10/13/2026
Jonny Judas weighed almost nothing.
Six months old, and his small frame was already losing a battle it shouldn't have had to fight. Pneumonia had settled into his lungs. Malnutrition had stripped away what little reserve he had. Anemia had left him pale and fragile.
His mother had carried him to help the only way available to her, and Pilot Nick had flown them from Angoram to Boram Hospital in Wewak, covering in minutes a journey that by canoe would have consumed the better part of a day.
The medical team began treatment. Jonny was admitted to the ward and stayed.
And while he recovered, something unexpected began to take shape around him.
The mothers on the ward, each one there for her own reason and carrying her own worry, found themselves gathered around the King of Glory series. Scripture brought to life on screen, told in the languages they grew up speaking. Then the ministry team brought a tablet loaded with the full King of Glory video series, and the women watched it together from beginning to end.
When it was over, they said it had been helpful. Encouraging. That they had greatly enjoyed it.
There is something worth picturing in that. A hospital ward full of mothers, far from home, tired and uncertain, finding themselves genuinely moved by the story of God told in their own words. The weight of the week didn't disappear. But it was carried differently after that.
Jonny responded to his medicine.
The little boy who had arrived barely holding on was well enough to go home.
His mother left with her son healthy in her arms and the Word of God tucked into her heart. For a six-month-old who had arrived barely holding on, that is more than enough to be grateful for.
Thank you for making it possible.