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served God together (Nehemiah 7:2). 6. Sisters like Mary and Martha who re ceived Jesus into their home and into their lives (Luke 10:38). 7. Preachers like Paul who " in weakness and in fear and in much trembling" presented the truth in the power of the Spirit (1 Corin thians 2:1-5). 8. Servants of God like Barnabas. "He was a good man, and full of the Holy Ghost and of fa ith" (Acts 11:24). 9. Lovers of the Bible like the Bereans. "They received the word with all readiness of mind and searched the scriptures daily" (Acts 17:11).
]. Fathers like Abraham. "He will com mand his children and his household after him, and they shall keep the way of the Lord" (Gen esis 18:19). 2. Mothers like Hannah. "As long as he (her son) liveth he shall be lent to the Lord" (1 Samuel 1:28). 3. Boys like Jesus. He returned with His parents to Nazareth, "and was subject unto them" (Luke 2:51). 4. Girls like the little maid who told her mistress that God could heal Naaman's lep rosy (2 Kings 5:1-3). 5. Brothers like Nehemiah and Hanani who
in my heart, I sit down at the wheel and put it into reverse. Then they push me backwards (faster than I could coast) and I let out the clutch— and wonder of wonders, it starts! I go on up the slippery, deeply-rutted hill before stopping for my passengers. Then as we are pulling on up through the grass on the overgrown road, a group of men approach. The chief has heard of my predicament and has sent them to help me. But we are now gaily and thankfully on our way! Soon we are back at Ekua, where we enjoy the blessings of home. After a good breakfast and a hot bath, we start out again for that day’s sched uled meetings. It was not till later that day that I realized how the car lights came to be on. While we were driving the day before, I had hung my straw hat n the light switch lever, never dre i- ing it was heavy enough to pul’ t ie lever down and put on the light.-.. I had thought I was smart to find such a good place to hang the hat, where it could neither be crushed by things in the packed car, nor sat upon by the people who more than filled its seats. As a result of my misjudgment, with in a few days all four of us who spent that night in the car were “ down,” each for from three to six days, with bad chest congestion and fever! Thoughtlessness and forgetfulness have their inevitable effects out here on the mission field, as you see from this experience. Lost time and oppor tunities result from wrong judgments. I used it all as an illustration to my girls: seemingly unimportant things, insignificant details, can rob us of power and keep us from functioning properly as Christians. Is some little “ weight” possibly hanging on you, draining your “power” and dimming your “ light?”
ist’s village. One woman (one of my girls recently married) and my two girls stay with me. So we settle down for the night: I, wet arid cold in the front seat with only the raincoat over me and the three other back on the station- wagon platform, with a borrowed blanket over them and some pieces of old tarpaulin which I carry in the car. Soon they are sound asleep, but alas, not I! A ll I can hear in the darkness of the night is the rain beating on the roof of the car, the roaring of the swift current behind us and the deep, regular breathing of the sleeping girls. In about two hours the rain has stopped and the stars are shining. I hear distant voic es approaching! Who could be pass ing at this hour, away out here in the grass? The voices are muted as they approach and silent as they pass; Lying on the seat, I look up and out at an angle and I see what looks like bunches of firewood and grass pass ing by, silhouetted against the now star-spangled sky. I sit up and look out. Yes, they are building a big roar ing fire about fifty yards up the road and are lying down to sleep by it un der the open sky. It is Enoka and some of the others, come to guard us! They would not heed my words, to go to rest in the village and my as surances that I would be all right. Here they are, as soon as the rain stops! The night is long and cold, and I am clammy and cold under the rubber as I twist and turn through the long hours, trying to find the best position under that scanty coat. Try as I do, I cannot stop the gaps; the cold al ways comes in somewhere! At the first promise of dawn, and after about 15 minutes’ sleep, I emerge from the car damp and rumpled and with hair
askew, go up the hill and find a place on a mat by our “ guards.” With my back to the fire, I am soon warmed up and I realize I was foolish not to have come out much sooner. Sitting there with the others on a papyrus mat, listening to the morning sounds of birds and the croaking of a hun dred frog-voices, I watch God paint
Native offers beer and prays to his de parted ancestors. the grey clouds pink — first faint, then rich and deep — against a back ground of turquoise and developing blue, until the whole vast expanse of sky is a wonderful blaze of color and glory! I will always remember that sunrise in the open. Then coming back to the mundane things of life, I return to the car, comb my hair and eat two bananas (no supper last evening!). When the crowd gathers and the women return (they say they could not sleep for worrying about me!) we ready ourselves for the crucial test. W ill the battery have gained any power in the night? With a prayer
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JANUARY. 1963
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