Everyone in Tuan’s* village in Vietnam sacrificed to the spirits and gods of their ancestors, but at a friend’s house in a village a four-hour walk away, he heard the Gospel and put his faith in Christ.
Upon his return, the young man from the Pa Then ethnic people told no one outside his immediate family, and they warned him to make sure he did not utter Jesus’ name outside their thatched-roof dwelling. They did not want him talking about foreign gods in their own home, either – until they realized the wages of their sin was indeed death as he had told them, and that Christ’s death and resurrection was their only hope of eternal life, the leader of a native ministry said.
Although Tuan had learned about Christ from a friend who was a native Hmong missionary in a predominantly Hmong village, the message of union with the one true God through Christ crossed ethnic lines, and soon other relatives heard and believed. Together they began walking the four hours to the Hmong village every Sunday for worship.
After one year of discipleship under the native missionary in the Hmong village, they had learned how to pray, worship and preach in Sunday services and began worshipping in their own village home, the ministry leader said. It was not long before police officers showed up.