SOVEREIGN GRACE BAPTIST MISSION
International – Papua New Guinea / Malawi Africa
P.O. Box 233 - Mt Hagen (WHP) Papua New Guinea
Tanggi Mission Station – North Koroba, Hela Province, PNG
Missionary / Evangelist: Peter A. Halliman
Email: panagioite04@gmail.com
Website: sgbm-malawi-africa.com
Date: 20th May 2026
Dear Pastor, Church, & All Supporters:
2 Corinthians 12:15 And I will very gladly spend and be spent for you; though the more abundantly I love you, the less I be loved.
Mission report of the Ordinations: Part Two
Fourteen hours of hard driving, with rain, & high altitude it makes a cold seat in the back of the x-military truck, but no one complained, we all arrived in one piece and together, we lost no one along the journey. One pastor however lost his bag, had his bible, clothes, food and other personal items, this was lost somewhere along the journey.
Before we arrived at the mission station we ran into heavy rains, it was already late in the evening time, and as we were unloading passengers from the military truck the rains were heavy but again no one complained. I had to leave the big truck parked at the entrance of the gate into the mission station, and had pastor take the passenger seat of the Land Rover as I drove onto the mission property, across the bridge and up to the area where we park the vehicle.
With darkness being upon us, it took some time to get into the house, unpack sort out who was sleeping where.
Bath water had to be heated, food had to be cooked, the house had to be swept and cleaned, no one is immune to being tired, pastor was spent and as he laid down that was the end of that story until tomorrow morning for him. I had Jacob cook some rice and tin fish. I laid down but rose up to eat when the meal was on the table.
Next day, I was up early making coffee, the 1st of May (Friday) this was the welcome day in which, the people had planned to give out some gifts to the visitors who had planned to come. The only one who made it from the USA was pastor Tate Pierce, others who had planned to come for one reason or another didn’t make it. Bro. Edwin Chipala could not make it as the PNG government was not giving out visas to any African country at this time, big, big disappointment but I don’t control governments, the LORD does.
A welcome mumu had been planned for this day, I was busy in the administration of this event as well, and in between the activities, people, men, then back and forth for my pastor & Jacob it was busy for me. We had our morning bible reading & prayer, me
pastor felt better after a night’s rest. There were four hogs that were slaughtered for the welcome mumu (pig & food) cooked in the ground with hot rocks. Whilst this was being prepared, I took a walk with Jacob, & my pastor down to the road where we came in from the night before. Some introductions of the history of this mission work, Fred T. Halliman and Georgia Halliman who came in this area 1962, arriving in PNG early 1960.
We also took a walk along the main dirt/stone road to show pastor where the ending of the mission property was, then we walked back, all the while history was being shared. We made our way to the grandstand where the ordinations would take place, as it would be here that some speeches would be made, gifts would be given and the introduction to our big program would be started.
Traditional string bags which, the women make for carrying personal items etc…had been woven, with the Huli Tribesmen colours, the name of the person to whom it would be given to was embroidered within. Decorative parrot feathers, traditional Huli tribesmen headbands, stone axes, tribal close quarter combat axes all were given as gifts.
There was a drama play put on by two different schools close by, the Tanggi primary school, and the Yagwabi primary school (both close to the mission station) the drama was enacted for (Fred Halliman) coming to this area Tanggi mission station (North Koroba & Lake Kopiago) areas to do mission work, preaching the Gospel, bringing salt, steel axes, clothes, soap, etc…
The drama showed how the first natives met dad were afraid of him, he being a different skin colour, giving out salt for the first time, soap what to do with it, not knowing if it was food or what, therefore the demonstration as to what to do. (in the early years) the Natives would take the soap, rub it on their skin and not wash off. Though this sounds silly, what would you do with something that you didn’t know what it was? How would you react?
The Gospel was preached for five years before God ever saved anyone; would you have stayed? Would your wife have stuck by you in this primitive land? Through the early years of my life, I watched preachers, men, churches, talk about, gossip, lie spread rumours and even attack dad’s ministry. The LORD, heaven itself and a multitude of witnesses tell a very different story here in PNG.
The history is undeniable, to the Huli & Duna tribesmen from the 1960’ to date, the moses God sent them was (Fred T. Halliman). What story do you have?
The drama plays were finished, the gifts were given out, and the day was in its strength when we removed the food from the earthen oven. The meat was cut and divided up, which followed with rains.
The evening hours we had pig meat, sweet potatoes, local greens, taro root, bananas for dinner.
Prior to my pastor coming, it was in view of Bro. Edwin coming from Malawi, Grace (my baby sister) her granddaughter Elania, pastor Pierce, Jacob and myself that would be living out of the old mission station house. We had constructed an outdoor toilet, and a shower stall. The drums I had plumbed together, (hot & cold water) with individual valves and a shower head. The area was close to the house, and I had a wooden walkway made to keep one out of the mud when walking back to the house.
I had recently bought a gas stove with a small oven (its Chinese made) cheap but figured it could serve us whilst we were all out at the mission station for the ordinations. With solar lighting, the evenings were short lived, none of us felt like staying up long hours anyhow, we were still trying to catch up from the trip.
To be continued…. end of part two.
In His Name,
Missionary Peter Halliman