobo and a friend of our SULADS guide.  We spent a good night of rest there. 

The next morning, we had morning worship and at 5:00 a.m. we started on our way again to the mission school.  We said a hearty “Thank you” to the family and bid them good-bye and went on our way.  At 7:00 a.m. we reached Lawatano Mission School. 

The school was set beautifully on a hill.  The cottage was set on another hill but a bridge connected the two.  It was beautiful.  In an instant, I loved the place.

On November 6, we held our first meeting of the village people regarding the school situation, their contribution for the development of the school and many other items.  We then began the enrollment of the students in the school.  The rest of the week, we were busy cleaning our cottage and its surroundings.

November 11 classes began.  We also cleaned the school surroundings and cut the grass and re-organized the children into classes.  We have regular Bible study classes and serenade the houses every Sabbath morning.  We meet and talk with the villagers whenever possible to get better acquainted with them.  With these activities, we are praying that God will touch them, that they will accept His salvation.  We pray that they will have faith in Jesus and become a part of His family.

HOW WILL I PAY YOU SIR?

by Golly Policarpio, MVC Student Missionary to Lawatano

as told to Mrs. Nelita B. Janoyan

“Ma’am, how will I start washing these clothes?  They are wet with the stool of our patient who has cholera”, asked Golly to the woman who was in charge of the laundry in German  Community Hospital.

It was December 13, 1994--Tuesday morning-- when Golly Policarpio was on his way to Halopitan, San Fernando, going to Lawatano Mission School.  It was a three hour hike in order to reach his territory.  Under the heat of the sun, with sweat on his whole body, he really wished to be in Lawatano as early as possible. 

He walked two hours, and reached sitio Balaas, a place before Lawatano, with joy in his heart.  That joy soon turned to tears and fears.  “Sir, please help.  We have a dying man,” somebody cried.  Immediately Golly searched for the patient.  To his surprise, he saw a man almost dead, terribly dehydrated, and still struggling for his dear life.  His eyes were both white and pale.  “Lord, please save this man,” Golly prayed.

Fortunately, the German Doctor with his companions were in sitio Balaas having their free clinic.  The doctor tried everything in order to save the life of the patient.  They put dextrose in both hands because of the serious condition.  Unfortunately, they still needed more dextrose but none was available.  Golly was instructed by the doctor to boil water to replace the dextrose.

“Toto, ampo hay kaw to magbabayo.”  “Toto, pray to God,” Golly said to the patient.

After a few hours, the doctors still observed that the situation was still very dangerous.  They decided to bring him to the hospital in Valencia.  After improvising a stretcher made of a sack and some sticks, they carried the patient to the hospital.  It was already 5:30 p.m. when they started down the hill.  Saul Llamera, Golly’s fellow student missionary, carried the dextrose bottle while several men carried the stretcher.  The trail was slippery and muddy.  There were times they almost fell because they could not see the trail in the dark.  Rain come, making the trail more slippery.  In their desire to save the life of the patient, they did not pay any attention to the hardship they met.  When they could reach the place where the doctor’s car was waiting, they would be able to relax a little. 

They finally reached the hospital around 8:30 p.m.  The student missionaries took care of their patient.  This care included bathing him as he had fouled himself and washing his clothes.  They assisted the nurses in attending the patient in any way possible.  They did not sleep the whole night and only later realized that their own wet clothes had dried on their bodies.

By God’s help and guidance, the patient recovered from his illness and was back in Lawatano after three days.  The people in the village couldn’t believe that he was still alive after what he had been through.

The following day, Toto visited the cottage of the student missionaries.  With thanksgiving in his heart he said, “Thanks a lot sir.  How will I pay you?”  With gladness, Golly said, “It is God who helped you, we were just His instruments.”

Arthur S. Maxwell said in THE BIBLE STORIES Vol 8, p 189, “Remember that whatever you do like this out of a love-filled heart is reckoned by Jesus to have been done for Him.  He will never forget the kindness throughout eternity.?”

“What will you do to show that you are really thankful to the Lord?” asked Golly. 

“I will attend Sabbath Services from this time on and help build the school for our children here so they can be educated and be ready when Jesus comes.” was the sincere reply of Toto.

A GERMAN LADY VISITS LAWATANO

by Lowell Limbagan

July, 1996

Miss Gerda, a lady of German origin, was working in Halipitan, doing missionary work among the Manobo villages.  She organized a “Mabum Tulugan From German Friends” in which Manobo people can stay overnight if they have an emergency trip to the town.  She visited many Manobo villages and one day happened to visit Lawatano.  Her task is to visit all the villages in her territory.

When she arrived in Lawatano, she was amazed.  There was a difference in these people.  They seemed to be more educated than the other groups of Manobos that she visited.  The children gathered and sang some songs to welcome the visitor.  She then visited the school and asked some questions about the SULADS program.  She was delighted to know that the MVC SULADS organization has this concern for the Manobo people.  She said, “I’m happy to go back to my country now since there is a program going on in this place which will help educate the Manobo people.”

On July 18, a farewell for Miss Gerda was held and Miss Gerda especially requested the children from the Lawatano singing group to sing at her farewell.  She very much appreciated the lovely songs the children sang for her benefit.  In her farewell address, she mentioned that she felt comfortable leaving as there was a program operated by MVC--the SULADS--which would remain to guide and teach the Manobo people.  Manobos from other villages who witnessed the farewell and heard the remarks of Miss Gerda are now asking for teachers to come to their villages to teach their children also.

The SULADS long to reach all these people who are desiring to know more about Jesus.  We also pray that the songs that were sung to Miss Gerda will cause her to desire to seek Jesus as w

THE KEROSENE FAILED NOT

By Rendy Sebilo

Lapangon Mission School

November 1999

Since all the members of the village Lapangon has been baptized, they meet, young and old, in our front yard to worship each morning and evening.  They are hungry for the truth in their new found faith.  They want to listen and fill their still empty hearts with the Word.

 

Although we meet early each evening before sunset, the hearers are so interested for the study deeper into the God’s word that it gets dark before we end the study.  Therefore, my partner and I purchased a kerosene lamp so we can have enough light for the worship service.  When the kerosene lamp was first lighted, the people were very surprised to see a very bright light making their little nook in the forest so bright.  Their little lamps made of sardine tins produced such a flickering little light that this was amazing to them.

 

Each night, they anxiously await the time to light the kerosene lamp and this magnificent light can illuminate the village and they can listen to the Bible stories from the picture rolls.  They loved that kerosene lamp also because the surrounding villages from quite a distance can see the light shining from Lapangon.  They compare that magnificent light with the light of salvation through Jesus Christ brought by the student missionaries from Mountain View College, The School of the Light. 

The night came when we ran out of kerosene.  We need the light for worship.  We asked about if any one had some kerosene.  Many raised their hands and with any second thoughts, they scampered to their homes and returned with small amounts of kerosene in their little tin lamps.  We poured it all into our kerosene lamp and it was only about half full.  We decided to shorten the worship this night because there was not enough kerosene to go as long as we had been in the nights before.

We had a very interesting and lively worship that evening and forgot all about the shortness of the kerosene supply.  We went far past the 30 minutes which we thought our short supply would take us.  When we finally stopped, we put out the lamp and checked the tank.  It was empty.  That meant that we would have NO kerosene for the next night’s worship.  It is a long ways down to the nearest trader to buy kerosene and we could not spend the valuable time just to obtain that commodity.  

As the time approached for worship, my partner decided to drain what little that might be left in the lamp into the sardine tin so that we could have some little light for the evening.  To his surprise, the tank was full!  He asked me if I had stored some kerosene away for an emergency but I had not.  He commented that this was a miracle.

 

That night, we lighted the lamp again and began worship.  My partner emphasized that our God is a God of miracles.  God provided the kerosene for our worship.  He told the story of the widow and the two boys who borrowed the vessels to fill with oil and the oil failed not until all were filled.  We told the people that this was because of the faith of the widow.  We compared that to the kerosene in our lamp.  The following evening, we inspected the lamp again, and again it was full!  This went on for three nights before we had the opportunity to purchase more kerosene. 

God really did bless our lamp.  He filled it to the brim each evening when we needed it.  He performed the same miracle for us that he did for the faithful widow.

“My dear SULADS,” the chief, Datu Malinas, interrupted during our worship.  “We have seen the miracle shown by the God in heaven before our very own eyes.  We need to be faithful to Him every day!” he emphasized. 

 

“We will be faithful!” the villagers chorused.

 

SEPARATED TO MARRY

By Muriel Lane Dulenas

Lapangon Mission School

March, 2000

 

Maruon is a young man whom everybody admired in Lapangon Mission School.  He can preach and get the audience spell bound.  He can sing beautifully with his quality baritone voice.  He is the leader of the youth in his village.  We student missionaries count on him to handle our level one class.

 

He was one of the first 36 baptized from Lapangon at the SULADS Jamboree 1999 held at Mountain View College.  He was instrumental in bringing his entire family to be baptized.  He gave them Bible studies and taught them the way.  Although he was young, his older brothers looked up to him because of his good decision making ability.  They called him a young datu (chief).  His parents and the village datu are shaping him to become the next generation datu.  What a promising position and honor!

 

Marriage is a Manobo tradition that one can hardly escape.  Mauron was spotted by another datu from a neighboring village to marry his daughter.  The custom is for the father or datu from either the lady’s side or the man’s side to bring a dowry for the purpose of marriage.  This dowry is expensive and it is dangerous to refuse once the dowry is offered.

In this situation, the parents of the girl brought five horses as a dowry.  The only respectful refusal would be to counter with ten horses as a return gift.  The problem was, there was only one horse in the entire village!  Obviously, the wedding was set.  There was no way to refuse without serious repercussions.  To refuse without the ten horses would have led to a bloody war.

 

Mauron did not want to marry yet.  He enjoyed the schooling he was receiving in Lapangon and the opportunity to teach and lead out in the youth activities.  Further, he dreamed of one day studying at Mountain View College and becoming a student missionary himself to his own people through the SULADS program of MVC.  He was frustrated.  

 

He cried and asked for our counsel.  We were helpless.  We could not give counsel that would change the situation without bringing the retaliation of the other village.  If we advised him to escape and they learned that the student missionaries had done so, we would have placed our own lives in danger.  We could only advise Mauron to bring his problem to the Lord in prayer.  He prayed everyday and night asking for a way to escape the plan.  Each day brought him closer to the wedding day.

We noticed that he was no longer the happy young man he had been.  Each evening, he would face the sinking sun and crying because he could not prevent the sun from setting and bringing him one day closer to the wedding.

The wedding day arrived.  Everyone in the village went with Mauron to the next village to meet the bride.  Each one brought something to be given as a part of the dowry according to tradition.  The wedding was successful in bringing the two villages closer together.  After the wedding, Mauron’s family and friends went back to Lapangon but Mauron was left with his new wife in her village.

Life was no longer the same in Lapangon.  Everyone felt the absence of Mauron.  His advice to his brothers and sisters was missed.  His good sermons and the beautiful singing was no longer brightening the day.  His parents wiped away their tears the first three nights when we visited them.

 

Life was not bright for Mauron and his new wife either.  The fact was, he had never met this young lady before.  He was forced to marry her.  He badly missed the morning and evening worship back in Lapangon.

 “I cannot stand this any longer,” he said.  “I must do something.  I think I should be a missionary to this village.  Since I am already married and there is no turning back, I must make my life here bright.  I should be a shining light to my new wife and her people.”

With that, Mauron started to sing the Manobo songs that had been translated by the student missionaries.  These songs penetrated the hearts of his parents-in-law.  He began gathering the children and told them stories from the Bible.  He taught them children’s songs.  His wife learned fast also.  Now Mauron was happy again.  He was now a missionary even though he has not yet studied at MVC.

The father of the bride was happy for Mauron because he observed that he had learned to love his new wife.  The father is now requesting SULADS student missionaries to come to his village and educate his people. 

Will you help us by sending a donation to provide two new teachers for this new village?  We pray that the Lord will guide you in your decision.

Mark your donations for MVC SULADS and send them to:

                AWESNA
                2417 S. Azusa Ave
                West Covina, CA 91792

THANK YOU!!!

Let's Make This Into A Church

By Romel Mansaloon

Lapangon Mission School

 Lapangon Mission School is a newly opened school. For long years the SULADS studied on how to

penetrate this warlike blood thirsty tribe of the Matig Langilan Manobos. This tribe is the most feared of by other Manobos. 

During the survey of the MVC SULADS campus missionaries to this village, they nearly lost their lives. Warriors just sprang up from the bush where they were deploying ready to fly their arrows and throw their spears. God and His Angels were just around during that time to calm them down.  Wonder of all

wonders, they too cannot believe their eyes why they can't just fly their arrows and spears, and they

became friends.

 

My experience in Lapangon with my partner Novo is the most thrilling one. Even if we are Manobos

ourselves they seem to be strangers because we grew up in a Mission School community, it is in Lapangon where I learned more of our primitive life style.

 

Within weeks we were so loved by the village people because we adjusted with them. Sleep with them, eat with them, tell them stories, and work with them. School is very interesting. Everybody in the village from kids to adults want to learn to read and write. The chief too would want to learn. In his kingly command he said, "all must join the work to build our school." In 5 days a two room school was built from round timbers and barks of trees. Timbers were used for pillars and braces and the barks were used for walling and roofing.

 

Then came the big day of the first formal class. All of the children and parents are in level one. The

school was divided into two. Children go together in one classroom and adults in the other room. Children and parents exchange paper when they reach home and compare their work. Mostly parents obviously hide their paper from their children.

The SULADS JAMBOREE was the most awaited time of the year. This is the time when all Mission

Schools of the SULADS come together to show their talents the teachers taught them. The grand parade was colorful. Delegates were in their respective native attire. The week was full of different joyous activities. 

The grand day was the Sabbath worship. Fifty seven voice choir ring through the air from children from different Mission Schools. Elder Paterno Diaz, South Philippines Union President was the divine worship speaker. It was their first time to hear such a message especially our chief Datu Malinas. It was stressed in the sermon of elder Diaz that we are all the same in the sight of God. We are  brothers as His children with no discrimination of races.  That moved him most The last day of the Jamboree brought joy especially to the Lapangon delegation - that in a surprise they were pronounced champion of ALL SULADS JAMBOREE '98 for their excellent performance and participation.

 

The chief "Datu Malinas" who was with the delegation was moved by this first time experience. Showing their trophy as Champion upon reaching home, he said strongly to his people, "We need to worship our teachers’ God. I have found a new kind of joy in life. I experienced this during the SULADS jamboree. Pointing to the 2 room school building he said..:` Let's make this into a church". We can just make another building for a school. As the missionary assigned to this village I know this new church won't last long. We need a better church built from good materials. 

You are very comfortable in your beautiful church. I hope you can share some of your comforts with us.

Thank you and God will bless you more abundantly.

REGISTERED IN HEAVEN

By Daryl F. Famisaran

September 1999

 

“My name is already registered in heaven!” Datu Malinas answered as Pastor Edgar Lloren stretched out his hand inviting the chief to come to the water for baptism.  “I just made it sure that my people are baptized first,”  he stressed.  “My assignment now is to get other chiefs in the other villages around to join me in the new-found faith of my village.  Then all of us tribal leaders will request you to baptize us in the next batch.” 

Datu Malinas was a notorious killer.  He was the head of the headhunters who mercilessly killed anybody who crossed their way when they were out to kill.  His tribe called the Matiglangilan is the most feared among the Manobos.

I recall when I was a student missionary in 1980 that whenever the Matiglangilan was seen, the children would run for their lives.  The parents always reminded the children that the Matiglangilan do not want to be stared at or laughed at.  These actions might be enough to stir the anger of the Matiglangilan enough to kill an individual right there and then.  The Matiglangilan are easily recognized by their style of headdress.  The men always carried with them their sharp bolo knife designed to cut a person’s neck.

When the SULADS sent the survey team to this village, they nearly lost their lives.  Head hunters sprung from the bush and surprised the survey team as they cooked their lunch near a stream.  It was fortunate that the team leader was a Manobo and he faced the ready-to-strike killers.  The other members of the survey team were instant in prayer to the Lord.  The team leader explained that he is also a Manobo—the son of a datu.  He was leading a team to survey the possible school in their village.  The warriors were convinced and dropped their bolos.  The survey team offered food to the curious and astonished killers.  The killers ate quickly and left.

Upon arrival in the village, the survey team found it apparently deserted.  No one was in sight.  They then noticed curious investigating eyes peering through the slits of the walls.  Behind those split bamboo walls the villagers clutched their spears and arrows ready to strike at the sound of the alarm from their datu (chief).  The datu revealed later that they were very curious what these intruders wanted in their village.

The team leader talked with the datu.  The talk proved effective as the datu called out a bit later and the people of the village materialized from their homes and crowded around the visitors.  At the datu’s command, the people welcomed the visitors.

Student missionaries assigned to the village of Lapangon did their job well.  The first baptism of 35 was March, 1999.  The second baptism of 65 was in August, 1999.  The third baptism is scheduled for the third week of September, 1999.  This time the datu, true to his word, will be baptized together with the tribal leaders from the surrounding villages.

As the time approaches for this baptism, please remember them in prayer.  Also remember that five villages surrounding Lapangon are requesting student missionaries to come to their villages also to teach them the good news of salvation.  We have the missionaries—we need the funds.

One hundred dollars a month will keep a student missionary in the field and will also pay for a month of scholarship for the student upon completion of his/her service in the mountain.  Statistics indicate that $100 will win one and a half souls. 

Mark your contributions for MVC SULADS and send it to:

Adventist Mission Society of America
2411 S. Azusa Ave.
West Covina, CA 91792
The SULADS say, “THANK YOU”.

SACRAFICIAL SUBSTITUTE

By Fred L. Webb

June, 2000

The SULADS have heard the roar of the lion again as he walks about seeking whom he may devour.

In several of the stories in the past, you may have read of the great success that has been won for the Lord in the village of Lapangon.  It was there that they made the caraw to keep track of when Sabbath comes.  It was in Lapangon that the datu postponed his own baptism until others could join him.  It was in Lapangon that the warrior was baptized while still wearing his bolo (knife) because it was “bloody and needed to be washed”.  It was Lapangon where anyone coming to the village must listen to the children sing and hear the story of Jesus.  It was in Lapangon that they needed a new church and set about to build it.

It was during the building of this church that the current story had its roots.  There was a need of a carpenter to assist in the construction of this church.  One of the SULADS in the village called for her grandfather, a Seventh-day Adventist from nearby San Fernando to come and help them build.  He responded and while there became acquainted with a 12-year-old girl we will call Mary. He requested Mary to come to his home in San Fernando to provide help in his household.  Mary went with him.

About a month later, Mary reported to the SULADS working in her home village of Lapangon that the carpenter had molested here repeatedly.  Quickly and quietly, the SULADS brought Mary down to MVC to protect Mary from both the family of the carpenter and her own villagers.  The SULADS also came to seek advice on what to do.  It was decided that the first thing needed was a doctor’s evaluation of whether there was physical evidence of rape.  Upon submission to the examination of a gynecologist, it was determined that there was physical evidence.  Armed with this information, Mary was taken to the police station in Valencia to report the incident.  There the police told Mary and the SULADS that since the incident took place in the township of San Fernando, they would have to report to the police in San Fernando. 

Off to San Fernando, the group went to the police station there.  The report was taken.  By the time the police went to arrest the carpenter, he had left town.  Some speculate that the carpenter was tipped off and was able to make his escape.  At this point, the granddaughter who was a SULAD in the village discovered that her own family were upset with her for reporting her own grandfather and that she should flee for her life.  She left Mary at MVC and fled for cover. 

By this time, the leadership of the village learned of the rape.  They were furious.  According to their tribal “law”, four people should die—the alleged rapist, the victim, and the two SULADS who had been responsible for the carpenter being in the village.  Daryl Famisaran dispatched Romel Mansaloon, himself a Manobo and at the same time the SULAD that had first started the work in Lapangon, to Lapangon to try to placate the villagers.  After some very heated discussions, Romel was able to persuade the villagers that since they were now baptized Seventh-day Adventists and followed Jesus, they needed to learn Jesus’ methods of dealing with problems.  The killing of these four people in revenge would not bring back the purity of Mary.  Finally, Romel was successful in getting the assistant datu to come down to MVC to talk with Daryl Famisaran.

Upon his arrival with three other warriors, discussions began.  The datu demanded payment of P20,000 plus a cow to prevent killing.  After much negotiation, the datu was persuaded to accept only the cow if the SULADS would see that the rapist was brought to justice which could very well mean death by lethal injection if found guilty.  The cow would be taken to the village.  On a given day which was to be on Thursday, June 22, 2000, there would be a ceremony in the village where each villager would in turn beat the cow until eventually the cow died.  In this way, the cow was the sacrificial substitute for the lives of those who would have been killed. 

 

Some have asked, “If these villagers are now baptized Seventh-day Adventists, why did they still intend to kill other humans?” 

My response to this is, Satan was attempting to return the village to its former viscous and bloodthirsty ways.  God used this trial to provide a means for the next step in the sanctification of the villagers.  Now that the villagers have learned that there is another way to deal with a criminal, perhaps it will be easier next time to solve their problems in a peaceful manner rather than shedding blood. 

This is also a good illustration to the villagers of the sacrifice Jesus made for us as sinners.  We are guilty.  But instead of God seeking revenge, he provided a sacrifice to substitute for our rightful death from our commission of sin.  Jesus is our Sacrificial Substitute. 

Pray that these villagers will learn from this sacrifice and will continue to progress in their own personal sanctification process.  Pray that they will become more like Jesus every day so that in the judgment, Jesus will be able to plead His blood to pay for their sins.  Also pray that the alleged rapist will be brought to justice so that the Manobo villagers will know that the SULADS have kept their word.  This seems to be a test of the integrity of the SULADS in the eyes of the Manobo.  May God’s name be honored.

PRAISE GOD WE LOST OUR WA Y

By Ann Requillo

With a thud half of my right leg got buried in the mud. I struggled to get free but failed. I was really
caught unaware because I was not expecting that the ground was soft since it look hard already. Ma'am Sha came to the rescue. Yet I still had to get my sandal out because it got stuck under the pool of mud and
didn't came along when I was pulled out. It was only one of the exciting incidents I had on my way to the newly opened mission school of the SULADS.

One day a student missionary - friend of mine invited me to go with them to Lapangon Mission School and assist in the free clinic that will be conducted by a group of Koreans. I gladly accepted the invitation and tried to make the necessary preparations. I was told that the natives of this mission school were still

half civilized. I also heard that the team who surveyed and made the negotiation of putting up a mission school in that area, a couple months ago, was attacked by some natives from another village on their way to see the Chief Datu of Lapangon

The clear blue sky and the scorching hot sun accompanied us on our hike. Seldom do I spend almost 8 hours of a day hiking on an adventurous trail. Along the way I encountered various small creatures that welcome us to the jungle, with some eager to enter my eyes and ears. I tried to concentrate with my hike and at the same time protect myself from those tiny harmful creatures!

 

A cold shiver run through my spine not because of the thought that uncivilized native might suddenly

attack us, in defense of their territory, but because of the sight of the trail I was about to pass. I paused for a minute and tried to figure out what to do. A landslide had ruined the normal track and a narrow way, which allowed only one foot at a time, served as the footpath. On one side was a wall of soil and on the other was a step slope. There really was nothing for me to hold on at the moment except for the promise in Isaiah 41:10. I cautiously walked on until I reached the other side. There was a time when a trail required me to sit in order to go down and another caused my knee and chin to come in contact when gong up. It was that adventurous.

Just a couple of hours from our starting point we came into a junction of two roads. Three of our companions, who were with the survey team and now were our guides, argued as to where the right trail was. They got confused. We waited while one of them checked the left trail and the other two checked on the right. They finally agreed that it was the right trail and so there we proceeded. It was only then that the three of them realized that we were passing the long trail. The guides failed to lead us to the short cut. We should have covered a few more kilometers if only we were able to pass by the short cut. Anyway, we all decided to pass there on our way home.

After hopping from one stone to another in several streams and passing through slippery and muddy trails, I heard that familiar sound of the "Bangkakaw", the native's dance that served as their welcome to visitors. Some of my companions had arrived already. I increased my pace. I was already eager to get there. At last I saw the village on a plain below the mountain I was standing. When I finally got there r saw the '' people standing outside their homes looking at the new arrivals. Some of the natives smiled when I shook their hands while others merely stared.  I noticed most of the natives, both young and old, had dark-colored teeth. Later, I learned that it was an effect of their habit of chewing betel nuts. I also saw a number of half naked women carrying their fully naked babies. It was such a sight!

The next day I helped in the free clinic. One elderly lady had an air gun bullet in her right shoulder for about seven years already and our Korean Medical Team took it out within approximately seven minutes.

Most of the cases we met were that of malnutrition, coughs, colds, and wounds. The natives said they are not surprised of the big tummies of their children since they rely on "Kasilo" (sweet potatoes) every meal time. Well, they thought those sweet potatoes caused the bulging of their children’s stomachs. The natives rarely take a bath in the river located just a few meters from their village, and if they take a bath they do it without any soap. Seldom do they have soap in their homes. Eating rice is also a great privilege for these natives. When they have the privilege they feel very honored.

 

On that same day I also assisted in the branch Sabbath school. The children listened eagerly to every story given and to every song and finger play taught. Each of the parts were translated either from English to Manobo or from Cebuano to Manobo. 

The peaceful village of Lapangon was filled with laughter as it had its very first socials that evening. I enjoyed playing with the kids although at the start I had a hard time communicating to them the mechanics of each game. As soon as they got the instruction they also cooperated and had fun. It was a splendid evening! Data Malinas - the chief datu in that village and the rest of the natives of Lapangon gave a number of chicken as a token of gratitude for the goodness the group brought to their village. At the break of dawn the group prepared for home. At that time I felt bad of leaving Lapangon with very little help I had extended. I wish I could stay longer. We were already a few meters away from the village when I heard a strange story from my companions... The very day we climbed up to Lapangon a group of natives from another tribe were posting at the short cut we failed to pass. They would kill anybody who would pass the area. It has been their belief and culture, and our group doesn't know about it. A meaningful phrase came out from each of our hearts - PRAISE GOD WE LOST OUR WAY!

THE KEROSENE FAILED NOT

By Rendy Sebilo

Lapangon Mission School

November 1999

Since all the members of the village Lapangon has been baptized, they meet, young and old, in our front yard to worship each morning and evening.  They are hungry for the truth in their new found faith.  They want to listen and fill their still empty hearts with the Word.

Although we meet early each evening before sunset, the hearers are so interested for the study deeper into the God’s word that it gets dark before we end the study.  Therefore, my partner and I purchased a kerosene lamp so we can have enough light for the worship service.  When the kerosene lamp was first lighted, the people were very surprised to see a very bright light making their little nook in the forest so bright.  Their little lamps made of sardine tins produced such a flickering little light that this was amazing to them.

Each night, they anxiously await the time to light the kerosene lamp and this magnificent light can illuminate the village and they can listen to the Bible stories from the picture rolls.  They loved that kerosene lamp also because the surrounding villages from quite a distance can see the light shining from Lapangon.  They compare that magnificent light with the light of salvation through Jesus Christ brought by the student missionaries from Mountain View College, The School of the Light. 

The night came when we ran out of kerosene.  We need the light for worship.  We asked about if any one had some kerosene.  Many raised their hands and with any second thoughts, they scampered to their homes and returned with small amounts of kerosene in their little tin lamps.  We poured it all into our kerosene lamp and it was only about half full.  We decided to shorten the worship this night because there was not enough kerosene to go as long as we had been in the nights before.

We had a very interesting and lively worship that evening and forgot all about the shortness of the kerosene supply.  We went far past the 30 minutes which we thought our short supply would take us.  When we finally stopped, we put out the lamp and checked the tank.  It was empty.  That meant that we would have NO kerosene for the next night’s worship.  It is a long ways down to the nearest trader to buy kerosene and we could not spend the valuable time just to obtain that commodity.  

 

As the time approached for worship, my partner decided to drain what little that might be left in the lamp into the sardine tin so that we could have some little light for the evening.  To his surprise, the tank was full!  He asked me if I had stored some kerosene away for an emergency but I had not.  He commented that this was a miracle.

That night, we lighted the lamp again and began worship.  My partner emphasized that our God is a God of miracles.  God provided the kerosene for our worship.  He told the story of the widow and the two boys who borrowed the vessels to fill with oil and the oil failed not until all were filled.  We told the people that this was because of the faith of the widow.  We compared that to the kerosene in our lamp.  The following evening, we inspected the lamp again, and again it was full!  This went on for three nights before we had the opportunity to purchase more kerosene. 

God really did bless our lamp.  He filled it to the brim each evening when we needed it.  He performed the same miracle for us that he did for the faithful widow.

“My dear SULADS,” the chief, Datu Malinas, interrupted during our worship.  “We have seen the miracle shown by the God in heaven before our very own eyes.  We need to be faithful to Him every day!” he emphasized. 

“We will be faithful!” the villagers chorused.

SEPARATED TO MARRY

By Muriel Lane Dulenas

Lapangon Mission School

March, 2000

 

Maruon is a young man whom everybody admired in Lapangon Mission School.  He can preach and get the audience spell bound.  He can sing beautifully with his quality baritone voice.  He is the leader of the youth in his village.  We student missionaries count on him to handle our level one class.

 

He was one of the first 36 baptized from Lapangon at the SULADS Jamboree 1999 held at Mountain View College.  He was instrumental in bringing his entire family to be baptized.  He gave them Bible studies and taught them the way.  Although he was young, his older brothers looked up to him because of his good decision making ability.  They called him a young datu (chief).  His parents and the village datu are shaping him to become the next generation datu.  What a promising position and honor!

Marriage is a Manobo tradition that one can hardly escape.  Mauron was spotted by another datu from a neighboring village to marry his daughter.  The custom is for the father or datu from either the lady’s side or the man’s side to bring a dowry for the purpose of marriage.  This dowry is expensive and it is dangerous to refuse once the dowry is offered.

In this situation, the parents of the girl brought five horses as a dowry.  The only respectful refusal would be to counter with ten horses as a return gift.  The problem was, there was only one horse in the entire village!  Obviously, the wedding was set.  There was no way to refuse without serious repercussions.  To refuse without the ten horses would have led to a bloody war.

Mauron did not want to marry yet.  He enjoyed the schooling he was receiving in Lapangon and the opportunity to teach and lead out in the youth activities.  Further, he dreamed of one day studying at Mountain View College and becoming a student missionary himself to his own people through the SULADS program of MVC.  He was frustrated. 

He cried and asked for our counsel.  We were helpless.  We could not give counsel that would change the situation without bringing the retaliation of the other village.  If we advised him to escape and they learned that the student missionaries had done so, we would have placed our own lives in danger.  We could only advise Mauron to bring his problem to the Lord in prayer.  He prayed everyday and night asking for a way to escape the plan.  Each day brought him closer to the wedding day.

We noticed that he was no longer the happy young man he had been.  Each evening, he would face the sinking sun and crying because he could not prevent the sun from setting and bringing him one day closer to the wedding.

The wedding day arrived.  Everyone in the village went with Mauron to the next village to meet the bride.  Each one brought something to be given as a part of the dowry according to tradition.  The wedding was successful in bringing the two villages closer together.  After the wedding, Mauron’s family and friends went back to Lapangon but Mauron was left with his new wife in her village.

Life was no longer the same in Lapangon.  Everyone felt the absence of Mauron.  His advice to his brothers and sisters was missed.  His good sermons and the beautiful singing was no longer brightening the day.  His parents wiped away their tears the first three nights when we visited them.

Life was not bright for Mauron and his new wife either.  The fact was, he had never met this young lady before.  He was forced to marry her.  He badly missed the morning and evening worship back in Lapangon.

“I cannot stand this any longer,” he said.  “I must do something.  I think I should be a missionary to this village.  Since I am already married and there is no turning back, I must make my life here bright.  I should be a shining light to my new wife and her people.”

With that, Mauron started to sing the Manobo songs that had been translated by the student missionaries.  These songs penetrated the hearts of his parents-in-law.  He began gathering the children and told them stories from the Bible.  He taught them children’s songs.  His wife learned fast also.  Now Mauron was happy again.  He was now a missionary even though he has not yet studied at MVC.

The father of the bride was happy for Mauron because he observed that he had learned to love his new wife.  The father is now requesting SULADS student missionaries to come to his village and educate his people. 

Will you help us by sending a donation to provide two new teachers for this new village?  We pray that the Lord will guide you in your decision.

Mark your donations for MVC SULADS and send them to:

                AWESNA

                2417 S. Azusa Ave

                West Covina, CA 91792

THANK YOU!!!

Let's Make This Into A Church

By Romel Mansaloon

Lapangon Mission School

 

Lapangon Mission School is a newly opened school. For long years the SULADS studied on how to

penetrate this warlike blood thirsty tribe of the Matig Langilan Manobos. This tribe is the most feared of by other Manobos.

During the survey of the MVC SULADS campus missionaries to this village, they nearly lost their lives.

 

Warriors just sprang up from the bush where they were deploying ready to fly their arrows and throw their spears. God and His Angels were just around during that time to calm them down.  Wonder of all
wonders, they too cannot believe their eyes why they can't just fly their arrows and spears, and they
became friends.

 

My experience in Lapangon with my partner Novo is the most thrilling one. Even if we are Manobos

ourselves they seem to be strangers because we grew up in a Mission School community, it is in Lapangon where I learned more of our primitive life style.

Within weeks we were so loved by the village people because we adjusted with them. Sleep with them, eat with them, tell them stories, and work with them. School is very interesting. Everybody in the village from kids to adults want to learn to read and write. The chief too would want to learn. In his kingly command he said, "all must join the work to build our school." In 5 days a two room school was built from round timbers and barks of trees. Timbers were used for pillars and braces and the barks were used for walling and roofing.

 

Then came the big day of the first formal class. All of the children and parents are in level one. The

school was divided into two. Children go together in one classroom and adults in the other room. Children and parents exchange paper when they reach home and compare their work. Mostly parents obviously hide their paper from their children.

 The SULADS JAMBOREE was the most awaited time of the year. This is the time when all Mission

Schools of the SULADS come together to show their talents the teachers taught them. The grand parade was colorful. Delegates were in their respective native attire. The week was full of different joyous activities.

 

The grand day was the Sabbath worship. Fifty seven voice choir ring through the air from children from different Mission Schools. Elder Paterno Diaz, South Philippines Union President was the divine worship speaker. It was their first time to hear such a message especially our chief Datu Malinas. It was stressed in the sermon of elder Diaz that we are all the same in the sight of God. We are  brothers as His children with no discrimination of races.  That moved him most

The last day of the Jamboree brought joy especially to the Lapangon delegation - that in a surprise they were pronounced champion of ALL SULADS JAMBOREE '98 for their excellent performance and participation. 

The chief "Datu Malinas" who was with the delegation was moved by this first time experience. Showing their trophy as Champion upon reaching home, he said strongly to his people, "We need to worship our teachers’ God. I have found a new kind of joy in life. I experienced this during the SULADS jamboree. Pointing to the 2 room school building he said..:` Let's make this into a church". We can just make another building for a school. As the missionary assigned to this village I know this new church won't last long. We need a better church built from good materials.

You are very comfortable in your beautiful church. I hope you can share some of your comforts with us.

Thank you and God will bless you more abundantly.

SACRAFICIAL SUBSTITUTE

By Fred L. Webb

June, 2000

The SULADS have heard the roar of the lion again as he walks about seeking whom he may devour.

 

In several of the stories in the past, you may have read of the great success that has been won for the Lord in the village of Lapangon.  It was there that they made the caraw to keep track of when Sabbath comes.  It was in Lapangon that the datu postponed his own baptism until others could join him.  It was in Lapangon that the warrior was baptized while still wearing his bolo (knife) because it was “bloody and needed to be washed”.  It was Lapangon where anyone coming to the village must listen to the children sing and hear the story of Jesus.  It was in Lapangon that they needed a new church and set about to build it.

It was during the building of this church that the current story had its roots.  There was a need of a carpenter to assist in the construction of this church.  One of the SULADS in the village called for her grandfather, a Seventh-day Adventist from nearby San Fernando to come and help them build.  He responded and while there became acquainted with a 12-year-old girl we will call Mary. He requested Mary to come to his home in San Fernando to provide help in his household.  Mary went with him.

About a month later, Mary reported to the SULADS working in her home village of Lapangon that the carpenter had molested here repeatedly.  Quickly and quietly, the SULADS brought Mary down to MVC to protect Mary from both the family of the carpenter and her own villagers.  The SULADS also came to seek advice on what to do.  It was decided that the first thing needed was a doctor’s evaluation of whether there was physical evidence of rape.  Upon submission to the examination of a gynecologist, it was determined that there was physical evidence.  Armed with this information, Mary was taken to the police station in Valencia to report the incident.  There the police told Mary and the SULADS that since the incident took place in the township of San Fernando, they would have to report to the police in San Fernando. 

 

Off to San Fernando, the group went to the police station there.  The report was taken.  By the time the police went to arrest the carpenter, he had left town.  Some speculate that the carpenter was tipped off and was able to make his escape.  At this point, the granddaughter who was a SULAD in the village discovered that her own family were upset with her for reporting her own grandfather and that she should flee for her life.  She left Mary at MVC and fled for cover. 

 

By this time, the leadership of the village learned of the rape.  They were furious.  According to their tribal “law”, four people should die—the alleged rapist, the victim, and the two SULADS who had been responsible for the carpenter being in the village.  Daryl Famisaran dispatched Romel Mansaloon, himself a Manobo and at the same time the SULAD that had first started the work in Lapangon, to Lapangon to try to placate the villagers.  After some very heated discussions, Romel was able to persuade the villagers that since they were now baptized Seventh-day Adventists and followed Jesus, they needed to learn Jesus’ methods of dealing with problems.  The killing of these four people in revenge would not bring back the purity of Mary.  Finally, Romel was successful in getting the assistant datu to come down to MVC to talk with Daryl Famisaran.

Upon his arrival with three other warriors, discussions began.  The datu demanded payment of P20,000 plus a cow to prevent killing.  After much negotiation, the datu was persuaded to accept only the cow if the SULADS would see that the rapist was brought to justice which could very well mean death by lethal injection if found guilty.  The cow would be taken to the village.  On a given day which was to be on Thursday, June 22, 2000, there would be a ceremony in the village where each villager would in turn beat the cow until eventually the cow died.  In this way, the cow was the sacrificial substitute for the lives of those who would have been killed. 

Some have asked, “If these villagers are now baptized Seventh-day Adventists, why did they still intend to kill other humans?” 

 

My response to this is, Satan was attempting to return the village to its former viscous and bloodthirsty ways.  God used this trial to provide a means for the next step in the sanctification of the villagers.  Now that the villagers have learned that there is another way to deal with a criminal, perhaps it will be easier next time to solve their problems in a peaceful manner rather than shedding blood. 

This is also a good illustration to the villagers of the sacrifice Jesus made for us as sinners.  We are guilty.  But instead of God seeking revenge, he provided a sacrifice to substitute for our rightful death from our commission of sin.  Jesus is our Sacrificial Substitute. 

Pray that these villagers will learn from this sacrifice and will continue to progress in their own personal sanctification process.  Pray that they will become more like Jesus every day so that in the judgment, Jesus will be able to plead His blood to pay for their sins.  Also pray that the alleged rapist will be brought to justice so that the Manobo villagers will know that the SULADS have kept their word.  This seems to be a test of the integrity of the SULADS in the eyes of the Manobo.  May God’s name be honored.