Ruth A. We love the outdoors and living on the Grand River, and we delight in our grandkids, Kayla, Mitchell, Ashley, and Zachary. In that affectionate volume, Carrie Sydenstricker, sensible missionary and patient mother, far overshadowed her husband Andrew. He emerged as a zealous, absent-minded man who was constantly pushing deeper into China to gather converts of doubtful loyalty and understanding. Good, unquestioning, self-righteous, he caused Carrie more suffering than he knew. This week in another purely biographical volume that is the December choice of the Book-of-the-Month Club, Pearl Buck gets around to giving her father his innings.
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Ruth A. We love the outdoors and living on the Grand River, and we delight in our grandkids, Kayla, Mitchell, Ashley, and Zachary. In that affectionate volume, Carrie Sydenstricker, sensible missionary and patient mother, far overshadowed her husband Andrew. He emerged as a zealous, absent-minded man who was constantly pushing deeper into China to gather converts of doubtful loyalty and understanding.
Good, unquestioning, self-righteous, he caused Carrie more suffering than he knew. This week in another purely biographical volume that is the December choice of the Book-of-the-Month Club, Pearl Buck gets around to giving her father his innings. If The Exile is a labor of love, Fighting Angel is a labor of filial justice. Andrew was tall, bony, large-faced, the son of a hot-tempered West Virginia landowner, born into what the neighbors said was the "preachingest family in Greenbrier County, with dissenting blood as strong as lye.
Daughter Pearl Buck asked him how he had proposed to Carrie, when he was ready to take her along on his mission. He was sure she could feel better if she made an effort. As they started for the interior after Carrie had had four wisdom teeth pulled without anesthetics they returned because complications developed. I was eager to get at my work. In some villages dogs were set on him, in some he was beaten, in one he was captured by bandits. But in most the Chinese listened patiently and politely.
They thought he was probably a good man, a little possessed, who was doing some religious penance. Carefully totting up each soul he had saved every year, Andrew was inclined to be doubtful about the women converts. He died in Dana Robert is an extraordinary writer and scholar. We shall have all eternity to celebrate the victories, but we have only the few hours before sunset in which to win them.
So we have tried to tell you the truth--the uninteresting, unromantic truth. Revell, , She was also concerned that Dohnavur might become contaminated with the outside world.
Even when taking a rest at a retreat house in the hills, "you had to be insulated there from other missionary ideas and certainly from the rest of the European community. Revell, , , In one story, she tells about riding her horse wildly.
Yet, the most extreme form of modesty reigned over Dohnavur. Even the nature of the ministry was rigidly guarded. We knocked them over and down they crashed. If so, our bungalow will be in the very teeth of the storm, angry men all around it, and we inside, kept by the power of God.
Someone suggested that her efforts to save temple children were nothing more than a stunt, meant to draw attention to herself. She was a dictator, she opposed marriage, her Indian girls worshipped her. Sometimes and angel was sent, sometimes a vision.
In the end our God justifies His commands. Within six months after their arrival the elder Neills had severed their ties with Dohnavur, but Stephen continued on for more than a year. Carmichael was impressed with his brilliance—particularly his quick grasp of the language, but she resented his efforts to change things God had already ordained.
In other ways he sought to bring Dohnavur closer to the missionary community, but she feared contamination. I am beginning to sink.
Lord, save me. The stab is not even beginning to skin over. A year in England helped, but this time of trouble did not really clear itself up until Excerpt: pp. She was a confident and determined and resourceful woman whose missionary career powerfully illustrates the second-class status that confronted women who often sacrificed so much just to be permitted to give their lives in service to God. They courted and became engaged and she agreed to become a Baptist and to follow him to Thailand, once he was settled there.
Fielde was an excellent writer and lines from her journal tell the story best: Great flakes of snow fell slowly on the deck as we stood watching the receding shore of native land. During the ensuing night the waves rose high and for many consecutive days we were unable to leave our bunks. In the Indian Ocean we encountered a typhoon that mauled and drove our ship for days. As our ship passed slowly throught he straits between Java and Sumatra.
A chill like that of ice in the veins was followed by scorching fever. While in a state of coma, I was thought to have died. On a clear morning in May we entered the harabor of Hongkong. Ten of the crew were carried ashore for burial. I was barely able to stand, and Miss Sands, who had partially recovered arrayed me in white.
But there was no groom. She soon learned that he had died of typhoid fever in Bangkok, ten days after she had sailed from New York. The captain tried to convince her to sail back to New York with him, but she insisted that she must go on to Thailand. If she did not, she would live with an emptiness and incompleteness for the rest of her life.
She wrote a letter that was published in the Baptist Missionary Magazine, telling of that time of anguish: I have journeyed seven weary months over tempestuous seas and in strange lands to meet my beloved and I found his grave with the grass upon it seven months old.
I have come to my house; it is left unto me desolate. While I stood holding out my hand for a cup of happiness, one of fearful bitterness was pressed violently to my lips. I looked joyful to Providence and it turned upon me a face of inexpressible darkness.
And because I believe in God I have been able to endure it. That is how Fielde found it when she arrived in He treated her not treat as a single woman but as a widow, and he hoped that she might attract a young male missionary. But I do not wish to be Pious. Here she was befriended by William and Eliza Ashmore, who invited her to return and work with them.
With the Ashmores, Fielde reveled in the late nineteenth-century triumphalism that characterized evangelical missions. Hinduism, Buddhism, Confucianism, are but the shadows of their former strength, and seem on the point of extinction.
When they had learned it, she sent them out, two by two, into the country about to tell the lesson to villagers. After a time they were gathered at Swatow and received another portion of the truth and having obtained a thorough grasp of it, went forth to carry the good news of salvation.
Stevens, Memorial Biography of Adele M. In addition to her teaching and writing, she compiled a Dictionary of the Swatow Dialect, which went through many publications. At the end of her furlough, she was asked to serve as president of Vasser College, but she turned down the offer, determined instead to return to her ministry in China with her faithful Bible women.
Fielde had trained her best students to train others, so when health problems developed she was relieved that she could return home with good conscience. In , she resigned the mission and spent the next two years traveling home through India, the Middle East, and Europe.
Her last years were devoted to the suffragist movement, public lecturing, organizational work, and humanitarian endeavors—and most notably science.
She conducted biological research on ants and published her findings in scholarly scientific journals. In many respects, Fielde was an enigma regarding religious matters. She faithfully served as a Baptist missionary for two decades and then turned to science. Yet Fielde had not the slightest hesitation in proclaiming that Christianity was the best of all possible religions. At the time of her death, her Baptist mission society did not even publish her obituary in its official magazine.
In a letter to this other woman, H. This was also true in certain cases with men, but not to such a great extent. A man had to excel. This was true of Johanna Veenstra, who in many ways is representative of the vast army of single women who went abroad after the turn of the century. An obscure stenographer turned celebrity in Christian Reformed circles, she was in many ways very ordinary.
Veenstra was born in Paterson, New Jersey, in , two years before her father left his carpentry trade to train for ministry. But only months after completing his ministerial training and beginning his pastoral ministry he contracted typhoid fever and died.
His death brought hardship and poverty to the widow and her six small children. She returned to Paterson where she opened a general store. Johanna attended Christian schools until she was twelve and then trained to become a secretary. At the age of fourteen, she became a stenographer in New York City, commuting every day from Paterson. She was active in her Christian Reformed Church, but it was while attending a Baptist church that she underwent a religious experience that sparked her interest in missions.
Mission policy, however, required candidates to be twenty-five, so in the interim she took further schooling at Calvin College, where she became the first woman member of the Student Volunteer Board. Before sailing to Africa she returned to New York for medical training and graduated from the midwifery course. God had called her.
There has been no sacrifice, because the Lord Jesus Himself is my constant companion. It was an all-consuming project, but she found time for medical and evangelistic work.
Sometimes her treks into neighboring villages lasted for several weeks at a time. There were rarely outward professions of faith.
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