The axe murderer, Kalafu, and a few other men ducked in through the low doorway entering the smoke darkened hut, his air of command immediately silenced the discussion I was having with my friends Fato, Kifeson, Ken, Yanis, and Faimpat. There was nothing inviting...

Ten minutes. That’s all I would have. Rain was beating the windshield of the small airplane and black storm clouds restricted visibility in every direction so the pilot told me that after landing in Fiy we would have to quickly take off again to head to the town of...

In August of last year I wrote about a man I called Mr. Despicable. Below is another short story about how God is working in his life.I took the shovel to give him a chance to catch his breath. The ground was rocky, and a stubborn root was slowing his progress as he...

Ten minutes. That’s all I would have. Rain was beating the windshield of the small airplane and black storm clouds restricted visibility in every direction so the pilot told me that after landing in Fiy we would have to quickly take off again to head to the town of...

Since my return to Hewa I have been eager to hear if the two judges, who arrived to the Hewa village of Fiy on May 22, made decisions that will help protect the many Hewa women and children who are accused of being possessed by evil spirits that cause sickness and...

  My friend, Kaifas, had a solemn expression as he told me the few things one-eyed Wetiyaf said just before he died. ‘“I can’t see where I’m going,” Wetiyaf said during the night. “The trail is dark. I’m afraid of His court.”’ Kaifas paused from telling me what he had...

Sunday Morning of November 2015, Jonathan Kopf 2016 Jelemaiya called the Hewa people of the Pasife village together for a Sunday morning service, but as the women and children gathered at the little leaf roofed dirt floored building and began singing, Efoko stayed in...

Mr. Despicable Jonathan Kopf, August 28, 2012 I looked at him, but I couldn’t force myself to look directly into his eyes. He was despicable. The scum of the earth. Murderer. Wife beater. Child abuser. He was sitting on the log next to me under my wife’s bark roofed...

Have you ever wondered where people came from? Have you ever wondered how your distant relatives got to America? Have you ever wondered where different nationalities and language groups came from? Well, here is a story that will help clear it all up for you. This is a...

The way the Hewans view things is much different from the way we understand things to be. They only know of the way of life that has been passed down to them from generation to generation. They have no way to figure out the truth unless someone brings them the Good...

One of my partners and myself just got back from a four day hike further up into the mountains to visit another one of the Hewa tribal villages that we have not seen yet. It was a very difficult hike and we are very glad to be back home with our families again and in...