Tuesday, September 11, 2012

THE BIG TEST
By: Hilton Almocera
Kamansi Mission School
September, 2000

 It was reporting time.  My partner went to Mountain View College.  It was my first time to be alone in the mission school.  Kamansi  Mission School is just a year old and the people still live in their primitive animistic life.  So, I anticipated a big test at any time.  “Lord, please give me strength and wisdom on what to do whatever might happen in the village, I prayed.”

It was already 10:15 that Saturday evening.  The moon was shining bright.  I was about to sleep when heard a call.  “What is it?”  I asked.  Something seemed wrong and urgent. I can’t understand their language yet, but the whole village is awakened now.  The call for help came from a nearby hill some 500 meters away. 

And then… “Sir!”  Somebody called.  “May I borrow your hammock?”

“What’s the matter?”  I asked.

 “Somebody had a miscarriage, and she’s bleeding so badly,” the youth leader said.  I handed him my string hammock and he left.

I put on my short pants, my boots, and my jacket.  I went directly to the village leader’s house.  There I saw the patient in a pool of blood.  I doubted if she could reach the hospital alive.  I observed the ladies desperately applying herbal medicines.  They were using anything they could grab from anywhere.  Gentlemen were busy making a kerosene torch and an improvised stretcher using my hammock.

The cool breeze worsened the patient’s situation.  I saw that the family was too poor to buy a blanket so I offered my sleeping bag to keep her warm.  When everything was fixed and ready to go, I suggested that we pray first.  I prayed that God would preserve the life of the patient, and keep us safe in our night walk.  Then we started our hike carrying the patient.  We took turns to keep us moving.  The steep rocky trail made it more difficult and dangerous.  Then we crossed the river.  The slippery stones and the waist deep water scared our patient.  “Don’t you worry,” I encouraged her.  “You are on safe hands.  The Lord will take care of you, and I’m praying for you.”

“Your turn sir”, somebody asked to be relieved.  So I took it.  Many times I hurt my feet because of the big slippery stones.  We were tired but we reached Kawali safely.  Kawali is the next village from Kamansi  where the patient’s parents are living.  The hospital is 15 kilometers farther on.  There are more rivers to cross when we continue our hike.  So, the parents suggested that we should stay there for the night, and look for a cart ride first thing in the morning.

Their house was too small for all of us.  So some of us decided to go back to Kamansi that night.  But before we left, I offered again a special prayer for the patient.  “Lord, our trusted Great Physician, I am pleading that you heal her, in Jesus’ name… amen.”  We left.  On the way, I was praying in my heart that He would heal her.  We reached the village of Kamansi at 2:45 in the morning. I was exhausted and went to sleep. 

It was already seven in the morning, when I woke up.  I did not hold class for the adults that morning because I was so tired.  At around 2 o’clock in the afternoon the husband of the patient came to the cottage informing me that his wife’s condition had gotten worse.  I was not able to ask why they did not bring her to the hospital that morning.  I assured him that I would be willing to help in whatever way I can.  “Lord,” I prayed again.  “Please heal her.”  The husband asked me to go with them to the hospital.

On the way, I prayed again that God would perform a miracle by touching her with His healing hand.  It was already 5:00 p.m. when we reached Kawali.  To my surprise, I saw the patient walking in the yard.  “You’re well!”  I greeted her with a smile. 

“Yes Sir, I’m well.  It was a miracle.”  The father of the patient, who is a Catholic animist, shook my hands and said, “THANK YOU MAESTRO (TEACHER) for your prayers.  You’re God is GOD!”

Dear Friends, please pray for us, as we continue to challenge the meeting of the spiritual needs of these people.  If you have questions about any part of this work, please send you questions to :

Dr. Fred L. Webb at  flwebb@mlbly.philcom.com.ph   or  Daryl F. Famisaran at dffamisaran@yahoo.com

Our SULADS MISSION is to “reach the unreached” who are especially the unserved indigenous tribes of Mindanao by providing them non-formal education which helps alleviate illiteracy, poverty, diseases and promote social awareness, yet give due respect to their traditions, beliefs, customs, aspirations and interest so that they may see the richness and the beauty of their cultural heritage and their whole life.
If you would like to become involved in the work, you may mark your donation to:
SULADS
           C/O AWESNA 
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          West Covina, CA 91792

Note: Donations from the United States of America may receive a tax deductible receipt if sent thru this address. If are outside USA and wish to be a sending missionary direct to SULADS please address to:
 
SULADS
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Mountain View College             
8709 Valencia
Bukidnon, Philippines

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