Give Me This Mountain

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Truth or Fiction, The Hot Water Bottle: The Story of the Dying Baby, a Hot Water Bottle, A Child's Prayer, and A Children's Doll-Truth! Retrieved on March 28, 2011 To love the Lord my God with all my mind will involve an intellectual cost. I must give Him my mind, my intelligence, my reasoning powers, and trust Him to work through them, even when He may appear to act in contradiction to common sense. She eventually received an “overwhelming sense of privilege, that Almighty God would stoop to ask of me, a mere nobody in a forest clearing in the jungles of Africa, something He needed.” That is partly why Caleb became a pattern for me in my life — to love the Lord and to follow him wholeheartedly. As I started Bible study daily, I came to verses like Romans 8:1, “There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” And, “There is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved” (Acts 4:12). There is only Jesus. He is our unique, lovely, beautiful Savior. Are we available? We must not get huffy if he chooses one day not to use us and takes the rake or the fork and leaves us in the tool shed. That’s okay. He knows just the minute he wants us to do what he wants us to do and the niche he has for us. He wants to use all of us right through to the end.

Helen accepted Christ while at university in Cambridge, and publicly declared her trust in Jesus, stating that she 'would go anywhere God wants me to, whatever the cost'. She was soon called to serve in North Eastern Congo to establish a hospital and training centre, initially in Ibambi then relocating to Nebobongo. The vast medical needs in this region were overwhelming and Helen soon realised that she could not accomplish much alone. Taking charge of an old leprosy camp, she established a training centre for nurses alongside the hospital. Born in 1925, in Hertfordshire, England, Helen first learned about World Missions as a child in her Anglican Church Sunday School. Her heart stirred as her teacher shared of the work in India. Helen decided at a tender young age that she would become a missionary too. Her father gave a high priority to education, and so she poured herself into academics, which propelled her to pursue medicine at Cambridge University. But as she matured into adulthood, Helen became aware of a gnawing void in her soul. She never strayed from her Anglican upbringing but longed for something more than the comfortable life she knew as a child. It was at University that the Lord reached out to her in the form of a classmate who invited her to join the local Christian Union. The prayer meetings and Bible studies inspired Helen to read through the entire New Testament, for the very first time. Exhausted, Helen returned to England in 1958 for a furlough, during which time she received further medical training. After completing her studies, Roseveare applied to WEC to be a medical missionary. In 1953, she went to the Congo, where she was assigned to the north-east provinces. [3] She built a combination hospital/ training center in Ibambi in the early 1950s, then relocated to Nebobongo, living in an old leprosy camp, where she built another hospital. After conflict with other staff at the hospital, she returned to England in 1958. [4] Helen recounted that at this time, she had reached “what seemed to be the ultimate depth of despairing nothingness”.The illustrations in this hardcover, glossy book are lovely, depicting a wide range of colors, children and emotions. My daughter (4.5 years old) really loved flipping through the book on her own. When we read it together, the story was short and entertaining enough to hold her interest. It also sparked several great conversations! Helen Roseveare was born in Haileybury College in Hertfordshire, England in 1925. [2] Her father was Martin Roseveare, the designer of ration books for the United Kingdom used during the Second World War. Her brother, Bob Roseveare, was a wartime codebreaker. She became a Christian as a medical student at Newnham College, Cambridge in 1945. She was involved with the Cambridge Inter-Collegiate Christian Union, attending prayer meetings, Bible study classes and evangelical events. [3]

One thing I . . . know” comes from John 9:25. There was a man who was born blind, and Jesus healed him. The Pharisees were saying, “Who did it?” They were arguing with the man that he wasn’t the man who’d been born blind, and if he was, then who had healed him? The man said, “Whether he [that is, Jesus] is a sinner or not, I do not know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!” And that was fact — actually, past fact! I pray that for every single one of us this is a past fact in our personal experience. There was a moment when, having been blind to the things of God, suddenly I could see! Helen Roseveare’s third published reflection on her life, Digging Ditches, appeared in 2005. The title was taken from the Lord’s word to Elisha to ‘make this valley full of ditches’ (2 Kings 3.16). While Helen would have wanted to ‘dig a Suez Canal’ the Lord wanted only small ditches, many of them, for him to show his provision in his own way. He wanted obedience, so he could bring blessing in conversations, through visiting – in the ordinary things in life. It can be like that in our Christian life. It’s so essential to keep going to the end. To start a race is fine, but it’s much more important to keep going until we hit the tape. Christ’s Perseverance with Us Further, the word *make is active. “Make this valley full of ditches.” We have to do something, and we have to do it actively. It may well be hard work. We may well get blistered hands. We’ll become thirsty, and we might get no thanks for our work. “Make this valley full of ditches.” We know we are his ambassadors. We’ve been entrusted with the word of reconciliation and are called to tell others that Jesus died for their sins. And that is the certainty of what should be our present-tense activity. That’s what we’ve been sent to do. God has sent us out to tell others about Jesus. There should be an earnestness in our spirits.

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Helen Roseveare was born on 21 September 1925 in Hertfordshire. After school she went to Newnham College, Cambridge, where she read medicine and came to faith in the Lord through the ministry of CICCU. On that dreadful night, beaten and bruised, terrified and tormented, unutterably alone, I had felt at last God had failed me. Surely He could have stepped in earlier, surely things need not have gone that far. I had reached what seemed to be the ultimate depth of despairing nothingness. To love the Lord my God with all my soul will involve a spiritual cost. I'll have to give Him my heart, and let Him love through it whom and how He wills, even if this seems at times to break my heart. Once again I tell God I’m sorry and that with all my heart I really want to change. I really want God to make me more like Jesus. I want to be Christlike, but I fail so often. He’s so patient, isn’t he? He doesn’t throw us off. He doesn’t say, “You’ve had all the chances you’re going to have; I’m finished with you.” God is always so gracious. His perseverance with us — in transforming us into the likeness of his Son as members of his family — is amazing. She was encouraged to return to Congo in 1960, the year of the country’s independence. The new nation soon descended into a period of unrest and instability, leading to what became known as ‘the Congo crisis’, five years of brutality and destruction.