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TITLE: Xanilean Xenophobes | Previous Challenge Entry
By Allison Egley
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Dear Mom and Dad,
I got a call from the mission agency. They’re sending me to Xanilea, a remote country where they have sent five missionaries. They haven’t heard from them since. They’re convinced they’re too busy converting the Xaileans. I’m not so sure.
I fly out after Christmas. I’ll fly to China, then board a small plane to Xanilea. I’ll land on the only runway on the island; a clearing in a cornfield. The Xaileans will greet me, along with the other missionaries. I hope. I won’t have computer access, but I’ll write to you when I can. See you soon.
Love,
Victoria
January 8, 2004
Dear Mom and Dad,
I just landed in Xanilea. My pilot is waiting for me to finish this letter so it will get to you quickly. The Xaileans gave me quite the reception. As the plane was landing, I saw hundreds of spears pointed at the plane. I thought I had discovered what had happened to the other missionaries. Since you’re getting this letter, you know I landed safely.
I didn’t see any of the previous missionaries. I tentatively stepped off the plane. The Xaileans had a hungry look in their eyes. Slowly, I said, “I come in peace,” while trying to act it out the best I could. They immediately dropped their spears and bowed down. I still don’t know what I said or did. They cleared a path for me, and the man whom I assume is the leader of the tribe walked triumphantly in front of me. He stopped before a hut and stood outside. So did I. I pointed to myself, then to the hut, asking if I should go in. He bowed. I took that as a “yes.” The hut was sparsely furnished: a straw mat, a fire pit, some bamboo cooking utensils, and a cast iron pan, perhaps left over from the other missionaries.
I’d better close. The Xaileans are looking at my pilot, and if looks are any indication, they won’t be as accommodating to him. They have that hungry look in their eyes.
Love,
Victoria
July 13, 2004
Dear Mom and Dad,
I’m doing well. I’ve built relationships with the Xaileans, including with the leader, Tabis. Through much finger pointing and gestures, I discovered their language is similar to a nearby island’s where there are established missionaries. I learned about it in my training seminar. I used the transistor radio to communicate with the missionaries. Thanks to that, communication got much easier. Tabis even knows some English!
I finally asked him what happened to the other missionaries. Through a combination of Xanilean, the native language, and his choppy English, he told me they gave the wrong answer during their initiation and became the main course instead of the guests. Seeing my startled expression, he explained I was accepted the moment I uttered my first words after getting off the plane. He told me the English word "peace" is very similar to their word "goddess." That certainly explains my reception.
I must close. I hear the supply plane coming. I was able to convince the Xaileans that my pilot is harmless. They don’t accept him yet, but they don’t give him that hungry look either.
Love,
Victoria
January 25, 2005
Dear Mom and Dad,
I can’t believe it’s been over a year since I arrived in Xanilea. I hope you got my Christmas card. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to give a thorough update. It was a busy time. I was preparing to celebrate Christmas with the new Xanilean believers! Shortly after my last letter, Tabis asked me why I came after they killed the other missionaries. I explained God’s love for everyone, using hand gestures, English, and Xanilean.
He gave me blank stares at first, but finally his eyes lit up and he exclaimed, “You mean, God wants me?”
“Yes!” I replied, and led him to Christ. He began teaching others and soon had two converts of his own.
I’ve begun working with Tabis on translating parts of the Gospels. We’re nearly finished! There’ve been a few snags. For example, after translating the story of Jesus calming the storm, Tabis read it and started laughing. He explained that in my translation, Jesus was sleeping under the boat. Oops. I also had Jesus nailed inside the cross. Those darn prepositions.
I’m taking an early furlough and will be home this summer. Pray for the Xanileans. God is working!
Love,
Victoria
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The spelling of the people was inconsistent: are they "Xanileans" or "Xaileans"?
Good job creating suspense and resolution here.
What I might change - some parts didn't seem real but it was a fun read anyways!:)
Good writing!!