A Mission Trip To Donameeka

You may not have heard of Donameeka or where it is located; or that it is a fertile field for mission efforts, but I learned all about that little country when I first met Grandma and Grandpa Luther. We were discussing the responsibilities of all Christians to go around the world to carry the gospel message, and Cathy and I were telling them about the experiences we had on a mission trip to Budapest, Hungary. Grandpa then told us that he and Grandma had recently gone to Donameeka to take the good news to that island. Since I had never heard of the island, I had him repeat the name and he clearly said “Donameeka.” After several more questions concerning the island’s location and its’ approximate size, I finally determined that the site of their mission trip was Dominica which is a tiny Caribbean island in the Lesser Antilles region. When I thought I knew the true name of the country, I said to Grandpa, “You mean the Republic of Dominica?” He replied with a chuckle and one of his typical responses, “I guess that’s it – whatever you want to call it!” He continued calling the island “Donameeka,”  and I heard him say it so often, that is now what I call it. It is hard for me to pronounce it “Domineeka.”

As Grandpa was describing their trip to the island, their experience also had an unusual “Luther twist,” just like the name of the country. About 6 months prior to their journey, both Grandma and Grandpa were attending a Child Evangelism Fellowship conference in Florida, where they heard a missionary from Dominica speak of the opportunities for witness for the Lord Jesus, and the open doors that were present on that tiny island. They heard that the country had a total population of less than 80,000 (similar to ancient Nineveh), and it was the prayerful goal of the Dominican missionaries that the entire population would soon be saved. The Luther’s began praying for the people of the island, and that the missionaries would have the supernatural power to witness to every person. After praying for the missionaries for several months, Grandma told Grandpa that the Lord had told her they needed to go to Dominica to aid in that mission effort. Grandpa told her to “buy the tickets and we’ll go there, if that is what the Lord told you.” She contacted the Dominican missionary to coordinate the best dates for them to come, and when a date was settled for their arrival, the missionary said he would meet them at the airport. He told them that the flight from Miami arrived in Dominica about midnight.

They drove their van to Miami in order to save the money of an expensive flight from Northwest Arkansas. The drive to Miami took almost 2 days, and they slept in their van at a rest area in Alabama to save the additional cost of a motel room. They boarded the plane in Miami for the 2+ hour flight to Dominica and when they arrived, Grandpa said the airport was very small with only a few people there. As they entered the terminal, the missionary was nowhere to be found. After about an hour’s wait, they asked the only person at the airline counter if he knew the missionary they were seeking, and he said that he had never heard of him. He also told them that he knew most of the missionaries on the island of the Dominican Republic! Grandpa said in his usual loud voice, “I thought this was supposed to be Donameeka!” In the midst of this new surprise and confusion, they determined that when Grandma called the airline to book their tickets, the agent misunderstood her and booked 2 seats on a flight to the Dominican Republic instead of Dominica. Neither Grandma nor Grandpa had checked their tickets to discover the error.

They asked the agent at this terminal what could be done, and according to Grandma, the only thing he knew to do, was contact a local law enforcement officer whom Grandma called the “Chief of Police.” When he finally arrived, he told Grandma she needed to accompany him to his headquarters where he could make the necessary phone calls to get them on their way. In the meantime, Grandpa had gone to the restroom without telling Grandma where he was going, and when she couldn’t find him, she went alone with “the Chief.” When Grandpa began searching for Grandma, he was told “she went off with the Police Chief.” Grandpa just sat down and waited. When she finally returned about an hour and a half later, she had obtained tickets for a flight back to Miami where they could book another flight to their intended destination of Dominica. Apparently there were no flights from Dominica to the Dominican Republic. She also told Grandpa that she had a chance to witness the love of Jesus to the “Police Chief,” and he had prayed to receive Christ as his Savior. Grandma never missed an opportunity to witness for her Savior, and she had this law officer all to herself for over 2 hours!

They finally made it safely to Dominica and connected with the missionary. They said the time spent in “Donameeka” was a wonderful learning experience for them, and they were able to tell countless people on the island that Jesus loved them and that He came to earth as a man to save them. In recounting this story to Cathy and me, Grandma and Grandpa were not sure just how many people on “Donameeka” were saved at that time, but they did know for sure that the ” Police Chief on that other island” was saved, and he could have been the very reason that God sent them on that particular mission trip (with a slight detour).

Dr. John

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2 thoughts on “A Mission Trip To Donameeka

    • There are thousands of stories about them that are yet untold. When we get to glory and they are unfolded, we’ll know the full glory of the effect of their lives of unselfish service. What a heritage!

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