TEL. 265-999-741-007 or 265-888-751140 (mobile)
Missionary / Evangelist:  Peter A. Halliman
Email: / or

Date: 02/11/11 Continued… (Part 2)

Dear Pastor, Church & all Supporters;

I write to you in Jesus’ Name, He who was is and forever shall be Amen! Php 1:2 Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.

Php 1:3-4 ¶ I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, Always in every prayer of mine for you all making request with joy…

After a wonderful nights rest, we had one day in Cairns Australia, with this opportunity Sherry wanted to try and get her hair done before going into the bush for the next few months. After being in Malawi for the last ten months and not having the expertise for ‘White women’s long hair as she has, she wanted to try and get this sorted out, which we did.

The day and night passed, the magic number for me is 0400 hrs and this time was no different, we rose and were transported to the Airport, we checked in, had our boarding passes and simply waited for the boarding call which came rather quickly.

Once air borne, the fight lasted only one hour and fifty minutes, soon we were stopped and disembarked, walking to the Terminal. The heat of Port Moresby sometimes sets one back but with our business before us we forgot the fact that the outside temp was (42 dg Celsius). The entry was rather quick due to this was the only International flight which, had come in.

After clearing Immigration and Customs we then proceeded to locate the shuttle bus, which would take us to our accommodation. Port Moresby over the years has turned into another ‘white-mans city’ with TV, videos, mobile phones, internet and (Crime). The issue one has to understand is that most of the PNG people who come from the Highlands are from ‘warrior blood’ meaning, they are not afraid of seeing blood or shedding blood. This issue has raised serious safety warnings by the US State Dept.

One will find most residences and accommodations heavily guarded as well as tightly secured. This may all sound terrible and to some even question ‘why would anyone want to come to a place like this’ well, I have many and varied answers to that, however I will not consume the time or space to go into all the arguments.

I will simply state that doing the LORD’S work, in this life is not laid out in a ‘perfect world’ there are threats on all sides, and our greatest enemy Satan will find some way to persecute God’s people, His messengers, and His churches in any environment.

That being said, we spent a couple days here in Port Moresby doing business and were booked to fly out to Mt. Hagen on Sunday morning flight.

On 7th August we started our day at 0600 hrs, had some coffee and were shuttled to the Jacksons Int. Airport to depart for Mt. Hagen where we would start our Mission work. As we cleared security, and proceeded to the Air Niugini ticketing office in order to pick up our tickets, when we approached the counter we were told that the office within the terminal was no longer transacting any business and that we would have to go back out, and walk to their office which was outside and some distance away.

We pursued this effort and found a queue already assembled, as in Africa, so too here in PNG – time, urgency, and punctuality is all relative. I learned long ago in Africa, it produces no results, or gain to start making noise or complaining. We stood in the queue until we were served. At such time we secured our tickets, boarding passes and were instructed to proceed to the check in counter.

Once again passing through the security, by passing long queues of passengers, to the counter, where we were told that the flight had closed the boarding gates and we would have to catch the next flight.

After a bit of tooing and frowing, there was a police officer who came seeing the disturbance and recognized me from the early years of my ministry in PNG. He agreed to assist us through the security and into the boarding lounge.

We still had to catch the next flight but at least we were making progress. Two hours later we boarded the flight to Mt. Hagen; there are no roads to the Highlands, nor has there been since the inception of vehicles and areoplanes into Papua New Guinea, therefore if one does not make it on the flight scheduled then you simply wait for the next available flight.

The flight was only one hour and as the topography changed from Coastal to the Mountains of the Highlands, it became evident that we were about to enter a world of primitive, untamed and diverse habitation. Flying at some twenty-five thousand feet, it became strikingly clear that the mountains below rose to an impressive altitude, due to the fact that definition of the mountains was still clear at that elevation.

Arrival at Kamugu Airport in Mt. Hagen clearly showed that the developed world was somewhere far away in another time, in another world.

Once inside the Terminal we waited for our bags, whilst waiting we surprisingly were met by Andago Laru, a dear friend of mine, whom I had spent many years with here in PNG. He had become to me like Friday in the Robinson Cruso story. Then to my surprise a Kiwi Mate of mine – Mike Sharpe also was there to meet and pick us up. As we moved to the outside of the Terminal it was there were we embraced Bro Ekere Ibako and several other members of his family and church members.

Being Sunday and already being late with the flight, we did not tarry, Mike took us to his residence and we left our baggage there, and he dropped us off at Kim Bap Church where Bro Ekere is pastor. There were some introductions and then we went into the services.

Going from the Chichewe of Malawi to the Pigin in PNG, always takes some time to make the switch. The services lasted over an hour but the people didn’t seem to mind, truly the LORD had blessed that day, many folks embraced and were simply over the moon to receive us.

I have in the past had some to comment to me either in person, or otherwise regarding the difference in my reporting about the Africans as compared to the Papua New Guineans; I will simply address this issue in this manner, Paul the Apostle had to also deal with different peoples of different cultures and backgrounds, and he too praised, or corrected accordingly to what he had to deal with and how he was received.

I have spent fifteen years of my life with the Africans and to this day, I have never been received nor been embraced with them in the same way as I am when I am in PNG.

To be continued…

In His Name,

Missionary Peter A. Halliman