Update from SE Asia
Hello Everyone! Disclaimer: some of the vocab has been changed for safety purposes, if the spelling is butchered- use your imagination!
I know this letter has taken forever, sorry! Internet access is rare, and even now that we’ve found it its impossibly slow! Ok, so I’ve been here for two weeks and I’ve already experienced so much. I’ve been to an Indonesian fellowship, eaten a ton of spicy food including a chicken foot, stayed in a Mussalem home alone one night, hiked to a waterfall, hiked to what used to be a volcano and swam in its massive crater lake, been on a pig hunt!, taken a lot of dipper baths as showers, and have seen a lot of lost people. It’s hot here, and the work is hard. The fruit of our labor here will never been known about until we get to heaven. We’ve driven all over the island of Sumatra not without car sickness, and all of us have been suffering in the intestinal region as our bodies adjust to the crazy diet. I’m already a little sick of rice! haha. Ok I wish I had time to say more, but we’ve got a 10 hour bus ride today, and it’s time to go. But I’m having so much fun and I love you all!!
Ashley (on behalf of the Kantoli Team)
What is an unreached people group?
An unreached people group is a group of people who have little or no access to the gospel. The population of Christ-followers is 2% or less of the population. In a number of locations, there are still no known believers in the entire area or island. One Edger writes about her experience:
“As I went prayer walking through cities with zero believers out of populations of hundreds of thousands of people. Walking through the center of the city and realinz that out of the 100 or 200 people there might be one believer among them tugged at my heart.”
“Looking at those faces around me, I realized that these were unreached people, right next to me, around me, beside me. I remember one city that was particularly dark, and just wanting to run through the city streets shouting the name of Jesus as I walked past storefronts with red lights signifying prostitution. I had never experienced such an unreached place before, and it simply didn’t make any sense for me to live away from those people any longer. It was that summer I knew that the redemption of the world didn’t just require short term commitment – God didn’t just want two months of my summer; He wanted my entire life.” |
