August 2012 – From Heathendom to Christianity
Being brought up in a Christian home where separation from the world was a pronounced theme I missed a lot of western heathendom hence jungle heathendom and the evil presence that pervaded these practices profoundly impacted me.
I was just a 21 years old single guy when I went to Papua New Guinea as a missionary and remember my curious ventures that perhaps I would have been better to avoid.
I visited a large village that was notorious for its heathen initiation practices. It was during a period of cultural festivity that I, with trepidation, ventured into a darkened heathen arena and saw for myself a cruel practice that left an indelible memory. Foolhardily, I wanted to subjectively immerse myself into the culture, thinking of the people to whom I was called to minister the Gospel.
I had been told about a large initiation ceremony that was about to take place in the village of Apangai near Maprik.Hundreds of tribal warriors were gathering. Some travelled from surrounding villages to witness what to them, no doubt ,was an important tribal event.
I was about to witness the cruel and crude practice of the initiation of young teenage boys and men into their manhood and the ultimate viewing of the “Gwaldu” (spirit entity) of the Tamberan cult.
Little did I realize at the time the true significance of this event, nor did I fully appreciate the demonic power, fear and spiritual influence that surrounded the whole event. However, I was determined to make myself acquainted with these people, for I had come to minister life to them and not death, joy and not sorrow, peace and not war, love and not fear.
As a Christian missionary I had come to bring Christ into their society and so with my camera in hand instead of my Bible, I foolishly entered into the arena of a dark heathen ceremony all in the name of “anthropology.” After all Margaret Mead, the great anthropologist, and others had written about these people and they were somewhat critical of the work missionaries were doing in trying to convert them from their traditional & cultural practices.
I was determined to prove for myself that these people needed the Gospel. Later I thought and sought forgiveness for being so naive in my approach but not my message. Did these dear people need to hear about the transforming power of the Gospel? Yes, of course and particularly after what I witnessed that day, when I ventured into the very heart of the Tamberan cult! The Bible says “– the dark places of the earth are filled with the habitations of cruelty.” Psalm 74:20
As I looked into their darkened eyes and gazed upon their painted faces, their mouths, stained by the chewing of blood-red beetle nut, their teeth blackened by this filthy habit, I thought to myself, “Is it possible for fear and cruelty to be replaced with love and trust.?” Is it possible to see this culture turn from ancestral and evil spirit worship to worship in spirit an truth the one true God. In fact a whole lot of questions went through my mind that day as the clash of the cultures invaded my thinking. It was a day that finally convinced me that all peoples need Christ as their Saviour
.
I stood by in that milling mob and could hear the war-cries of enemy villages as they came through the jungle to witness and take part in this sing-sing! Hopefully I thought, they came in peace and not war.
From near and far they kept coming. Jungle warriors danced round and round feigning war. Some, their bodies blackened, and others painted brilliant colours. Not a woman was to be seen in this male only initiation event (for fear of death.) Women are forbidden to be present at this ceremony and strictly forbidden to look upon the Tamberan’s image.
By this time hundreds of men had packed into the village square in front of the large spirit house or House Tamberan. I stood by cautiously and watched as the scripture came to my mind, “And God saw that the wickedness of man was great, and that every imagination of his heart was only evil continually.” Genesis 6:5
As the initiation groups came into the arena a shiver went down my spine as a roar of demonic approval thundered through the jungle. Immediately I was aware that the people were not acting out of their primitiveness, but were intelligently inspired and spiritually directed by what felt like an evil force of demonic power.
I strained to get a glimpse of the young men and boys who were to be taken through the final act of initiation. Their faces seemed expressionless, their eyes glaring, their lips tight. They had been through experiences of cruelty, too graphic to mention in this post. They were brutally flogged and beaten with stinging nettles and sticks as they were carried through the gauntlet. Yes these were men and boys who were completely deceived into believing that all this was necessary for their masculinity, maturity & manhood to be established. Now they would become real men and their powers of procreation and success was validated.
Violently now they pushed and shoved, seeking entrance to the House Tamberan. Inside was a large idol called “Puti,” which to them was the ultimate in their spiritual superstition. It was the “Gwaldu” or spiritual entity they had learned to fear.
Suddenly the jungle drums began to beat and echo from within the spirit house. The fear-torn group was led on hands and knees through the small opening in front of the House Tamberan with the initiating group.
With my Agfa camera and flashlight, I was discretely ushered into the Tamberan through a back entrance and crouched in the darkness to see what would happen. Frankly, although I was trying to be objective I was “scared spit-less!” Please excuse the terminology but fear doesn’t quite describe the apprehension I felt!
Heathen warriors were dancing and singing songs that sounded evil to me and were monotonously minor in their key. In the semi darkness of the flickering naked bamboo flame, the initiated group crawled around on hands and knees gazing up at an image 12 to 18 feet high. I snapped a picture!
The sudden flash of light brought a roar of disapproval that echoed through that towering edifice. It is a significant fact to note that no matter what society one finds oneself in, men tend to use semi darkness to create atmosphere. In this case an atmosphere of fear and awe of something supernatural.
I could only describe the atmosphere in the large spirit house as “demonic.” Painted and perspiring bodies danced near me. Naked men danced to the throbbing beat of the jungle drum. A low suspended ceiling above me moved in eerie motion. I sensed the evil spirits and the satanic power that hovered in the building. Yes, the god of this world, the god of pleasure, the god of deceit, the god of lust, the god of cruelty all of these seeking to create an atmosphere of fear and destruction. I felt shaken!
Shortly after, I had my opportunity to see for myself what it was that drew such crowds into believing a lie there it was, a giant coloured monster image, the “Gwaldu,” an idol carved out of wood, a symbol of animistic deity, a false god. In the semi-light of the flickering bamboo flame, this grotesque sightless image which was over 15 feet in height, shimmered with its brilliant colours creating an atmosphere which could be described as “fearful” and “evil.”
What was I doing as a Christian in such a place? Good question! Later that night as I drove home to the mission station in my old jeep I felt that I had wilfully immersed myself into the spirit of heathendom. I felt I had violated my spirit by my inquisitiveness. I repented and asked the Holy Spirit for cleansing.
I’ve been living back in Australia now for many years and through the media I find that the same spirit of evil also pervades our society with drunken and drug induced festivities. With the rejection of the Gospel by many young people they are being destroyed by the evil one. The Scripture clearly states “that we wrestles not against flesh and blood, but against principalities and against powers.” Ephesians 6:12 The Amplified N.T. renders it such that we are not contending only with physical opponents but against the despotism’s, against the powers, against the spirit forces of wickedness in the supernatural sphere.
Heathendom is generally relegated to people in so called “third world countries;” yet hypocritically in our own cities of Australia walking through the streets of our concrete and steel jungles, we find thousands of benighted souls bound by the power of Heathendom. Our Night Clubs subtly create a licentious atmosphere whereby patrons are often drawn into behaviour that they regret later. Drunkenness and violence often reflect our willful heathenism.
Heathendom, yes heathendom! Everywhere we look it stares us in the face, it defies us, it tries to intimidate us. Heathendom, the satanic counterfeit to the Kingdom of God, tries to hem us into our little Church circle, to our small Christian social groups, yes even to our mission station, lest we go out and share the good news of the gospel and bring salvation to the heathen.
Meanwhile, out in the streets our police forces try to stem the tide of wanton heathendom. Our governments try to legislate and control it, while in the homes of our villages, towns and cities, thousands are captivated by its spiritual power and its subtle intent to destroy families and send people to Hell. The answer of course is found in the Gospel of Christ for it is the power of God unto salvation. Romans 1:16
What I witnessed in Papua New Guinea was nothing short of amazing. From a heathen culture that had for millennia been influenced by the powers of darkness, was turning into a Christian civilization influenced by the power of the gospel.
In thousands of villages across Papua New Guinea you will find churches of many descriptions that have taken root and are slowly turning a darkened heathen world into a culture with a Christian worldview.
Can Christianity make a difference? Perhaps not if it is of a religious kind! However  the Christ of the Gospel has the power to change not only individuals but whole societies through the grace of God.
Have I seen it work? You bet I have! I have had the privilege of witnessing in my life time, thousands of peoples changed by the power of Christ and the message of the Gospel. Your life can be changed too!
The video below which I took during the Jubilee celebrations of the Church in Papua New Guinea will show you what I mean. Is the job completed? By no means but the seed has been planted and the harvest is underway.
For the Word of God is quick and powerful. Our spiritual weapons are mighty before God for the overthrow and destruction of strongholds.