HomeDailyInside Story: No Devil Strings    

Comments

Inside Story: No Devil Strings — 4 Comments

  1. This is testing my memory a bit but I am pretty sure that Kata Ragoso (his name is pronounced “Rangoso”) visited my home church in NewZealand in the 1950s. He had grey hair by that time. I will have to do some research too on the old “Australasian Record”, the South Pacific church paper, because my father, Stan Ashton served in the NZ Medical Corps in the Solomon Islands during WWII. He wrote to the “Record” several accounts of his meeting with local Adventists in the Solomon Islands. I seem to remember that when Kata Ragoso visited Tauranga Church they knew one another. I would have been about 7 at the time.

    • Maurice – “The one who stands nearest to Christ will be he who on earth has drank most deeply of the Spirit of His self-sacrificing love, – love that vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, seeketh not her own …” Ellen G. White

  2. My family were on the first boatload of missionaries to the Solomons after WWII and it was my privilege as a child to live next door to Kata Ragoso and his family. He truly was a prince among men.

Leave a Reply

Please read our Comment Guide Lines and note that we have a full-name policy. Please do not submit AI-generated comments!

Notify me of follow-up comments via e-mail. (You may subscribe without commenting.)

Please make sure you have provided a full name in the "Name" field and a working email address we can use to contact you, if necessary. (Your email address will not be published.)

HTML tags allowed in your comment: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.

Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)

If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.