Created by God.
Overtaken by nature.
Overflowing with life.
Simultaneously ruled by over twenty different tribes, each with their own culture and customs.
Man was given the responsibility to take authority and have dominion.
But amongst their own species there was fighting.
There were conflicts.
Although the challenges were many, nothing compared to what they would face encountering the quickly modernizing world.
First, the Dutch and the Spanish, then the Chinese and the Japanese.
These tribes were like a lone hare hidden in the grass of the great plains.
The outsiders were like beasts of the land waiting in ambush, confronting the less advanced tribes and constantly fighting for control of trade routes and resources.
Politics and religion.
Money and power.
The blood of the tribes gave rise to the outside powers.
The westerners succeeded power to the Chinese.
The Chinese succeeded to the Japanese during WWII until finally the island was claimed by China, but which China?
The People's Republic of China or the Republic of China?
The same fight for resources and power plays out before the watching world while the lost tribes are given material benefits to hide the scars of the past.
Small quiet voices are drowned out in the sea of revolution.
The age of the tribes is past.
The greatness of the empire still fights for control of its greatest resource (man) and the authority they were given.
Man's right to have dominion was tainted by the darkness that entered their souls.
A small story in the volumes of history.
And to whom does the island truly belong?
It belongs to the one who created it.
Man is just the steward.
But how well will we steward what we've been given?
Will we abuse and control, or take care of and cultivate?
If there's one thing I've learned from my travels, it's that people are selfish and greedy, fearful of going without and constantly fighting for more.
We are no different than the conquerors that exploited the weak.
And yet we still have a duty to have dominion over this island.
But I tell you the truth, there's only one way the island can truly be saved.
It's only when the men who rule it are purged of their fears and violence.
There is only one who can re-birth your spirit within you to see the world through God's eyes.
It's Jesus, who took our place of darkness so that he could destroy the fear and violence within us.
He became the curse plaguing the island so that we could be free to be the light reigning in love.
There is a place on this island called WuTai.
It is a remarkable place, hidden in the mountains deep in the center of the island.
The local inhabitants are remnants of those ancient tribes, but they are different now.
The good news of Jesus Christ entered their culture, not to destroy it, but to reform and empower it.
There is a unique expression of Christian aboriginals who welcome the Dutch, Spanish, Chinese, and Japanese tourists traveling through their home.
They are not vengeful against their conquerors, but love them and welcome them to witness a new type of life you will be hard to find in metropolitan centers.
These Christian tribes are an expression of a people born again to have dominion over their land.
Their lifestyle and temperament give us the answer for whom the island belongs.
It belongs to man, but not those who will abuse with fearful hearts, scared they will lose what was never theirs in the first place.
It belongs to the new man, who will rule with authority from God, taking care of the weak and realizing the potential of hidden treasures in nature.
The age of the tribes is past.
The age of the empire is coming to an end.
A new day is coming.
A new kingdom is here.
At the end of it all, you will hear remnants from every tribe and ethnicity standing before the throne of the King and shouting, "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty!"
Nations and empires will pass away, but those faithful to their creator will rule with him forever in peace and love.
This is the dream of the island.
This is Taiwan.