Archive for July, 2014

July 27, 2014

How many of us have said and sung with all our hearts ‘Anywhere with Jesus,’ but at the same time we did not realize all that it meant for us. Indeed at home, and surrounded by all that home means, we could not know. When the test comes we must not forget that ‘anywhere’ means for missionaries something different from life in England, and let us take very good care not to make a misery of anything ‘anywhere’ brings us.

To us in Algeria it must mean sometime or other, Arab food. Do we object to it? And mice, do we mind them? And mosquitoes, do we think them dreadful? In some parts it means close contact with dirt and repulsive disease. Yet if Jesus is there, what have we possibly to complain of? It means living among a stiff-necked and untrue people and struggling with a strange and difficult language. And yet let us evermore write over all our miseries, big, and for the most part very little, these transforming words ‘With Jesus.’ And then the very breath of Heaven will breathe upon our whole being and we shall be glad. 

– Lilias Trotter, as quoted in Noel Piper’s Faithful Women & Their Extraordinary God, 66 (emphasis mine)

This quote has brought me great comfort as I’ve been struggling with severe pain of late.

July 15, 2014

Yellow Chrysanthemum

‘These are for you,’ he said, thrusting [the bunch of chyrsanthemums] at me. I saw that the stems had been broken very roughly and that they were not tied together at all. 

‘Are they out of your garden?’ I asked 

‘Yes; I snatched them as I was hurrying for the train.’

Somehow they seemed a little less desirable now. He had not chosen them, had not gone into a shop for that purpose, they had just happened to be there. If he had gone into a shop and chosen them… I pulled myself up and told myself to stop these ridiculous thoughts, wondering why it is that we can never stop trying to analyse the motives of people who have no personal interest in us, in the vain hope of finding that perhaps they may have just a little after all.”

– Barbara Pym, Excellent Women, 221