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About the Book
"Holy Spirit, Your Helper" by Faith A. Oyedepo is a Christian book that explores the role of the Holy Spirit in the lives of believers. The book delves into how the Holy Spirit can provide guidance, comfort, and empowerment to Christians who seek to deepen their relationship with God. Oyedepo provides practical insights and biblical wisdom to help readers connect with the Holy Spirit and experience the fullness of His power in their daily lives.
Helen Roseveare
âIf Christ be God and died for me, then no sacrifice can be too great for me to make for him.â That was her missionâs motto. In 1953, Helen sailed for the Congo with hopes of serve Christ as a medical missionary with WEC (Worldwide Evangelization Crusade). For so many years sheâd dreamed of being a missionary. As a young girl, sheâd hear stories of her aunt and uncleâs experiences on the mission field, and now she was eager to have her own stories to tell.
In 1925, Helen Roseveare was born in England. Because education was a high priority for her father, Helen was sent to a prestigious all girls school when she was 12. After that, she went to Cambridge. It was during her time in college that she became a Christian, truly understanding the gospel for the first time. She left her Anglo-Catholic background and became an evangelical. Her focus was to finish her medical degree and prepare herself for the mission field.
After she became a doctor, Helen sailed to minister in the Congo. She was highly intelligent and efficient, but her role as a woman created struggles with her fellow missionaries and nationals. In that time period, single missionaries were seen as second-class citizens of the mission station. In the Congo, the medical needs were overwhelming. She couldnât just stand by and watch all the suffering around her. She was determined to make a difference. She dreamed of establishing a training center where nurses would be taught the Bible and basic medicine and then sent back to their villages to handle routine cases, teach preventive medicine, and serve as lay evangelists. She didnât have approval from her colleagues, who believed that medical training for nationals was not a valid use of time, evangelism and discipleship were more important.
Despite the conflict with them, after only two years after arriving in the Congo, she had build a combination hospital/ training center in Ibambi, and her first four students had passed their government medical exams. Her colleagues werenât as excited about her progress as she was. They felt that she was wasting time, so they decided that she would better serve the Congo by relocating in Nebobongo, living in an old leprosy camp that had become overgrown by the jungle. Helen argued that she must stay and continue the nursing training in Ibambi, but they insisted that she move. It was a major setback, but she went. Starting from scratch again, she built another hospital there and continued training African nurses. Still, she was strong-willed and seemed to be a threat to many of her male colleagues. In 1957, they decided to relocate John Harris, a young British doctor, and his wife to Nebobongo to make him Helenâs superior. Dr. Harris even took charge of leading the Bible class that sheâd taught. She was devastated. Sheâd been her own boss for too long, and although she tried to let go of control, she just couldnât. Everything that had been hers was now his. This resulted in tension between them, of course. Her independence was her greatest strength, but also a definite weakness. She did not know how to submit to imperfect leadership. In 1958, after over a year of struggling with who was in control in Nebobongo, Helen left for England for a furlough. She was disillusioned with missionary work and felt like she might not ever go back to the Congo.
Back in England, she really struggled with why she had all these issues between herself and the male leaders in the Congo. She began to convince herself that her problem was her singleness. What she needed was a doctor-husband to work with her and be on her side during the power struggles! She didnât think that was too much to ask. So, she asked God for a husband, and told Him that she wouldnât go back as a missionary until she was married. She met a young doctor and decided he would be the one. (She wasnât very patient in waiting on the Lordâs timing.) She bought new clothes, permed her hair, and resigned from the mission, all to try and win his love. He did care for her, but not enough to marry her. Helen was heartbroken, mostly because sheâd wasted so much time and money trying to force her plan into reality - without God.
Still single, Helen returned to the mission and left for Congo in 1960. It was a tense time for that country. They had been seeking independence for a long time, so a huge civil war was on the verge of beginning. Many missionaries left because the risk was so high. Helen had no plans of going home. She believed that God had truly called her back to Congo and that He would protect her if she stayed. She was joined by a few other single women, who made it difficult for the men, they didnât want to look like sissies. She was given charge of the medical base in Nebobongo because John Harris and his wife left on furlough. She had so many opportunities to minister in the midst of the turmoil. She was sure that God had her right where He wanted her to be. She continued to learn to see God in the details of her life, to trust him more fully. She had been coming closer to total trust in God all of her life, between bouts of depression, sometimes feeling that she was not really a Christian because she was capable of spells of anger and bitterness and other sins. âI was unable to reach the standard I myself had set, let alone Godâs. Try as I would, I met only frustration in this longing to achieve, to be worthy.â She came to recognize that hatred of sin is a gift of the Holy Spirit.
Rebels were gaining strength, and there were reports of missionaries being attacked. Helen endured a burglary and an attempted poisoning, but always in her mind the situation was improving. She felt that she had to stay, because there was so much need and so many people depending on her. On August 15, the rebels took control of Nebobongo, and Helen was in captivity for the next 5 months. On the night of October 29, Helen was overpowered by rebel soldiers in her little bungalow. She tried to escape, but they found her and dragged her to her feet, struck her over the head and shoulders, flung her to the ground, kicked her, struck her over and over again. She was pushed back into her house and raped brutally without mercy. Helen suffered more sexual brutality before her release. God used this in her life to minister to other single women missionaries who feared that theyâd lost their purity due to a rape and thus their salvation. Helen knew that her relationship with God had not been damaged. She had not failed God in any way because of the rapes. Finally, on December 31, 1964 she was rescued. Helen had a sense of joy and relief, but also a sense of deep sorrow as she heard of many of her friendsâ martyrdom.
Helen returned to Africa for the third time in March of 1966. She served for 7 more years, but it was full of turmoil and disappointment. The Congo had changed since the war. There was a new spirit of independence and nationalism. They no longer respected the doctor whoâd sacrificed so much for them. Helen left Africa in 1973 with a broken spirit. Her 20 years of service in Africa ended in defeat and discouragement.
When she got home, she went through a very, very lonely period in her life. She turned to God. He was all she had. Instead of bitterness there was a new spirit of humility and a new appreciation for what Jesus had done for her on the cross. God was molding her for her next ministry. She became an internationally acclaimed spokes-woman for Christian missions. Her candid honesty was refreshing in a profession known as one of super sainthood. Helen mobilized people by showing them that God used imperfect people with real struggles to be his ambassadors to the unreached world.
By Rebecca HIckman
SOURCES
Roseveare, Helen: Give Me This Mountain (1966)
Roseveare, Helen: He Gave Us a Valley (1976)
Tucker, Ruth A.: From Jerusalem to Irian Jaya
Food Rules
A graduate student sits at a booth with friends, his second drink near empty. âCan I refill you?â the waiter asks. A mother sees the chocolate as she reaches for her youngestâs sippy cup. She tries not to eat sugar in the afternoons, but sheâs tired and stressed, and the children arenât looking. A father comes back to the kitchen after putting the kids down. Dinner is done, but the leftover pizza is still sitting out. The day has drained him, and another few pieces seem harmless. Compared to the battles many fight â against addiction, against pornography, against anger, against pride â scenarios such as these may seem too trivial for discussion. Donât we have bigger sins to worry about than the gluttony of secret snacks and third helpings? And yet, food is a bigger battleground than many recognize. Do you remember Mosesâs terse description of the worldâs first sin? She took of its fruit and ate , and she also gave some to her husband who was with her, and he ate . (Genesis 3:6) Murder did not bar Adam and Eve from paradise â nor did adultery, theft, lying, or blasphemy. Eating  did. Our first parents ate their way out of Eden. And in our own way, so do we. Garden of Eating Food problems, whether large (buffet binging) or small (hidden, uncontrolled snacking), go back to the beginning. Our own moments before the refrigerator or the cupboard can, in some small measure, reenact that moment by the tree. And apart from well-timed grace from God, we often respond in one of two ungodly ways. âOur first parents ate their way out of Eden. And in our own way, so do we.â Some, like Adam and Eve, choose to indulge . They sense, on some level, that to eat is to quiet the voice of conscience and weaken the walls of self-control (Proverbs 25:28). They would recognize, if they stopped to ponder and pray, that this âeating is not from faithâ (Romans 14:23). But they neither stop, nor ponder, nor pray. Instead, they tip their glass for another drink, snatch and swallow the chocolate, grab a few more slices. Wisdomâs protest avails little against the suggestion of âjust one more.â âSince Eden,â Derek Kidner writes, âman has wanted the last ounce out of life, as though beyond Godâs âenoughâ lay ecstasy, not nauseaâ ( Proverbs , 152). And so, the indulgent drink and grab and sip and snack, forgetting that their grasping leads them, not deeper into Edenâs heart, but farther outside Edenâs walls, where, nauseous and bloated, they bow to the god called âbellyâ (Philippians 3:19; see also Romans 16:18). Meanwhile, others choose to deny . Their motto is not âEat, drink, be merryâ (Luke 12:19), but âDo not handle, do not taste, do not touchâ (Colossians 2:21). They frantically count calories, buy scales, and build their lives on the first floor of the food pyramid. Though they may not impose their diets on others, at least for themselves they ârequire abstinence from foods that God created to be received with thanksgivingâ (1 Timothy 4:3) â as if one should see Edenâs lawful fruit and say, âIâm good with grass.â If our God-given appetites are a stallion, some let the horse run unbridled, while others prefer to shut him up in a stable. Still others, of course, alternate (sometimes wildly) between the two. In Christ, however, God teaches us to ride. Appetite Redeemed Paulâs familiar command to âbe imitators of me, as I am of Christâ (1 Corinthians 11:1) comes, surprisingly enough, in the context of food  (see 1 Corinthians 8â10, especially 8:7â13 and 10:14â33). And the Gospels tell us why: in Jesus, we find appetite redeemed. âThe Son of Man came eating and drinking,â Jesus says of himself (Matthew 11:19) â and he wasnât exaggerating. Have you ever noticed just how often the Gospels mention food? Jesusâs first miracle multiplied wine (John 2:1â11); two of his most famous multiplied bread (Matthew 14:13â21; 15:32â39). He regularly dined as a guest at othersâ homes, whether with tax collectors or Pharisees (Mark 2:13â17; Luke 14:1). He told parables about seeds and leaven, feasts and fattened calves (Matthew 13:1â9, 33; Luke 14:7â11; 15:11â32). When he met his disciples after his resurrection, he asked, âHave you anything here to eat?â (Luke 24:41) â another time, he took the initiative and cooked them breakfast himself (John 21:12). No wonder he thought it good for us to remember him over a meal (Matthew 26:26â29). And yet, for all of his freedom with food, he was no glutton or drunkard. Jesus could feast, but he could also fast â even for forty days and forty nights when necessary (Matthew 4:2). At meals, you never get the sense that he was preoccupied with his plate; rather, God and neighbor were his constant concern (Mark 2:13â17; Luke 7:36â50). And so, when the tempter found him in his weakness, and suggested he make bread to break his fast, our second Adam gave a resolute no  (Matthew 4:3â4). Here is a man who knows how to ride a stallion. While some indulged, and others denied, our Lord Jesus directed  his appetite. Meeting Edenâs Maker If we are going to imitate Jesus in his eating, we will need more than the right food rules. Adam and Eve did not fall, youâll remember, for lack of a diet. No, we imitate Jesusâs eating only as we enjoy the kind of communion he had with the Father. This touches the root of the failure at the tree, doesnât it? Before Eve reached for the fruit, she let the serpent cast a shadow over her Fatherâs face. She let him convince her that the God of paradise, as Sinclair Ferguson writes, âwas possessed of a narrow and restrictive spirit bordering on the malignâ ( The Whole Christ , 80). The god of the serpentâs beguiling was a misanthrope deity, one who kept his best fruit on forbidden trees. And so, Eve reached. But through Jesus Christ, we meet God again: the real Maker of Eden, and the only one who can break and tame our appetites. Here is the God who made all the earthâs food; who planted trees on a hundred hills and said, âEat!â (Genesis 2:16); who feeds his people from âthe abundance of [his] house,â and gives âthem drink of the river of [his] delightsâ (Psalm 36:8); who does not withhold anything good from his own (Psalm 84:11); and who, in the fullness of time, withheld not even the greatest of all goods: his beloved Son (Romans 8:32). âWe eat, drink, and abstain to the glory of God only when we, like Jesus, taste God himself as our choicest food.â Unlike Adam and Eve, Jesus ate (and abstained) in the presence of this unfathomably good God. And so, when he ate, he gave thanks to the Giver (Matthew 14:19; 1 Corinthians 11:24). When he ran up against his Fatherâs âYou shall not eat,â he did not silence conscience or discard self-control, but feasted on something better than bread alone (Matthew 4:4). âMy food,â he told his disciples, âis to do the will of him who sent me and to accomplish his workâ (John 4:34). He knew there was a time to eat and a time to abstain, and that both times were governed by the goodness of God. We eat, drink, and abstain to the glory of God only when we, like Jesus, taste God himself as our choicest food (1 Corinthians 10:31; Psalm 34:8). Direct Your Appetite Admittedly, the line between just enough  and too much  is a blurry one, and even the most mature can fail to notice that border until theyâve eaten beyond it. Even still, between the overflowing plate of indulgence and the empty plate of denial is a third plate, one we increasingly discern and choose as the Spirit refines our heartâs palate. Here, we neither indulge nor deny our appetites, but like our Lord Jesus, we direct  them. So then, there you are, ready to grab another portion, take another drink, down another handful, though your best spiritual wisdom dictates otherwise. You are ready, in other words, to reach past Godâs âenoughâ once again. What restores your sanity in that moment? Not repeating the rules with greater fervor, but following the rules back to the mouth of an infinitely good God. When you sense that you have reached Godâs âenoughâ â perhaps through briefly stopping, pondering, praying â you have reached the wall keeping you from leaving the Eden of communion with Christ, that Food better than all food (John 4:34). And so, you walk away, perhaps humming a hymn to the God who is good: Thou art giving and forgiving, Ever blessing, ever blest, Wellspring of the joy of living, Ocean depth of happy rest! This is the Maker of Eden, the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. And if the real God is this  good, then we need not grasp for what he has not given.