Rachel and Steve Saint Testimony

Rachel Saint always wanted to be a missionary when she grew up. Do you know what a missionary is? Somebody who travels to another country and tells people who have never heard of Jesus, all the Jesus stories.  Why do you think they would do a crazy thing like that? Because Jesus commanded us to go to all the people in the world and teach them everything he taught us – but only if they want to hear about it. If you get there and the people aren’t interested, that’s OK, Jesus said just move on to a different place. But everybody in the whole world should at least get a chance to decide for themselves if the teachings of Jesus are true or not.

Natives and problem of violence

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Rachel wanted to tell Jesus stories to the Waorani Indians of Ecuador.  Of all the people in the world, why do you think Rachel wanted to tell the Waorani Indians stories about Jesus?  (1) No missionary had ever been there before. The Waorani had never even heard the word “Jesus.  (2) The Waorani had a big problem, a “cycle of violence.”  Here’s how a cycle of violence works.  Your friend hits you.  So you get your brother and hit him back. Then, he gets his big sister and she hits you back. Then, you get your big brother and he hits her and her brother. And it just goes on and on and on. Except the Waoranis didn’t just hit each other. They killed each other with spears. Even little boys were taught how to kill people with spears if they did something to hurt your family.  Rachel thought, maybe if the Waorani people learn about not taking revenge, they will have a happier life.

Men and Women and child

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Rachel worked for an organization called the Wyclyffe Translators. Her part of the job was to learn the Waorani language and make a dictionary of all their words. Then, after she learned their language she would re-write the whole Bible in their language and give it to them as a gift. The Waorani people could decide for themselves if they believed it or not.  Rachel wasn’t alone. There was a team of 5 missionaries who were working together to make a Bible for the Waoranis. One of them was her brother, Nate. Nate’s job was to fly the airplane into the jungle and drop off food and supplies. Nate was married and had a little 5 year old boy named Steve.

Steve and readiness to die

Steve didn’t like that his Dad was a missionary. Every time he saw his Dad get in a plane, he was afraid it would crash. Or, he was afraid the Indians might spear his Dad to death. Steve had heard about how the Indians were good at killing people with their spears.  But Steve’s Dad said, “Son, I am ready to go to heaven any time God wants me to come. But the Waorani are not ready yet.  So I have to go make friends with them.” He began a gift exchange with them. Jim Elliot, another member of the missionary team put it like this, “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.”

Plane airdrop, Heavenly Vision

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One day Steve’s worst fear came true.  His dad and 4 other men landed their plane near the Waorani tribe and all of them were speared to death.  But a funny thing happened to the man who killed Steve’s dad.  His name was Mincaye. After Mincaye killed Steve’s dad, he suddenly knew this was a holy man, and he felt remorse.

Women Move In

After the five men were killed, two of the women made a courageous choice. Steve’s aunt, Rachel, and Jim Elliot’s wife, Elizabeth, continued the gift exchange until the Waorani invited them to come live with their people. Maybe women were less threatening. It also didn’t hurt that Elizabeth Elliot had a two year old daughter.

Translating

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It took years for the women to learn the language, the cultural context, and create an alphabet. Finally, the day came when they assembled a team of volunteers to help them translate the New Testament from Greek, and then the Old Testament from Hebrew. One of the first things the volunteers noticed about following the “trail of Jesus” is that he teaches his followers to never take revenge.

One By One

One day, when the men were organizing a revenge killing, one of the translators refused to participate because he was beginning to have faith in Jesus. The other men ridiculed, ostracized and persecuted him, but the translator held firm. At the next revenge killing, a second man refused to participate. Everybody ganged up on him, too. To make a long story short, the cycle of violence stopped. The Waorani people went from one of the most violent cultures in the world to one of the most peaceful.

Angry Teenager

While all these wonderful things were happening to Rachel, Elizabeth, and the Waoranis, Steve was growing up with his single mom in Florida. Steve wished he had a dad like all the other kids. He grew into an angry teenager. Aunt Rachel had an idea. Why don’t you let him come live in the jungle with me for a while?  Steve’s mom thought that was a great idea.

Mincaye

Do you remember the name of the man who killed Steve’s father? It is pronounced min-kie-yay.  How do you think Mincaye felt when he heard that the son of the man he killed was coming for a visit? Mincaye knew what he had to do. He asked Steve to meet him alone at the very spot where Steve’s dad was murdered. He brought his spear. Steve never forgot that moment when his father’s killer told him exactly what happened that day ten years ago.  Mincaye said, “Your father was a holy man. I have regretted what I did every day since. It is our custom that when I murder an innocent man, the son has the right to kill me.” He handed Steve the spear. Steve said he would not actually spear somebody, but in his heart he truly wanted to.

A Father

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Mincaye asked Aunt Rachel, “What is wrong with Steve? He doesn’t know how to climb a tree or track animals. He doesn’t even know how to use a blow gun!” Aunt Rachel said, “Steve doesn’t have a father to teach him.” Mincaye replied, “I took away his father, so I will be a father to him.”  He taught Steve how to use a blow gun, to track animals, to fish, and to climb trees. Steve forgave Mincaye. What do you think happened to all that anger in Steve’s heart? It melted away.

Visiting

Every year after that, Steve would visit Mincaye. Sometimes Mincaye would visit Steve in Florida. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw an American grocery store! Other than that, he said people are the same underneath. When Steve got married and had children, they called Mincaye “grandfather”. Mincaye loved playing with the children. Guess what he taught them to do? Climb trees and track animals. You can’t use a blow gun in Florida.

Injury

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Steve started I-TEC, a company that invents helicopters and other machines to help jungle missionaries get in and out safely. On June 13, 2012, he was seriously injured by a falling piece of equipment while testing it. He was partially paralyzed from the neck down. Mincaye flew up and cared for him in Florida. To this day, Mincaye has been a father to Steve and Steve has been a son to Mincaye.

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Many people I know think that it is wrong for missionaries to go to a different country and tell people about Jesus. They say missionaries will ruin their culture. And, who are you to think your religion is better than theirs. What do you think?  What do you imagine the Waorani think?

 

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Bibliography

Benge, Janet & Geoff, Nate Saint: On a Wing and a Prayer, YWAM Publishing, Seattle, WA, 1998.

By Nancy’s Testimonials at Nancy’s Hero Stories

Afraid of What?

E.H. Hamilton, a Presbyterian missionary to China, wrote the poem below to reflect upon and commemorate the martyrdom of his fellow missionary J.W. Vinson (1880-1931). In October 1931, as Vinson visited some believers 18 miles from his mission station, the area was overwhelmed by a group of 600 bandits. Vinson was taken hostage along with around 150 others. Offered freedom if he would write a letter to the commanding officer of government troops telling them to withdraw, Vinson declined “unless all the hostages are released”. The bandit chief refused and Vinson was shot and killed. His decapitated body was later found by Edward Currie, and he was buried in the small missionary cemetery in Haichow.

As his captors prepared to execute Vinson, waving a gun in his face they asked him, “Are you afraid?”. A girl who witnessed the event later testified that Vison replied, “No. If you shoot, I go straight to heaven.” This incident inspired E.H. Hamilton to write his poem.


Afraid? Of what?
To feel the spirit’s glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour’s face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace,
The glory gleam from wounds of grace,
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?
A flash – a crash – a pierced heart;
Brief darkness – Light – O Heaven’s art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?
To enter into Heaven’s rest,
And yet to serve the Master blessed?
From service good to service best?
Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not –
Baptise with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from that spot?
Afraid? Of that?

Poem by E.H. Hamilton

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By webtruth.org / Photo Great wall of China by Tom Fisk at pexels

Practising The Presence of God ~ Free eBook

One of the most adored books on living in God’s presence comes from an unlikely source— a man who was maimed as a young soldier and later became a footman “who was clumsy and broke everything.”

That is the early life of Nicholas Herman before he became Brother Lawrence.

Herman was born around 1610 in Herimenil, Lorraine, a Duchy of France. His birth records were destroyed in a fire at his parish church during the Thirty Years War, a war in which he fought as a young soldier. It was also the war in which he sustained a near-fatal injury that left him quite crippled and in chronic pain for the rest of his life.

Brother Lawrence Learned to Be in God’s Presence While Doing Chores

At mid-life he entered a newly established monastery in Paris where he became the cook for the community which grew to over one hundred members. After fifteen years, his duties were shifted to the sandal repair shop but, even then, he often returned to the busy kitchen to help out.

While repairing sandals or working in the kitchen, Brother Lawrence discovered and then followed a pure and uncomplicated way to walk continually in God’s presence. For some forty years, he lived and walked with God at his side. 

It was not until after his death that a few of his letters were collected. Joseph de Beaufort, representative, and counsel to the local archbishop, first published the letters in a small pamphlet. The following year, in a second publication which he titled, “The Practice of the Presence of God,’ de Beaufort included, as introductory material, the content of four conversations he had with Brother Lawrence.

In this small book, through letters and conversations, Brother Lawrence simply and beautifully explains how to continually walk with God, not from the head but from the heart. 

Brother Lawrence also left the gift of a direct approach to living in God’s presence that is as practical today as it was four hundred years ago.

The conversations between Brother Lawrence and de Beaufort covered many topics but most dealt with man’s responsibility to continually commune with God:

Brother Lawrence related that we should establish ourselves in a sense of God’s Presence by continually conversing with Him. It was a shameful thing to quit His conversation to think of trifles and fooleries. We should feed and nourish our souls with high notions of God which would yield us great joy in being devoted to Him.

He said we ought to quicken and enliven our faith. It was lamentable we had so little. Instead of taking faith for the rule of their conduct, men amused themselves with trivial devotions which changed daily. He said that faith was sufficient to bring us to a high degree of perfection. We ought to give ourselves up to God with regard both to things temporal and spiritual and seek our satisfaction only in the fulfilling of His will. Whether God led us by suffering or by consolation all would be equal to a soul truly resigned.

Brother Lawrence said that the worst that could happen to him was to lose that sense of God which he had enjoyed so long. Yet the goodness of God assured him He would not forsake him utterly and that He would give him strength to bear whatever evil He permitted to happen to him. Brother Lawrence, therefore, said he feared nothing. 

The book includes 15 short letters written by Brother Lawrence during the last ten years of his life to a variety of long time friends.  They are the heart and soul of his ability to live in the constant presence of God.

The account I can give you is: Having found in many books different methods of going to God and diverse practices of the spiritual life, I thought this would serve rather to puzzle me than facilitate what I sought after, which was nothing but how to become wholly God’s. This made me resolve to give the all for the All. After having given myself wholly to God, to make all the satisfaction I could for my sins, I renounced, for the love of Him, everything that was not He, and I began to live as if there was none but He and I in the world.

Sometimes I considered myself before Him as a poor criminal at the feet of his judge. At other times I beheld Him in my heart as my Father, as my God. I worshipped Him the oftenest I could, keeping my mind in His holy presence and recalling it as often as I found it wandered from Him. I made this my business, not only at the appointed times of prayer but all the time; every hour, every minute, even in the height of my work, I drove from my mind everything that interrupted my thoughts of God.

Brother Lawrence never advanced beyond being the cook at the Paris monastery, but he developed the unique gift of being able to pray incessantly with God throughout the entire day and regardless of whatever else he was doing. This unique gift produced such a spiritual change in Brother Lawrence that many people sought him out to learn how to practice the presence of God themselves.

By Daniel So at Justice Ventures International / Picture by Janez Podnar at Pexels

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Saved Out of the New Age

We all have our stories to tell of how we came to know Christ, and I always love to hear them, as they’re never the same. The Lord works in miraculous ways, wooing us and convicting us via His Holy Spirit, as Titus 3:5 states ‘He saved us, not by the righteous deeds we had done, but according to His mercy, through the washing of new birth and renewal by the Holy Spirit’.

I grew up in a dysfunctional secular household in London, England. I had a warped view of spirituality from a young age and this led me to seek ‘higher truth’ in my own way. I was bit of a magpie grabbing onto whatever fit in with the way I wanted to live my life, till eventually I came across a movement called the New Age which derived from the East. A movement which heavily into improving, ‘the self’ and worshipping ‘the self’ through a wide range of spiritual beliefs and practices. I latched onto it and ran, even qualifying as a life coach in such matters. 

I was into self-help books, astrology, tarot cards, mediums; I believed in reincarnation and studied past life regression. I was into reaching higher states of consciousness through meditation, which I learned through yoga, in turn making me curious about the yogi teachers themselves. I believed there were many paths to God and it didn’t matter what religion you practiced, as it all led to the same place and that it was a personal choice on how you chose to get there. 

I was running wild, partying, clubbing, drinking, shopping, consumed by the image beast. I was careless and reckless in my behaviour, mixing with the wrong crowds. I wore a mask to the world, not wanting to be me, as deep down I was wounded, lacking self-esteem. I was in the miry clay, the pit of sin. I was on fire for the devil and running away from life.

 I got to a point that all the doors closed in on me, and everything that could go wrong, went terribly wrong. I was caught between a rock and a hard place and went through a serious bought of depression. I was broken and wounded, and felt like I had no one to turn too. In my pain suicidal thoughts wrecked havoc on my mind. When I had a realisation of the selfishness of this act, I had a feeling of remorse and that I was ‘not right’ as a person; and that I was a self-pitying evil mess and I just randomly started to repent of my sins. I didn’t realise at the time what I was doing, but I know now. And Jesus in the midst of my pain reached out to me and gave me peace. In Psalm 34:18 it says ‘The LORD is close to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit’ it didn’t matter that I wasn’t a Christian as the Lord is no respecter of persons. In my pain and torment, I just knew to cry out. That night the Lord took the broken pieces of my life, and mended me together again. What months of therapy couldn’t do, Jesus did overnight, He healed me. The following morning, I looked at the world with fresh eyes, I felt like a new person. 

I knew it was Jesus because of the prayers my grandmother had been giving me to read in the midst of my pain; she was always watching the religious channel and as I was staying with her at the time, something must’ve unconsciously sunk in. Because of this I wanted to know more about Him and started to read the Bible, I always thought that he was some sort of teacher, like one of the gurus from my meditative yoga practices. And as it says in Jeremiah 29:13 “You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” So, I sought Him. I’d heard about Jesus, the great teacher, the Hollywood Jesus with the blonde hair and blue eyes, the baby catholic Jesus, the Muslim Isa the prophet, but it’s not until that night in my room when I was seeking for ways to take my life that I came to know the real Jesus, the Son of God! 

Soon after I found myself working abroad, and was led to a Christian volunteer charity worker, who was a pastor. He showed me some verses in the bible, that really spoke to my heart like, Colossians 2:8 “See to it that no one takes you captive through philosophy and empty deception [pseudo-intellectual babble], according to the tradition [and musings] of mere men, following the elementary principles of this world, rather than following [the truth—the teachings of] Christ.” and also Deuteronomy 18:9-14, among others. I had to renounce the new age religion and repent properly of my sins. I had to personally invite Jesus into my life. So I did, as Jesus didn’t come into the world to condemn the world but to save it (John 3:17). It was the goodness of God that brought me to repentance (Romans 2:4). 

 Since becoming a Christian that hole in my heart that I tried to fill with the empty things of this world started to slowly get filled with Jesus, as something in the spirit realm had taken place, the third heaven, God’s Kingdom. I started to build upon this relationship with prayer, just talking to the Lord. And I began reading and looking for guidance via His Word the Bible, His love letter to the world. The Bible is living, it’s breathing, and it’s sharp and active, like a double-edged sword. And when it goes into your soul, it cuts things, it breaks things, and it changes things. It weeds out the garden of your heart so it’s pleasant for the Lord to reside there. 

When I realised how much I’d been deceived it shook me to my core, but my journey didn’t end there, it was only the beginning… The Bible says in John 8:32, ‘Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.’ 

 Lori McPherson

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