The sun is low in the sky but the shadows refuse to lesson the muggy tropical heat as a young Banwaon mother carries her tiny baby deep into the jungle. “ He’s too small to survive” they urged her. “You must let him die.” Hesitantly, she places the naked baby, still sticky from birth, on the dirt and walks away. The infant cries weakly, unaware it will soon be his last. Predators are already watching, waiting.
But another sound appears. A man is searching. The baby’s uncle pities the child, takes him as his own, and teaches him the old ways.
Now, a grown man, Batsun has heard the gospel and put his faith in Jesus Christ. “Just as you pulled me from the jungle, I want to pull you from the spirits’ ways.” Batsun urges his old uncle. “Believe in Jesus. Trust Him, not the spirits. One day we will live together in God’s house.”