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"The Art of Work" by Jeff Goins is a guide to finding and pursuing your true calling in life. Drawing on real-life stories and practical advice, Goins explores how to discover your passion, overcome obstacles, and achieve fulfillment in your career and personal life. The book emphasizes the importance of hard work, perseverance, and listening to your inner voice to unlock your potential and create a meaningful life.
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
The Awl
I saw a good Samaritan Slow down and stop. âThis is that kind of road; and none Of my sweet business here.â Atop The hill just to the east he saw The restful spires Of Jericho. âThere is no law,â He thought, âno statute that requires My bother, let alone the chance Of injury.â But conscience rose and put a glance Of his own son for him to see Before his father-eyes. He crossed The lonely road, And whispered to himself, âThe cost Of this assault is not his load Alone. Perhaps his father waits In Jericho.â He knelt. âSuch are the fates Samaritans endure.â Then, âNo! This is a Jew!â And worse, much worse: The man was dead. âNow what?â he thought. âIt is a curse To die and rot without a bed Beneath the ground. And he is young. His father will Be searching soon, perhaps.â He clung To one small metal awl until, In his dead hand, it pierced his skin, As if to say To highway thieves: âNot this, not in My life will this be snatched away.â The good Samaritan put him Upon his beast, And set his face to do the grim, Bleak work of bearing the deceased Up to Jerusalem to find A leather row Where some young tanner had been signed To take a load to Jericho. He stopped at the first shop, âCan you Say if a man Was sent with leather goods down through The road to Jericho?â âI can. But hardly yet a man! In age, Or worth, I think. For all I know, his grief and rage Drove him to steal the lot, and drink His sorry way to Gerasa. His fatherâs sick With fear. There was a bruhaha The night he left. He tried to stick A man because his motherâs name Was smeared. He slashed Him with a tannerâs awl. He came By here to get his load, and lashed It to his mule and disappeared. His mother died Last year. The old man with the beard, Down at the corner, right hand side, Thatâs his dad.â âThank you.â Hesitant, And burdened down With death, he waited at the front, Until the old man, with a frown, Said, âWhat you got for sale there, sir?â âItâs not for sale, Or trade, or deals. But if it were, Youâd pay me anything. This veil Lies on the treasure of your life: Your son. And in His hand, unstolen in the strife. There is an awl thrust through his skin.â The old man lifted up the cloak, And put it back. âI found him on the road.â âYour folk Hate Jews, my friend. And thereâs no lack Of corpses on that road. What do You want from me For this?â âI want to know from you About the awl. And I would be Obliged if you would tell me what It means.â âAll right. A year ago, tonight, we shut His motherâs eyes. And every light Went out for him. But just before She died, she called Him. It was early, and a score Of birds were singing. So enthralled, She seemed, then said to him, âMy child, With singing birds, I give you now my awl.ââ He smiled, âShe always had a way with words.â John Piper