My Journey to Fiji

On NovP Kumarember 2nd, my family and I sat down at a local Burger King for one last meal together before I left for Fiji. While there, I saw a homeless man who asked for money (not an unusual occurrence around here). Believing I should buy the man a meal, I used some of the money saved for my trip’s expenses. Afterward, we went on to Sunday morning worship service at RTN. During the service, members gathered around and prayed for safe travels, open hearts, and willing laborers. With prayers of the saints as encouragement and the vision of RTN in my heart, I boarded a flight bound for L.A.

Upon landing in L.A., I was approached by another gentleman in crisis. This man asked me for $40, the difference in a plane ticket. Again, believing I should give generously, I agreed to pay for the man’s ticket. Boarding my next flight for Fiji, I was anxious to be in Fiji but worried about expenses.

I arrived safely in Fiji the next day. Upon leaving the airport, I went across the street to a Mango Stand. A local boy of about five years old was dancing and immediately the last of my lingering discouragement over my expenses evaporated in the face of another’s joy. It was a reminder of why I was in Fiji – to share good news.

Wanting to spread the mission and vision of RTN, which is to plant multicultural and multilingual churches around the world in order to make disciples of all nations, I met with the Principal and twelve leaders of the local Bible College to train them. The message was received with open hearts and all found the philosophies of RTN to be biblical and encouraging. The next day, I drove four hours to Suva, the capitol city of Fiji. There I hoped to meet with a Pastor that was to help carry out my vision of planting a new church. Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, the meeting didn’t happen, and I had to turn around to drive back.Fiji Pastor

The next day I bought school supplies for the children of the Navakai Settlement. I then called the Principal of the College and asked him if he knew of someone willing to carry out my vision. I was told of another pastor but it didn’t work out.  Since it was the fourth day of my visit, my time was running out in Fiji, so I got on my knees and prayed, asking God to help me to find a person who can carry out the vision here in Fiji.  It wasn’t too long before I got a call from someone that told me of a pastor who had been praying for two years to start a church.  I was also told that this pastor was known for being multicultural and speaking the three main languages of the Island – English, Hindi, and Fijian. I immediately went to visit the pastor. After talking with Pastor Ame, I knew he was the answer to my prayers, and as God would have it I was the answer to Pastor Ame’s prayers, too. How the details would work out hadn’t yet been revealed to either, but instantly we began studying the Word together and praying for direction. I gave Pastor Ame two days to pray about it.  Then, I went back to see if he was willing to partner with me.  Pastor Ame had a good understand of my vision and a heart willing to carry it out with God’s direction.

We wanted to deliver the school supplies I had purchased but first we prayed another, more specific prayer.  We prayed and asked God for a person of peace that would be multicultural too.  Someone willing to start a Bible study in their home who would ask us without being asked first.  My brother from New Zealand was able to join us as well.

We deliverKids with Suppliesed school supplies to fifteen houses, and in the sixteenth house a lady came to the door.  Her name was Feroza Begum.  She was a Muslim background believer who was married to a Hindu man. In talking with Feroza, we discovered she had a Fijian daughter-in-law. Like in the previous fifteen houses, we prayed for the family and shared the vision for seeing a church in the settlement. Upon hearing the vision, Feroza immediately asked if we could start the fellowship in her house. Suddenly, we dropped everything and began praising God.  Our prayer had been answered exactly as we had prayed!

The next day, I had to leave for New Zealand in order to make previously scheduled trainings with RTN New Zealand and to visit family. I directed Pastor Ame to continue visiting homes in the Navakai Settlement and inviting families to the new house fellowship. As I boarded the plane, I felt likFamilye I had only accomplished half of the work God had for me. Upon landing and meeting the pastors in New Zealand, I shared my story from Fiji and my burden at leaving before I believed my work was complete. The pastors of RTN New Zealand prayed with me and encouraged me to return to Fiji instead of completing the training with them. They all agreed RTN New Zealand was growing and still had its zeal. Therefore, I made plans to return to Fiji after visiting with my family for three days. The entire time my mind and heart was in Fiji.

After returning to Fiji, I promptly went back and visited Pastor Ame. Together we continued studying the Bible and praying for the people of Navakai and the future of the new house fellowship. While I was gone, Pastor Ame had done as I have directed him to and visited homes. The first home fellowship was scheduled for that Sunday evening. Twelve people came and together shared a meal. We were able to share the vision in our first house fellowship. The evening was closed with prayer for the future.

The next day when I have boarded my plane bound for America, I knew I had accomplished all the work God had for me while I was in Fiji. Now to spread the word about the Navakai settlement and the newly developing home fellowship. Will you join me in praying for Pastor Ame, Feroza and her family, as well as the Navakai people?

A message from Pastor Ame


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