Frantically, I searched for a place to sit as waves of nausea washed over me. I felt the darkness of a blackout creeping up on me like a wild jungle cat ready to pounce at any minute. Fortunately, there was a motorcycle behind me that I could lean against and a table I could lay my head on. Sweat poured from my body as I fought to keep from losing my lunch.

I had just witnessed my first animal sacrifice at a Pnong wedding. I prayed that God would help me keep my stomach and consciousness. In the same breath, I thanked Him for allowing Jesus to be sacrificed on the cross for my sins. I am so thankful we don’t need to offer sacrifices anymore. I long for the day that my Pnong brothers and sisters accept Jesus and the sacrifice He made for them on the cross.

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