Thoughts and Quotes to ponder
All missionaries are native in their home culture and foreign in their field culture. You are either "native" where you are, and not a missionary but an evangelist, or you are a non-native and a "missionary" where you have gone. You can't be both a native and a missionary. The phrase "native missionary" is a contradiction in terms.
Ralph D.Winter in Mission Frontiers Nov. 2005
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A Short Story off God’s Grace and Amazing Love!
It was the morning of my 57th birthday. I was at the clinic in my consultation room with a patient when all of a sudden I heard the pharmacy worker, Jeannine calling me to come quickly.
There in the street was a young girl; we will call her Jasmine. She was weeping uncontrollably and I saw a tiny baby on her back. Jeannine told me what had happened. As I bent down, I began to talk to Jasmine in her tribal language: she looked up at me with surprise then started to calm down. We walked together into one of the exam rooms and she began to tell me her story.
She was a schoolgirl that became involved with a boy that had gotten her pregnant and then left her. Her parents had put her out of the house when the child was born, and for 40 days and nights she had been staying in various homes trying to work her way to the city.
She had heard that there was a place in this part of town where people cared and might help her. If she could just find that place! The nights were cold by African standards, and she had slept on the dusty street the night before, trying to keep her self and her baby girl warm.
Jasmine explained that she loved the baby but did not want it anymore, as she needed to get back to school and back to her parents home. That night she had wanted to place the baby under a bush by the road and walk away but for some reason she did not do that.
I looked at the mother and her baby and said that I wanted to tell her a story. I told her what had happed 57 years ago that very morning:
A woman gave birth to a baby with no left hand. She did not want to keep the baby and it was taken straight to an orphanage. I then told her that that baby was I! She looked at me and said, ‘’No that cannot be!’’ I said, ‘’Yes it is true!’’
I explained to her, that like the women that gave birth to me, she had done some things right. She had not tried to abort the baby. She had taken care of it and not left it to die.
We talked about God and what he might do with this young life. ‘’Maybe she will be the first woman Prime Minister in Burkina I said!’’ That made her smile for the first time.
At the end of the morning, after many phone calls, it was decided she would be taken to her village. The mayor himself said that he would care for her and the baby!
I told her that we would see each other soon and that the team at the clinic would pray for her. I told her that we would take more about God, the Lord Jesus and His grace in our lives. She liked that idea very much. As she left I said, ‘your baby does not yet have a name but for me, I shall call her Grace.’’ She smiled and left, and I turned and walked back inside humming that old song, Grace, Grace God’.
Peggy
