The story below illustrates our discussion of having faith like a child in the previous content post here.
Helen Roseveare was a medical missionary in the Belgian Congo in the 1950s and 60s. She has written a number of books about the lessons learned there, and about the revival that was happening in the 1950’s in the Congo.
This story is about the child-like faith of an orphan child in Roseveare’s orphanage. Her name was Ruth. Here is how Roseveare tells it:
“One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator. We also had no special feeding facilities.
Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. “And it is our last hot water bottle!” the midwife exclaimed.
“All right,” I said, “Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.”
The following noon, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. “Please, God,” she prayed, “send us a water bottle. It’ll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.”
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a corollary, “And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl, so she’ll know You really love her?”
As often with children’s prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, “Amen?” I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren’t there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator, where the weather is hot.
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses’ training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. The excitement was mounting. Some 30 or 40 pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out.
Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas – that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the…..could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out–yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle!
I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, “If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!”
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: “Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?”
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months! Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God’s prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child – five months before – and both delivered that day in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it that afternoon.”
Little Ruth, in her childlike faith, puts most of us to shame. Her trust in her God was not only absolute, it was her normal way of living. She believed God would act in response to her praying, so her praying was audacious. Her life was audacious. Fully yielded and fully dependent. That prayer was not an anomaly. It was a window into her absolute, childlike trust. This is the trust Jesus identifies as a non-negotiable for life in His kingdom.
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This left me in tears. I want my faith to be just as Ruth’s. These stories of the miracles of God inspire me! God is working in our behalf if we can believe it, live in it, talk about it, request it,…he wants our full attention~we must surrender our doubts and sacrifice our own sentiments! God bless you my friend!
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Thanks for your encouraging words, Karla. Yes, He wants our full attention. That is perhaps the most important thing I will hear today. Two questions for you: How are you doing? Is there anything I can do for you? firstname.lastname@example.org
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You’re welcome! Thank you so very much my friend! I begin chemo tomorrow (fortunately the pills, however I will go to the infusion center first for a shot to help side effects. I’ll have labs monthly and visit with the oncologist. Thank you for your email! I appreciate you so very much! 🙏🏻🙏🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻☺️
A very touching story about a very awesome God and His answer to the child-like faith I hope to grow into.
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Thank you for your kind words. and thanks a s well for the posts you have been putting up. You are stirring some good things with those. Keep going forward with the Spirit!
This story moved me to tears. The childlike faith. The God who knows what we need even before we do. And the servants who hear his voice and get to be part of his provision for someone else’s needs. This body of Christ and the lord working in unity is such a beautiful thing. Thank you for sharing.
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You’re welcome. Thank you for your kind words. This story, which I heard from Roseveare when I was a child way back in the day, is a continual challenge to me in a most positive way. Who knew that the faith of a child in an orphanage in the jungle would be such an encouragement to thousands over the years?
I appreciate your perspective in your blog posts, for your story resonates with me. Walk strong in the Spirit!