Grandeur, beauty and a story to match

While I can’t go anywhere because of the Covid-19 shut down, I’ve been blogging about my walks.  One of my walks was to Wairere Falls in the Kaimai ranges, it’s the highest waterfall in the North Island of NZ.

You can come with me if you like.  You can admire the scenery, it’ll get you out of the house and I’ll tell you a story before our walk.  I’m a bit awkward in front of a camera but it’s a story worthy of hearing.  It’s about a young Maori girl called Torore and the power of forgiveness.  You’ll see why, besides their grandeur, Wairere Falls is an important site.

Amongst the earliest missionaries to arrive in New Zealand were a husband and wife who settled in the Waikato and started a mission school near Matamata.  In 1835, the Bible Society published 100 copies of the Gospel of Luke in the Maori language.  Torore was one of their students, and as she began to learn to read, she was given one of these Gospels.  She took the Gospel back to her village and read it to her tribe – and what followed has become one of the most important stories in the history of New Zealand.

Under threat of a neighboring warring Rotorua tribe, the mission school was in the process of relocating to Tauranga and Torore went with them.

On October 19, 1836, while camped at the base of Wairere Falls, a raiding party killed 12-year-old Torore and took her treasured Book of Luke.  Ngakuku, Tarore’s father did not seek utu (revenge), for he had become a Christian.

Later, unable to read, the other chief – the Rotorua chief discarded Tarore’s book until Ripahau, a slave boy read the text aloud to his fascinated listeners and the people understood its true value.

Convicted by the gospel, Uita, Tarore’s murderer also became a Christian.

Risking the customary tribal response of utu (revenge) – Uita sought for and received forgiveness from Ngakuku, the father of Tarore and peace came to the two warring tribes of Rotorua and Waikato.

A local re-telling of this story claims that as the men approached one another tears were shed and they embraced. After Uita humbled himself and repented peace prevailed between the two men and a church was built to honour the message which brought about this reconciliation.

This led to the conversion of many of the Maori tribes.  When missionaries visited both the North and South Islands, they discovered that many of the Maori tribes had already been converted to Christ due to the story of Tarore and her copy of the Gospel of Luke making its rounds…

“For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.”  Hebrews 4:12

The Word Of God was sharper than any taiaha (maori spear) club or double-edged sword and by it the power of utu was broken.

When Tarore’s little book came down to Otaki, the warrior chief Te Rauparaha heard the message and built the Rangiatea Church in Otaki.

Maori warriors

When Tarore’s life was taken at the foot of these falls her little book of Luke became like a fishing net, because when Jesus called his disciples, he said, “follow me and I will make you fishers of men.”  (Matthew 4:17-18)  After his resurrection, when the disciples cast out their nets to catch fish, they caught 153 big fish, and the net didn’t tear. (John 21:11)

The number 153 represents the Kingdom of God and if you want to read another blog post, Number 153, signs and symbols, I’ll show you why.

The height of the Wairere falls is 153 metres.  The significance is not lost on me.  I hope you liked the story and the trip to the falls.

Wairere Falls - Amos 5-24


My walk to Wairere Falls

Tarore’s story: The story of Torore is a taonga – the maori word for treasure or gift.  It is a treasure of the church in NZ.  NZ history and culture is built on it.  When Tarore’s little book came down to Otaki, the warrior chief Te Rauparaha heard the message and built the Rangiatea Church.  Sadly an arsonist burned it down 1995 but a replica was rebuilt and completed in 2003.


Forgive and forget me not

There is a proverb that says “Do not say, “I’ll do to them as they have done to me; I’ll pay them back for what they did.” Proverbs 24:29


In the world, it may seem better and logical to hurt people back.  In New Zealand the Maori word for it is ‘utu’.  Before Christianity came with the light of the Kingdom, the Maori had never ending tribal warfare.  They had no word for forgiveness.

In the Lord’s prayer it says “Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them who trespass against us.”  Its so hard to do, but it does bring peace, if we can do it.  I know that sometimes only God can give us the ability to do it.

Forgiveness is not saying what the offender did was okay. Forgiveness is not inviting victim-hood.   You don’t need to let the offender back into your life.  Nor do you need to trust them.  Trust is earned.

Cherry, one of the characters in my book owed me a big apology.  I can’t even remember if I got it now.  It doesn’t matter, I forgave her, I chose not to let her back into my life, and I moved on.

Fighting the good fight

I was born under the Mazzaroth sign of the scorpion.  It is the sign of wounding.  If I felt trod upon, I would instinctively sting the aggressor in self defense.  We November people are good at it, but it makes us enemies. 

What would Jesus do?  He had his share of aggressors and enemies.  He said; “You have heard that it was said, ‘Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.’  But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also.” Matthew 5:38   

Penguin slap

Do you ever feel like doing this?

That is so hard.  It seems foolish.  We should defend ourselves, right?

The Kingdom way is the opposite of the world’s way.  Jesus knows that the devil is able to exploit any situation where we lash out in retaliation, and He can’t defend us.

If we act in the opposite spirit, we take the power away from the devil, and allow God to act.   This I have found to be true.

In the chapter of my book called ‘Pearls to pigs,’ I did not turn the other cheek, with predictable results.  The devil had a field day.

Luckily the Lord sent me a guide for this step of the journey, Kerri, named ‘Livia’ in the story.  An experienced warrior in the Kingdom, she became my mentor and friend, and helped me through the difficult places on the narrow path.