In the 1830s a
Maori girl called Tarore lived in the Waikato (New Zealand). She was about 12 years old. Her
father, Ngakuku, was a rangatira—a Maori chief. Life was uncertain. People
traded for guns. There were tensions. War parties could strike at any time. If
people were killed revenge was expected.
Some
missionaries arrived with God's written Word, the Bible. These missionaries, Rev
and Mrs Brown, wanted to teach people to read, so that they could read the Bible
and learn about God's love. Tarore had heard about their school, so she asked
her father, “Please, can I go? I'd like to learn from the book.” Ngakuku
agreed.
At school
Tarore learned about Jesus. Jesus was different. He had great mana. But Jesus
didn't fight back, even when his enemies were going to kill him. Instead, Tarore
learned, Jesus loved people. From the Bible, Tarore learned that Jesus helped
people love each other and taught them to love God. She learnt that Jesus was
the Son of God, and that he died on a cross and rose again. She learned that, by
his death and rising to life again, Jesus defeated the dark powers of the world
and made it possible for us to be right with God. Tarore decided to follow
Jesus.
At this time the first parts of the Maori Bible were being printed. One
of the first was Te Rongopai a Ruka-- the Gospel of Luke. The Browns gave a copy
to Tarore.
As Tarore read
from her book to her people, Ngakuku her father stood nearby and listened to his
daughter. The message about love and peace was new, but it had impact as
Tarore's people thought about the hate and pain of war. Fighting was never far
away.
Ngakuku decided
to take his young people over the Kaimai mountains to Tauranga. They stopped to
spend the night by the Wairere Falls. The group gathered around the campfire.
Perhaps Tarore brought out her Gospel and read to the group. Then, putting her
book under her head, she slept.
But up the valley warriors watched smoke from Tarore's camp rising above
the trees and made their way quietly towards the
sleepers.
Crack! A branch broke. Ngakuku was instantly awake. “What was
that!?”
Crack! There it was again.
“Quick!” shouted Ngakuku, “Into the bush and
hide!”
Ngakuku grabbed his little son and led the way. But where was
Tarore?
When it was safe Ngakuku went back, afraid about what he would find. By a
tree where she had slept, Tarore lay dead. Ngakuku
wept.
“Revenge!” cried others in the group.
“No!” said Ngakuku, “there's been enough
killing!”
“Where is Tarore's book?” someone asked. But it had been
taken.
Uita had taken
the Gospel. Thinking it must be a great treasure, he took it back to Rotorua.
But no one could understand the strange marks. No one, that is, until Ripahau
arrived. Ripahau was a slave from Otaki who had been taken to the Bay of
Islands. He had been taught to read by the missionaries there. His master had
died and now he was returning home.
“I will read it.” said Ripahau. Others gathered around to
hear.
As he listened Uita found the words were a special message for him. “Love
my enemies? But I killed the wahine (girl) who had this book...I want the peace
Jesus brings.”
So Uita sent a
message and asked forgiveness from Ngakuku. And there was peace, not through
force, but through the power of God's Word.
Ripahau left and went on to Otaki. There he taught Tamihana, son of the
great Otaki rangatira Te Rauparaha and his cousin te Whi-whi. He taught them to
read from Tarore's Gospel. But Te Rauparah himself was a fierce man of war.
People feared him.
One day Te Rauparaha's son, Tamihana said, “I do not want war! I want to
follow the way of peace.”
He taught his people from Tarore's book. Te Whi-whi went to Paihia to
bring a missionary to teach them more about Jesus. Even Te Rauparaha began to
change his ways.
Tamihana looked across at the South Island. People lived there in fear of
wars and revenge. He said, “I will take them the message of
peace.”
So he set off in a canoe to the very places where the name of his father
was enough to make people grab their weapons. There he told the people the
things he had learned from Tarore's book—how Jesus had taught that the way of
peace was better than the way of hatred and war.
Six years later
Bishop Selwyn took his missionary journey through New Zealand. No European
missionary had been to the South Island, but Selwyn found the people living in
peace and following Jesus. Many people had learned to read and write. The only
textbook they had known was Tarore's Gospel of Luke and two pages from the Maori
Prayer book.
What about
Ngakuku and Uita? Rev Brown records in his journal that, in 1842, Ngakuku and
Uita met:
“In the evening,
they were engaged together in worshiping God at their prayer meeting and were
apparently on the most friendly terms.--Who but the Christian loves their
enemies?” wrote Brown.
Thanks for this great post. I hope to share it (and other stories from the 19th century Christian Maori) with some elderly Maori people who have neglected their faith.
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Mark B
Thanks for the great story. I hope to share it (along with other great stories of Christian Maori of the 19th century) with some older Maori who have forgotten their amazing Christian Heritage!
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Loved this wonderful story. The power of the gospel! "For I am not ashamed of the Gospel, for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone who believes..." Rom. 1:16
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Wonderful story, beautifully told. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWell,what a story of simple faith, powerful results. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThe story was well written and the battle had good photography i also love that with aniniwa and arapuhi overall very good
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this is so powerful. yo!
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