I found the following while reading the life of John Paton. He was a missionary of the old school to the South Pacific. I found some interesting things in his book about learning the language. Let me have you read them and consider them.
At first the Tannese came in crowds to look at us and at everything we or had. We knew nothing of their language. We could not speak a single word to them nor them to us. We smiled and nodded and made signs to each other, this was our first meeting and parting. One day a man lifted up one of our things and said to his friend, “Nunksi nari enu?” I guessed that he was asking, “What is this?” Instantly lifting a piece of wood, I repeated, “Nunksi nari enu?”
They smiled and spoke to each other. I understood them to be saying, “He has got hold of our language now.” Then they told me their name for the thing that I had pointed to. I found that they understood my question “What is this?” I could now get the name of everything around us! We carefully noted the name of everything around us! We carefully noted every name they gave us, spelling all phonetically, and making special notes on each strange sound. By painstaking comparison of different circumstances, we tested our own guesses by cross questioning the islanders. One day I saw two males approaching. One, a stranger, pointed at me and said, “Se nangin?” Concluding that he was asking my name, I pointed to one of them, and looking at the other, asked, “Se nangin?” They smiled and gave me their names. Now we were able to get the names of both things and persons. Our ears became familiarized with the distinctive sounds of their language. We made extraordinary progress in attempting bits of conversation and in reducing their speech to a written form for the first time.
By the way, by hard work, time, and mixing with the people they learned the language and went on to do great things for God. Yes, they got discouraged and it hurt and they missed home but they knew that God had called them and so they just stayed. By the way, Brother Paton’s wife got pregnant and gave birth to their child on 2121859. They had not been gone from home even one year yet. On March 3 she died. On March 20 the baby died. As she lay dying she said, “You must not think that I regret coming here. If I had the same thing to do over again, I would do it with far more pleasure, yes, with all my heart!” Language learning, losing a wife, losing a child but he didn’t quit. He went on to become one of the missionary heroes of all time.
God grant us faith and strength to keep on keeping on!!
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