My First Month
at Dampaan Mission School
by Nelson Decina
November 1996
I didn’t listen to what they were saying. All I needed to do was to think of doing
missionary work. I packed my things and
prepared for my departure. When I left
MVC, I always prayed to God about what might happen in my future. I prayed for my protection. When my companion and I reached Laligan, some
people told us that it is better that we should take a ride on a motorcycle
with boards down each side called a habal-habal. For me it is quite interesting because it was
my first time to see that kind of vehicle.
When the motorcycle started to run, I was afraid because we were riding
beside the driver, not at the back of the motorcycle. I was thinking that I was going to die now
because of the rugged road and the big stones in the road.
When we were about to reach Bulacao, a very heavy rain began
to fall. We became very wet as well as
our bags. I prayed to the Lord that He
will guide us and will give us hope, courage, and faith to continue. It was about 2:00 p.m. when we reached
Dampaan. There, I met Datu Tibalawan and
the rest of the villagers. I saw people
who were smiling and friendly and so happy.
I was very impressed with the love shown to me.
The next morning, a mother came to our cottage and informed
us that her husband has a wound. We
visited the house and when I looked at it, the wound was still bleeding. I stopped the bleeding by touching the
pressure point. I applied medicine,
dressed the wound, and prayed.
Then, I understood what the work of the missionary was. Every day we are so happy. We enjoy working with the students. Every Sabbath we have a ministerial seminar reaching out to
some of the neighboring villages. We
sing songs and encourage those who have backslidden from their religious
convictions.
Pray that I will be faithful and fulfill the mission for
which I have been dedicated.
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