Story # 2 : “Samantha’s Mission Field” Part 3
When the Timorians saw the visitors coming with their noble guard, James, they became terrified and thought that he was captured by the two women. But when they noticed how calm James was they settled down and went forth to meet the strangers.
James told them how he had fallen into one of the pits where the poisonous spiders were and how the two women saved him from their deadly fangs. The Timorians were awed by this report because this was the first time an outsider rescued a Timorian from certain death.
A small woman emerged from the throng and clasped the hands of Samantha and Joan. “Thank you so much for what you did for my husband. You are truly different than the others who had come here before.” The Timorians agreed with her.
Samantha and Joan accepted the little woman’s gratitude. They were happy that the Good King used their deed as an open door to tell these dear people about Him and His eternal Home, Heaven.
A stately looking little man walked through the crowd to greet them. He tipped his hat politely to them and introduced himself as the President of Timorous. He asked them their names and they told him. He then asked them what their business was and they answered that they had come to tell his people about the Gospel of the Good King who lives in Heaven and Earth. When the Timorians heard this they became greatly interested.
“Who’s the Good King?” James’ wife asked them. “Since this country was formed we had never heard of the Good King.”
“You mean you’ve never heard of His Majesty or Heaven?” Samantha asked, wondering what they’ve been taught by the other missionaries.
“I’m afraid we are as new to this as a new born baby, ma’am,” said the President scratching his chin. “But we would love to know about Him. When we will you share this Gospel with us?”
“We’ll do it now, sir, if you and the citizens are ready that is,” said Samantha eager to get started.
The Timorians cheered.
“The people have spoken. Samantha, Joan, you have my permission to begin now,” said the President also looking forward to hear what these two women had to tell.
Samantha and Joan whispered amen together. The Holy Spirit was truly having a hand in this.
Samantha got her copy of the Holy Word out and began to read the stories of the Good King. As she used this blessed Book something extraordinary took place. The Holy Word transformed into a Lantern of burnished gold in her hands.
Joan looked at her friend in shock. “How did you do that, Sam?” she asked her.
“I didn’t,” she answered dumbfounded.
Bright pure light shot out of the Lantern and struck the wall of one of the brick houses. The people turned and watched as the scenes of the Good King’s life played on the wall like a movie in a theater. The scenes presented touched the hearts of the little people. Some of them cried when they saw the Good King heal the sick and comfort the weary. Even the President was wiping a few tears from his eyes. The whole story was so beautiful beyond words.
When Samantha and Joan saw what was going on they knew that this was the power of His Majesty. By this miracle the Timorians were understanding more of what their King did for the lost human race. They needed to both see and hear the story in order to be blessed by it.
When the scenes ended the Light disappeared. The little people then turned to gaze back at the two women. Smiles were on their faces.
“Samantha, Joan, if that’s the God you came to tell us about then He truly is very good.” James said as he blew his nose with a handkerchief. “I would love to hear more stories about Him.”
“So would I,” said his wife.
“So would we all!” said the rest of the Timorians in unison.
“Please continue on dears,” said the President.
The Lantern in Samantha’s hands then transformed back into her Book, the Holy Word.
Her eyes grew wide. “His Majesty sure works in mysterious ways,” she said to Joan.
All that day the Timorians both young and old listened to the stories of the Good King. They enjoyed them so much that they didn’t even realize when the sun was going down casting its lovely colors of orange and red in the skies. When it began to grow dark however, the President noticed.
“I think we best get back to our homes for the night. Tomorrow in the afternoon we can hear more about Samantha and Joan’s God.”
The Timorians agreed and after waving goodnight to their new friends they made their ways to their homes.
James and his wife stayed behind.
“Would you two like to stay with us? We have plenty of room and we would be honored to have servants of the Good King dwell with us.”
Samantha and Joan accepted the little woman’s offer. “We would be more than glad too,” said Joan.
At the home James’ wife who was called Patricia made cream of broccoli soup for the visitors. After Joan said grace the four began to eat their food. Samantha then turned to Patricia and asked her a question that she felt was very important:
“Patricia, what did you mean by saying that we are different than the ones who came here before?”
Patrica set her spoon down and explained. “The other outsiders who came here caused us nothing but trouble. They lied to us, they stole, and they didn’t lift a finger to help us when we needed them.”
“But surely the missionaries who came here were not like that. I’ve heard that they were kind and good toward the Timorians and did what they could to make Timorous a better place.” Samantha pressed.
James shook his head. “Samantha, the outsiders who did those bad things were the missionaries.”
“WHAT!?!” Samantha and Joan gasped.
“They came here claiming that they were sent to help us. At first they appeared to be very nice. They assisted our poor, helped our children learn how to make right choices in life, and built a community center for us.”
“They never told you about the Good King and Heaven?” Joan asked surprised that the missionaries wouldn’t include that important aspect of their mission.
“Not at all,”, said Patricia, “in fact all we heard from them was how we can help each other and make ourselves better. They stated they were for the uplifting of humanity and we believed them until they showed their true colors.”
“What happened?” Samantha asked.
“During their second year of staying with us they cheated us of our money,” James answered with a tone of anger in his voice, “They told us that if we gave them certain amounts of money that we would get more in return from them. We gave them what they asked for and we got NOTHING back! Many of us Timorians believed this lie and as a result almost lost everything we had, which is very little.”
“And that’s not all,” said Patricia feeling bad for having to tell the visitors these negative accounts. “The worst part was when a natural disaster struck our land. We were going through a terrible hurricane storm that was tearing everything in its path. We were in our homes scared stiff because we feared that any moment we would perish by the gale force winds. Suddenly we heard a cry for help and saw an old woman outside in the storm. We couldn’t go out and save her because we were too scared, so all we could do was watch and hope that she would be okay. That’s when we saw one of the missionaries running through the storm. We waited for him to rescue her but he ignored her and went inside the community center. The poor old soul then died when a tree branch fell on her. It was a terrible sight!”
Samantha and Joan looked down at their bowls in shock and sadness. These missionaries were not real servants of the Good King. They were of the false ilk and their actions brought such misery to these dear souls.
Samantha had another question to ask but struggled to ask it because she didn’t want to offend the couple. “I have heard that…” she stopped not daring to go on.
“Heard what, Samantha?” Patricia asked her.
“That the Timorians…killed the missionaries who came to them. Did you….” she couldn’t finish.
James laughed. “If we ever stoop to doing something like that then the world would be coming to an end! No, we don’t do such a thing. Though we are very timid we are a very peaceful race. Those missionaries left our country late at night when the hurricane storm ceased. Whoever said that we killed them is lying. We never killed anyone and we never will.”
“Their influence though greatly affected us,” said Patricia, “for after that we never trusted outsiders again. Our President set up guards to keep watch over our village and to sound the alarm if more outsiders should come. My dear husband is one of the guards and he’s one of the best ones we have.”
James blushed at this compliment. “Aw, shucks!” he said giggling.
Samantha and Joan felt bad for these poor little people. No wonder they were so fearful. They were afraid for themselves and for their families. They silently thanked the Good King for sending them to such a place that was in dire need to know of the heavenly peace that passes all understanding.
“You can trust us, friends,” said Joan as she ate more of her soup. “We will never do anything to harm you or cause you grief.”
“We already know,” said James, “You have shown what you really are by saving my life. We are glad to have true missionaries among us.”
When James and Patricia retreated into their bedroom, the two women went into the room that their host and hostess let them use for however long they stayed in Timorous. There was a bed and a couch for them to sleep in. Samantha went for the couch and Joan went for the bed. As they slept Samantha prayed that the Timorians would no longer live in fear but in faith.
“The Timorians are just like my people,” said Eddy marveling at the similarities. “The Small Faith People are also a very timid and peaceful race. But the only difference is that we believe in the Good King and try to put our very small faith into action by trusting Him. It isn’t easy though. When really hard trials come our way we lose faith easily and give into our inherited fears. I can’t help but wonder where we got our fearful nature.”
“That sure is awful what those false missionaries did to them,” said Sloppy Joe. “I hope they were ashamed of themselves when they left the country. I could never do those things to another human being without feeling ashamed.”
“Only His Majesty knows what was in their hearts,” said Karen. “I’m sure the Holy Spirit convicted them of what they did, for He cares about everyone and longs for them to know of the way to life everlasting. The decision to listen and change would be totally up to them.”
“True,” said Sloppy Joe nodding.
“Karen, how many more parts does this story have?” Eddy asked.
The teenage girl flipped to the next page. “One more part,” she answered.
“Let’s hear it!” said Sloppy Joe excited.
Karen read the last part of the story.