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February 2022 Newsletter
I was a small boy at camp meeting in Brisbane when I met Kata Ragoso. After so many years, I have never forgotten his face. In my childish imagination, he reminded me of Christ – or at least what I thought God looked like. His name, pronounced Kata Rangaso, meant, “no devil strings.” He was a native of faraway Solomon Islands, and came from the infamous Marovo Lagoon. His people, at least when he was child, were cannibals and headhunters. They were also devil worshippers who kept the skulls of their enemies in the terrifying temple of demons.