This video features a conversation with Stephen Crockett, missionary to the Moi Tribe. He describes what the Moi believed was the creation of man.
Ian’s computer died. But he’s able to borrow equipment to send stuff to me. I’m happy to post it for him.
Here’s the latest from him:
We got some awesome shots from the helicopter this morning!
Actually, we didn’t. They did. They told me to stay here and blog. But then they said they got great stuff. Told me all about the amazing views, and incredible footage. Told me I could watch it later. But I’m not jealous. Really.
(Memo to self: Next time, someone else does the blog.)
We’re really grateful to Helimission and pilot Gunter Stroh for putting up with those guys. They can be really mean and … oops, sorry, forgot this isn’t about me. Gunter took the doors off and chatted over the shots and told us what he did and did not feel comfortable doing, for safety sake — which is a very good thing.
We’re actually starting to wrap up the shots we need for the short film, and will soon be able to move on to “extras.” Still trying to think up something humorous. If you have any ideas, leave a comment!
And thanks for praying about the rain. Your prayers were so effective that we had a good laugh the other day. You see, all day long we had only a tiny bit of rain. Then it poured all night long. I was even chuckling as I walked in the dark through the mud. (I think the sound I will most associate with this place is “squoooosh.”)
Please, would you not only pray that it not rain during the mornings and afternoons as we’re trying to film, but rain a bit less overall? Thanks! By the way, we’re 14 hours ahead of USA East Coast time, but God knows that as you pray.
I’m sitting in a tiny square hut set up on stilts to keep the rain from running in. There are probably 60 tribal believers crammed in here. Most of them are wearing gourds or grass skirts. They are singing in a beautiful lilting key that is unlike anything we’ve ever heard in the states!
This church service is as far from anything we would show up to on a Sunday morning as it could possibly be. Jesus is here amongst the billowing smoke of bamboo pipes and the high pitched squealing of the village pigs. He is here and He is smiling!
The day started dubious. None of the tribal men seemed up to hiking straight down the mountain with our film crew to the river. We were trying to finish the ambush scene where they wrap the ‘body’ in a mat and throw it into the river.
I don’t blame the tribal guys for their reluctance to make that long trek. I knew I would have a hard time to make it back, if I went down the harsh, muddy mountain trail.
Regardless, we were doing all we could to coax some of the men who were not out on the hunting party to ‘play’ this part of the ambush scene.
It was while we were earnestly praying that a group of 10, very rough looking tribal men, showed up, ready to go. These guys would scare you to death if you met them on the trail. But they broke into smiles and started snapping their fingers in the traditional Moi way of greeting and said “Abababa, Abababa” … and before you knew it, our film crew headed down the mountain, shooting some great footage.
It was at the river, after the filming, that one of the Moi believers stood, looking at the water and began praying. He was thanking God that now he does not have to fear their old ways.
It is our hope that the Moi journey to faith will have an impact on our American church, when they see what God has done among the Moi.
It is having an impact right now in the hearts of the Moi believers as they consider who they were, when in bondage to the ‘old ways’ of darkness in contrast to who they are now, as they walk in the light of God’s truth.
Thank you for praying. Keep it up.
We had less rain today and we were able to keep two film crews busy. While Nate, Ben, Proctor and Rich headed to the river, Ian, Regina and I filmed some great testimonies from the missionaries and tribal believers.
This is from Macon:
What a day. We are just about killing ourselves on those vertical trails … I have cuts and bruises all over my legs, splinters in my hand and sweat that will not stop.
The film we are shooting is nothing short of incredible. This morning we were looking for a crying baby in a string bag. The Moi have poles sticking out the side of the walls on their houses from which they hang fiber string bags where they have carefully placed their babies. These poles become perfect “rockers” for a busy tribal mom. We got some great shots. And babies crying in spades! Some of the mothers are natural actors and they did a great job.
Then late this afternoon we could hear yelping and hooting and about 30 Mois arrived from a village two days hike away. They hear there is going to be a big party.
You can not believe the video footage we got as these people came marching into the camp. Yelling at the top of their lungs they got to the helipad and started dancing in a giant circle. They brought a pig to share for the upcoming feast …
Crying babies, squealing pigs, hoots and wild, joyful dancing will make for some great shots and sound effects. We could not have planned it better ourselves.
Tomorrow afternoon we will be filming a couple of tribal guys running through the jungle to set up a mock ambush. By the way … They don’t need to practice, they have all done this in real life – so we do not have to tell them what to do. They are former masters at it.
Contrast that former life with the reality of today. As I awoke at dawn and as I retired this evening, I could hear the believers singing praise to God together. They have a very unique way of doing that. We will record it all.
Amazing … the American Church needs to see and hear these people. And I am awed by the weight of responsibility to make sure what we do brings glory to God.
Like Ian Fallis said in the latest ntmfilms article: “If this film is what we want it to be, it will glorify God, stir praise and worship of our Creator, and inspire others to get involved in the work He is doing; as well as getting the Moi believers involved in all that.
Will you please join us in praying that, in God’s strength and by His power, we reach those goals?
A video helped reach the Moi people.
In the 1970s, a man hiked for miles to ask for a missionary to come to his village to share God’s Talk with his people. He arrived during the visit of a short-term mission team, and the way he told his story and made his request so stirred their hearts that several became missionaries. Later, a slide show and then a video, Each Stick had a Name, encouraged many others to become missionaries.
One of those people was Stephen Crockett, missionary to the Moi people.
Stephen shared the story of the video with the Mois on Friday morning to help them understand why we are here, why we would want to make a video here. And as I watched him tell the story, I got to thinking that maybe it would help you as well.
We want to make a powerful short film that will stir hearts to get involved in the work God is doing, so other people who are still like the Mois were, living in fear, will have the opportunity to know Jesus and make Him known. And so God’s name will be glorified to the ends of the earth.
We’d all appreciate your involvement in our work right now. We need you to pray about the weather. Our time is already running short, and we were unable to film all Friday afternoon because of rain. Pray that we’ll have good weather. Please don’t pray for clear weather. Clouds add some drama to the sky. Hey, as long as we’re asking God for the weather, we might as well be specific, right?
I heard from Regina just now. Here’s what she had to say:
Right now it is just starting to POUR rain. Ben, Nate and Rich are out hiking on a really crazy trail to get to the filming location (there are about 30 yards or so of fallen trees to climb over – and it gets really slippery in the rain. Please note that math is not my specialty 🙂 They are filming an important scene.
The rest of the crew worked on some interviews this morning. We are waiting for them to get back, then have lunch. I’m staying dry so far! It usually rains at some point in the afternoon & evening.
I am so thankful for the internet access out here. I have received many encouraging notes from supporters telling me that they are praying for me, and that their friends are praying for me, too. It is a huge encouragement. Also, it is so good to be able to communicate with family. My dad was able to encourage me and also keep me updated on my mom’s health status (she had surgery just last week).
I didn’t realize how much of a blessing having the internet out here would be.
It is still pouring rain.