Amy Carmichael (1867-1951)

One of the best-known and respected missionaries of the first half of the 20th century was Amy Carmichael. Her 35 books have blessed countless thousands. One who knew her well gives this testimony: “Miss Carmichael was a blessing to all who came into intimate and understanding contact with her radiant life. She was the most Christ-like character I ever met, and her life was the most fragrant, the most joyfully sacrificial that I have ever known.”

Amy Carmichael was born in 1867 into a well-to-do North Ireland Christian family. In her teen years, she was educated at a Wesleyan Methodist boarding school; and at age 13, while still in boarding school, she accepted Christ as Savior. When she was age 18, her father died, leaving the family in difficult financial circumstances as he had given a large personal loan that was not repaid. The family moved to Belfast. There she became involved in visiting in the slums, and seeing the terrible conditions under which many women and girls worked in the factories, she began a ministry with these women. It was a work based on faith alone in God, and He met the needs in most remarkable ways.

She became acquainted with the Keswick Movement, and it was there that she learned of a close, deeper walk with the Lord. One of the leaders of the Keswick Movement, Mr. Wilson, a widower, asked her to come and live in his home and be his secretary. She learned much from that employment. She remembered on one occasion at Keswick when Mr. Moody had preached and afterwards was talking with Mr. Wilson when he stopped in mid-sentence. He had just preached on the prodigal son when the father had said to the older son, “Son, thou art ever with me and all that I have is thine.” Mr. Moody said, “I never saw it before. Oh, the love of God’s love. Oh, the love. God’s love.” Tears rained down his cheeks. Amy never forgot that spiritual truth—”All that I have is thine.” It reinforced her faith that God knew her needs before she asked and wanted to supply them by faith.

She developed a good work among the women in Belfast and was then asked to have a similar ministry in Manchester. There, with her mother at her side, she developed a similar ministry among slum people and particularly the women and girls who were working under very terrible conditions in the factories.

Amy received her Macedonian call in 1892 at the age of 24; and the following year, as the first appointee of the Keswick’s missions committee, she went to Japan. But there she met with disappointments. The Japanese language seemed impossible to her, and the missionary community was not the picture of harmony she had envisioned. Likewise, her health was also a problem. After 15 months as a missionary, Amy became convinced that Japan was not where God wanted her, so without notifying the Keswick Convention, she sailed for Ceylon. She was there only a few months when she was urgently called back to England to care for Mr. Wilson, who was in critical condition.

After about one year in England, she returned to the field, this time to India. She arrived in Madras in November of 1895, a discouraged, confused, and ill young Irish woman. She was 28 years old. Soon after her arrival, she contracted dengue fever, which laid her low for a period of time. She was sent to a more healthful place to recuperate. One friend who met her said, “You look fresh as a daisy.” But Amy’s temperature was 105, and in her own words she felt “wormy.”

She saw in the community where she was that the church was very active but there were no changed lives. She detested the meetings with the other missionary ladies—drinking tea and gossiping, again showing very little concern for the eternal souls of those about them. She felt so alone. One day as she fell to her knees in dispair, a verse that she had learned long before floated into her memory: “He that trusteth in me shall never be desolate,” and she found that to be true throughout her long life of ministry in India. The following lines are so appropriate concerning the missionary community in Bangalore:

Onward Christian soldiers,

Sitting on the mats;

Nice and warm and cozy

Like little pussycats.

Onward Christian soldiers,

Oh, how brave are we,

Don’t we do our fighting

Very comfortably?

Amy just did not fit into the stiff, staid missionary community of Bangalore and subsequently went to the very south end of India to live with another missionary family. The Walkers were a godly family that really understood the Hindu religion and the tremendous need of reaching out to these debased people. For several years Amy, along with a daughter of the Walkers and several Christian Indian ladies, began an itinerant ministry through the villages in the south tip of India in the state of Tamil Nadu. They were dubbed the “starry cluster,” for the Indians recognized the sincerity and light that shown forth from them. The members of the band had no salary but looked to God to supply needs. Their attitude was “How much can I do without that I may have more to give?” It was during this period of time that she took on the habit of wearing Indian dress, which she continued throughout her lifetime.

A life-changing experience took place in 1901. A little five-year-old girl, named Pearl Eyes by Amy, was brought to her by an Indian woman. The child had been sold by the mother to the temple, and there she was being prepared and taught all the degradation of temple prostitution. Twice she had run away only to be caught, carried back, beaten, and subjected to the terrible perversion of that Hindu temple. Finally, as she was running away again at night, she met with this understanding woman who brought her to Amy, who gathered the child up into her lap and picked up the rag doll and gave it to the child to play with. It was then that she really truly understood the evil of the temple practice. Little Pearl Eyes talked freely as she played with the doll. She told Amy things that they did to her in the temple, demonstrating them using the doll. The date was March 7, 1901. Amy never forgot that day nor the child’s story. It was terrible beyond imagination. This was the beginning of her rescue of these children who had been dedicated to the temple gods.

This incident led to the founding of the Dohnavur Fellowship. Over the years literally thousands of temple children have been rescued and other ministries established there at the Dohnavur Fellowship in South India.

In 1918, they began to rescue baby boys, for they likewise were dedicated to the temple gods and goddesses. Other areas of the work over the years were added, such as hospital, schools, printing, etc. Amy was not understood by many of the missionaries in India. She was also greatly resented by the Hindu priests and was frequently taken to court on charges of being a kidnapper.

Amy was greatly influenced by the life of George Mueller and ordered her work on the same basis, never asking for financial help except as she winged her petitions to the God of all grace.

In 1931 Amy had a fall that left her an invalid for the remainder of her life, and she seldom left her bed. It was during this period of her life that she was most prolific in writing. Occasionally someone would wheel her in a type of wheelchair out onto a veranda where her children would gather outside and greet her and sing to her.

My wife had always been a great admirer of Amy Carmichael and collected most of the books that she wrote. It was a real thrill for us, while in India, to visit the Dohnavur Fellowship.

Dohnavur Fellowship is located on a large tract of land on the very southern tip of the Indian subcontinent. It is a lovely site with many tropical plants and flowering shrubs and trees. The buildings are well built in Indian style. The central building is the chapel, which is a large, lovely facility. Daily devotions are held there. There are no pews per se, but the Indians who are a part of the fellowship sit on mats, Indian style, in the main part of the auditorium. Around the periphery, there are chairs for guests that are visiting the campus. The children are housed in “family” units. Each house takes care of 8 to 10 children with a house mother living with them and supervising them. The boys’ and the girls’ sections are separate by some distance. There are very few boys anymore. That part of the ministry is virtually closed. They do have a hospital, schools, agricultural pursuits, and other facilities. The house Amy Carmichael lived in is still in good repair. It is again typical of the colonial-day housing. It has large, open doors and windows and is very comfortable. The main central room is a dining room. It was there where Amy had her meals until she was rendered bed-bound by her injury. As guests we were invited to have our meals there, served in the same room and with the same tableware that Amy used some fifty years earlier. Off the dining room was her private bedroom, which is very spacious as well. The walls are lined with shelves, and she had a fabulous missionary library. There are several smaller rooms off this bedroom, so it would be possible for her to privately counsel and deal with inquirers who came to her for help. Another door from her bedroom leads out onto a veranda that overlooks a lovely garden. We were told that every evening the children would come and greet Amy and sing to her. Her bed could be rolled out onto the veranda, and she would greet and speak with the children on those occasions. If I understood correctly, the only European who is involved in any ongoing way is a woman who is the treasurer. She cannot get a resident visa to stay full-time, but she comes on a tourist visa for three months, leaves India for a short period, and then returns again for another three-month stint. The rest of the operation is in the hands of the Indians, and they seem to be doing an outstanding job.

It’s interesting that most of the children who are there do not know their birthdates, so they reckon on the day they arrived at the Dohnavur home and call it the “coming day.” That becomes their birthday. On the coming day there is a special occasion with special treats and new clothing; and they honor the individual in some way.

Temple prostitution played a major part of Hinduism. This practice was known by the British who governed India and had been spoken against, but nothing ever happened. However, through the “campaigning” of Amy and some other concerned people, temple prostitution was banned toward the end of Amy’s life. Yet it is still practiced today, for it was never really enforced—a very horrific sexual perversion of these children, both girls and boys (more so the girls), and it is still a blight upon that great land of India.

Surrounding Amy’s house are lovely gardens. She also was quite an admirer of birds, and a number of bird baths and feeders are found in the garden around her cottage. Somewhere in the garden, in an unmarked tomb, Amy was buried. She didn’t want a marker placed over her grave. She wanted just to remain a part of the Dohnavur Fellowship.

The present superintendent of the Dohnavur Fellowship is a woman whose “coming day” was when she was five days old. All of the house mothers, likewise, grew up at the fellowship and seem to be very lovely, caring people. The present superintendent was five years old when Amy passed to her reward in 1951. From the time Amy set foot on Indian soil, she never returned to her homeland—55 years without a furlough.

Amy was very self-effacing-would never allow her photograph to be taken and never referred to herself by name or personal pronoun in her writings.

Upon a life I did not live,

Upon a death I did not die,

Another’s life, another’s death,

I stake my whole eternity.

Illuminating a Darkened World

As young chil­dren, both Ruben and Maria lived in Com­mu­nist Ro­ma­nia. Fre­quent elec­tric­ity cuts, re­stricted me­dia and food ra­tioning weren’t un­usual dur­ing this time. Lit­tle did they know that as their homes were lit by flick­er­ing can­dle lights, God was prepar­ing them to mo­bi­lize their fel­low Ro­ma­ni­ans to go and il­lu­mi­nate a dark­ened world.

Ruben Dubei grew up in Galați, a city in south­east­ern Ro­ma­nia. He went to church with his fam­ily, singing in the youth choir and per­form­ing skits and po­ems dur­ing Sun­day ser­vices. Yet Ruben’s life wasn’t what it seemed.

“When I was about 14, I also had my other life with my friends in school – go­ing to movies and miss­ing classes,” shares Ruben. “Some­times I had to hide money from my par­ents. Some­times I had to lie when they asked, ‘Where have you been?’”

When he was 16 years old, Ruben had an im­por­tant school exam that he needed to do well on. Anx­i­ety con­sumed him. In his des­per­a­tion, he bartered with God.

“I was feel­ing that God was not on my side be­cause I had this dou­ble life. So I prayed to God and said, ‘Look, God, I will stop my worldly life. Please help me with this exam, and then I will give my life to you.’”

When Ruben re­ceived con­fir­ma­tion that he had passed the test, he ful­filled his promise.

“I went to the church and pub­licly an­nounced that I would give my life to Christ. That was my turn­ing point.”

Maria was raised on a farm as one of eight chil­dren in north­west­ern Ro­ma­nia, in the re­gion of Sălaj. Each Sun­day, she at­tended church with her fam­ily, but like Ruben, her life out­side of church was much different.

“I was a bit re­bel­lious. I still prayed, but I felt like some­thing was wrong with my life,” Maria ad­mits. But when she was 17 years old, she dis­cov­ered Jesus – an en­counter she de­scribes as “some­thing deeper and more real in my life.”

In 1999, Maria be­gan at­tend­ing Union The­o­log­i­cal Sem­i­nary (Sem­i­narul Teo­logic Unit). She be­came in­volved in a lo­cal church, serv­ing on the wor­ship team and in the chil­dren’s min­istry. Dur­ing this time, she met Ruben. Ruben was the as­sis­tant pas­tor of the church and the evan­ge­lism co­or­di­na­tor at the school. Maria and Ruben be­gan dat­ing in De­cem­ber 2000.

Be­fore they got mar­ried, Ruben read the book The Chal­lenge of Missions by Cana­dian pas­tor Os­wald Smith. In the book, Smith urged the Church to en­gage in cross-cul­tural min­istry, reach­ing out to those with­out ac­cess to or un­der­stand­ing of the Gospel.

“I felt that God was call­ing me to mis­sions,” he re­calls. “So I told God, ‘If you think I can do some­thing for mis­sions, I’m here.’ And I also shared with my Ko­rean mis­sion­ary friend about my heart and my de­sire. He said, ‘Okay, let’s pray and see how God is leading.’”

In Oc­to­ber 2001, Ruben and Maria were mar­ried and be­gan build­ing a life to­gether. A year had passed since Ruben and his friend had prayed that day. Un­ex­pect­edly, that friend ap­proached him again and asked if he and Maria were still in­ter­ested in serv­ing overseas.

“I told [him] ‘Yes, we want to go.’ And he said, ‘Okay, I know an or­ga­ni­za­tion, a big or­ga­ni­za­tion – in­ter­na­tional – that does Bible trans­la­tion. It’s called Wycliffe.’”

At that time, Wycliffe Ro­ma­nia didn’t ex­ist. So the Dubeis con­tacted Wycliffe’s Eu­rope Area of­fice. Soon af­ter they were ac­cepted into Wycliffe’s Eu­ro­pean Train­ing Pro­gram (ETP) in Eng­land. There, Ruben and Maria trained in Scrip­ture en­gage­ment, learn­ing how to en­cour­age peo­ple to use God’s Word in a mean­ing­ful way.

Ruben and Maria had their first child dur­ing the pro­gram. As they con­sid­ered where they would go af­ter ETP, they needed to ac­count for the needs of their grow­ing fam­ily as well.

“The di­rec­tor of ETP at the time said, ‘Why don’t you con­sider Africa?” Ruben says. “Three coun­tries opened up and said they would wel­come us – Uganda, Ethiopia and Ghana. Then we started pray­ing for God to close two of those doors. Fi­nally, Ghana re­mained open for us.”

The Ghana In­sti­tute of Lin­guis­tics, Lit­er­acy and Bible Trans­la­tion (GILLBT) in­vited the Dubeis to join their staff serv­ing in the north­ern re­gion of Ghana. Ruben ac­cepted a po­si­tion in Scrip­ture en­gage­ment. Mean­while Maria de­cided she would fo­cus on car­ing for their daugh­ter and sec­ond child on the way and im­prov­ing her Eng­lish. Even though Ghana has many lan­guages, Eng­lish serves as one of the lan­guages of wider communication.

Al­though the Dubeis were con­fi­dent that God was call­ing them to leave Ro­ma­nia and move to Ghana in 2005, it wasn’t an easy tran­si­tion – for them or their families.

“My mom be­came sick. She said, ‘It’s okay to go for a cou­ple months.’ But then she saw that we were not com­ing back,” says Ruben. “But af­ter a while, she got used to the idea, and then she was very sup­port­ive. Many of our friends, they also pre­ferred if we could re­main in Ro­ma­nia, but God’s call­ing is above.”

Ruben and Maria found that ad­just­ing to their new home re­quired even more re­liance on God.

“Every­thing was new. We went to church and we couldn’t un­der­stand any­thing – their Eng­lish and their way to wor­ship were very dif­fer­ent from ours,” ex­plains Maria.

Lan­guage dif­fer­ences made con­nect­ing with Ghana­ians par­tic­u­larly chal­leng­ing. “We strug­gled a bit in the be­gin­ning, es­pe­cially try­ing to com­mu­ni­cate and to ex­press what we wanted to say,” says Ruben.

Maria’s lim­ited Eng­lish knowl­edge of­ten left her feel­ing iso­lated while liv­ing in their vil­lage. “[Ruben] went to work, and I was at home with the kids all day – I couldn’t speak with any­one around.”

But as their Eng­lish skills im­proved, the Dubeis dis­cov­ered that they were able to build re­la­tion­ships with Ghana­ians much easier.

“The pos­i­tive thing was that in Ghana, peo­ple do not speak ‘high Eng­lish,’” ex­plains Ruben. “And of­ten, they were able to iden­tify with us more than peo­ple from the U.S. or Eng­land be­cause they said, ‘We can un­der­stand you bet­ter.’”

Maria even­tu­ally be­gan work­ing in GILLBT’s per­son­nel of­fice. For nine years, the Dubeis lived and worked in Ghana. God used this time to con­firm Ruben’s min­istry in Scrip­ture engagement.

“I saw the need, not only for Bible trans­la­tion, but for help­ing peo­ple know how to use the Scrip­tures. Many of the church lead­ers do not have any train­ing,” he says. “They were open and grate­ful for what­ever train­ing we could bring to help them in their min­istry of evan­ge­lism, dis­ci­ple­ship, church plant­ing, lead­er­ship training.”

God con­tin­ued to use the Dubeis in Africa. In 2014, Ruben and Maria were in­vited to work with Wycliffe South Africa. Maria con­tin­ued to serve in per­son­nel, while Ruben be­came in­volved in oral Scrip­ture trans­la­tion, of­ten trav­el­ing to Botswana to work with four lan­guage groups among the San peo­ple, also known as Bush­men.

Dur­ing their year and a half liv­ing in South Africa, it be­came even more ap­par­ent to Ruben that Bible trans­la­tion al­lows lan­guage com­mu­ni­ties to iden­tify with the God of the Bible.

“Many used to say, ‘[He] is not my god be­cause he doesn’t speak my lan­guage,’ or ‘It is not my re­li­gion be­cause it is not in my mother tongue.’ But when the Bible was trans­lated into the lo­cal lan­guage, [peo­ple are] sur­prised to learn that God can un­der­stand them. They can pray to God in their own lan­guage. And now, when they lis­ten to the Word of God in their lan­guage, they say, ‘God is speak­ing my language!’”

In 2016, the Dubeis were asked to con­sider re­turn­ing to Ro­ma­nia to take po­si­tions at the Wycliffe Ro­ma­nia home of­fice. They agreed. By Sep­tem­ber, Ruben was work­ing as the di­rec­tor of Wycliffe Ro­ma­nia and Maria as the or­ga­ni­za­tion’s per­son­nel coordinator.

“When they called us to come back to Ro­ma­nia, it was a bit dif­fi­cult for us, be­cause we re­ally liked what we did on the field,” says Maria. “But we felt that if they want us here, then we can help in some ways so that more peo­ple can go.”

As Ro­ma­ni­ans, Ruben and Maria both felt uniquely pre­pared to fol­low God’s call to Africa. They be­lieve that other Ro­ma­ni­ans are sim­i­larly equipped to serve the Lord abroad.

“Be­cause of the hard­ships dur­ing the Com­mu­nist time and the per­se­cu­tion that took place, I be­lieve our faith, as Ro­ma­ni­ans, is deeply rooted in God and in the Word of God,” says Ruben. “I see [Ro­ma­ni­ans] as faith­ful, very faithful.”

The Com­mu­nist era also em­pha­sized the im­por­tance of com­mu­nity – a con­cept that Ruben and Maria re­al­ized many Africans value, as well.

“Peo­ple have things in com­mon; they help each other, be­cause they need each other,” he says.

The Dubeis are ea­ger to share about the many roles that are needed in Bible trans­la­tion ministry.

“Bible trans­la­tion is more than trans­lat­ing the Bible,” Maria points out. “We can use everyone.”

“I be­lieve there are more re­sources in Ro­ma­nia, and the Church in Ro­ma­nia can do more,” adds Ruben. In each coun­try the Lord led them to, Ruben and Maria knew that their work was mak­ing an eter­nal im­pact. Now that they have re­turned home, their work is not done, as they en­cour­age more Ro­ma­ni­ans to en­gage in God’s mis­sion to reach every lan­guage group with his Word. God’s Word is the foun­da­tion of the Church – a strong foun­da­tion that will not be moved.

1 John 4:9-12

This is how God showed His love among us: He sent His one and only Son into the world that we might live through Him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation (atoning sacrifice) for our sins. Beloved, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God, but if we love one another, God lives in us and His love is perfected in us. (1 John 4:9-12)

Encounter with Two Monks (Myanmar)

“It’s quite frustrating that I’m not supposed to kill a mosquito sitting on my arm. Sometimes I find it difficult to control myself. And, I love to play soccer but, as monks, we are not allowed to play sports.” One day we were walking in the park near a Pagoda in Yangon when a young monk started a conversation with us. He wanted to practice his English. At some point, he began to share his troubles and frustrations over trying to keep the countless rules for Buddhist monks. In order to reach Nirvana, monks need to keep 227 rules – one of these being that they must not kill any living creature. They also must be detached from all desire. “It will be impossible for me to reach Nirvana,” he concluded. Then he asked if we were Christians. And thus God gave us an open door to share about Him. The monk, proud and confident, smiled encouragingly at me. Every morning, tourists came to his monastery to see one thousand monks receiving breakfast. He was on duty for sharing the Buddhist road to extinction with westerners. We talked a bit more, and he confided that he was superior to those villagers who donated the food today. Giving alms is just the beginning. Meditation is the true way! He meditated most of the day; at times, for months far away in the jungle. We chatted some more, and I asked him whether he thought he was close to achieving Nirvana. Silence, a sigh, and then he said softly: he would need another 1000 lives to reach that faraway goal.

Pray for this young man and other monks who are faced with their weaknesses; pray that it will urge them to start looking for the Truth.

Pray that God will bring people across their path who can share the Truth with them.

Pray that God will open their eyes and hearts to understand and believe His Word.

I trust Jesus

A young christian myanmar woman recently recounted how her Aunt was demon possessed. Violent and self-harming the family was desperate. She began visiting once a week to pray and share the word of God with her. She also helped her Aunt repeat truth from the scripture. She kept her eyes always open for fear of what her Aunt was capable of. After many weeks her Aunt spoke out of her confusion, “I trust Jesus.” Suddenly the dogs began to go wild outside. Later this woman understood why. Two days later her aunt passed away. God’s grace had protected this troubled woman until she met her savior and God’s grace remained to take her home.
Praise the Lord for the faith of this Christian woman. She has been a faithful servant within the church.
Pray for Myanmar believers strengthened in hope and confident in Christ’s power to defeat the works of the evil one.

We Want to Sacrifice

Mima’s hands grasp the grains of rice, letting it spill from her fingertips as she sets apart a portion of food for the day. The same hands rise in worship and prayer. The same hands make soap; share literature; and help the poor, the widows and orphans. The same hands tenderly care and tend for her family. In Mima’s heart rests this hope: The fruit coming from her hands is something eternal.

We Want to Sacrifice

Every Friday, Mima and other women from churches all across Myanmar meet for a day of fasting and prayer at their Women’s Fellowships. They pray for their families and lift up the needs of the local church. They read God’s Word and go out into their communities to encourage their female neighbors in the Lord. Their sole desire is to know and love the Lord more, and they have seen the Lord work powerfully.

These women find joy in sacrificing their possessions for the Lord. 2 Corinthians 8:3–5, For I bear witness that according to their ability, yes, and beyond their ability, they were freely willing, imploring us with much urgency that we would receive the gift and the fellowship of the ministering to the saints. And not only as we had hoped, but they first gave themselves to the Lord, and then to us by the will of God.

Not Your Everyday Women

Beyond your average women’s meetings, there is something profoundly unique about this particular group of ladies. Much like the example given in Proverbs 31 in the Bible, these women stretch out their hands and resources to the poor and needy around them.

Like Mima, each woman in the fellowship raises funds for their fellowship and for the kingdom of God. They set aside a handful of rice from the daily portion they cook for their families; they make soap and sell it; and they also sell vegetables in the market. By doing so, Mima and the other Women’s Fellowship ladies sow into the kingdom and their church with the finances they raise. They are not afraid they will go hungry by their sacrifice—to them, it is a sacrifice worth giving unto the Lord.

We want to participate, we want to give, we want to sacrifice what we have, even if it is small things, Mima says. It gives us strength to give for the Lord.

Through Mima and the other women’s efforts, they are able to support three local Bible college students. Last year they were able to provide a few flood victims in their area with rice, clothes and drinks.

In my thinking, fundraising is very important, Mima says. If we don’t have funds, we cannot do any mission work or sponsor any items or activities. So fundraising is very important.

The women also help each other out with hospital bills when one of the women in their fellowship gives birth. Through their fundraising and fellowship, they have seen a strong bond of unity form among them.

Whenever we make an arrangement for fundraising, Mima says, we can have more fellowship at that time, and also we have good relationships with each other . . . also, it gives more happiness to our heart when we participate in activities.

Along with their fundraising, they remain active in sharing their personal testimonies of God’s faithfulness in their lives. For Mima, it hasn’t always been easy to share her faith. There have been times when she simply had no courage. But she would pray, and the Lord would give her strength and boldness to comfort those in need and share His love with her neighbors. Along with these house visits, Mima and some of the other women make it a point to invite women in their community to come to their prayer and worship gatherings.

Blooming and Growing in Christ

Over the course of the years, Mima has seen her Women’s Fellowship come to life. It has grown and bloomed as the women themselves grow in their fellowship and in their love for one another, for God and for others who need to know Him.

Cheerfully and willingly, Mima and the Women’s Fellowship give and make sacrifices. Their efforts have a great reward, for their eyes are fixed on eternal things as they aim to serve God in every area of their lives.

Their hands will always toil with hard work. They will sacrifice a daily meal so others may experience the Bread of Life for the first time. They have joy knowing their efforts, small or large, are making a difference. They walk together in unity and fellowship, all with one purpose in mind—to love the people around them with all they have found in the Lord.

Sanjushree’s Testimony

Sanjushree can’t easily hide the fact that she once had leprosy. Her gnarled hands and toes display the effects of a 40-year battle with the disease. The 100-year-old woman remembers the day it began.

Sanjushree was 9 when she first noticed her fingers had started to curl inward. She didn’t understand why—neither did her parents or the doctors or the witch doctors they visited in search of the answer.

Years passed, and the young girl’s fingers didn’t straighten out. Embarrassed by her disfigurement, Sanjushree kept to herself, interacting only when necessary.

There were times when she traveled with the village midwife, watching and learning how to help pregnant women deliver their babies. But beyond that, she tried to separate herself from the community, afraid others might catch whatever it was that was crippling her fingers.

When Sanjushree was 22, she married and eventually had two daughters. Five years after her marriage, skin lesions appeared on Sanjushree’s body. That’s when she knew it was leprosy.

Her husband stood by her, continuing to love her; so did her children. There were some in her community who became fearful and cut off all contact with the young woman. But others didn’t let the stigma of leprosy interfere with their friendship, choosing instead to see Sanjushree as the kind woman who had once helped them deliver their children.

As Sanjushree’s body suffered with the lesions, her heart ached with the emotional pain the leprosy caused. She wasn’t sure what to do, but she was determined to continue on with her life. While her husband worked as a carpenter, she worked by making brooms and cane baskets, catching and selling fish, and farming. She didn’t let her gnarled fingers or the other symptoms of leprosy keep her from helping provide for her family.

One day, a carpenter friend told her about a nearby church that had a small hospital where people with all sorts of health problems were treated.

For the first time in years, Sanjushree found a reason to hope and began to believe she might actually find healing.

It was here where 30-year-old Sanjushree first heard about Jesus. Doctors treated her and then sent her to another small hospital that was connected to a church. As Sanjushree attended the church, she learned more and more about Jesus. She discovered He could heal people afflicted with leprosy—and a deep faith took root in her heart. She knew, without a doubt, Jesus could heal her, and she depended on it.

Throughout the following year, she grew in intimacy with the Lord as the pastor taught her from God’s Word. Even though she was illiterate and couldn’t read the Word herself, she engraved what she heard in her mind.

When her husband died a year later, her trust in Jesus sustained her.

Sanjushree continued to trust and wait on God to heal her for 20 more years. Finally, when she was 50 years old, she experienced the healing she had prayed and longed for! Filled with overflowing joy, Sanjushree decided she wanted to spend the rest of her life helping others who were suffering with sickness.

Able to understand their affliction and heartache like few others could, Sanjushree spent the next 50 years praying for those who were ill. She’d share with them about her own struggle with leprosy and about God’s miraculous healing and love in her life—and the Lord used her.

God freed people suffering from spiritual oppression or various sicknesses after Sanjushree prayed for them.

She eventually joined a church led by a GFA-supported pastor where the pastor and the Women’s Fellowship have been a source of encouragement and help to her. It was here, too, where she learned more about sharing the Good News with others.

“I was touched by [Sanjushree’s] love for the Lord,” says Julia, the regional Women’s Fellowship leader. “Our pastor . . . said that every week when she comes to church, she will bring at least one person to the church. That is her passion for the Lord! I am so amazed by the boldness she has. She doesn’t fear anyone. … When we asked [her] how she is able to do all these things, she replied, ‘I am like a lion. When Jesus is with me, why should I fear anything?'”

Through her boldness, God has used 100-year-old Sanjushree to show people His saving grace as she travels to different places, praying for people, helping with childbirth deliveries and proclaiming the excellencies of Him who healed her.

Love on Fire

A fire burned inside Myo Zaw. It was lit the day the Lord redeemed him, and it grew hotter and more intense every single day. He was like the prophet Jeremiah, unable to keep the love of Christ hidden within himself. If he tried, he felt restless, he felt sick.

Weary of holding it in, Myo Zaw shouted from the roadsides and in market places, “Christ [redeemed] me, and He will [redeem] you also!”

People thought he had gone mad. Those in his community already knew him as a hot-blooded drunkard who fought with people and beat his wife and children, and now he proved his insanity.

“But I knew I was not mad,” Myo Zaw says. “The love of God just would not simply keep [quiet] in my heart. I wanted to pour it out and share it.”

Independently Ministering

Consumed by a fire that could not be put out, Myo Zaw traveled throughout his region, walking from place to place, sharing the Word of God. He told people “how a sinner like me was found by God.” In three years, he visited 100 communities. His wife, Shway, sent him letters while he was away to encourage him.

“If your life can change by Christ, there is no one who cannot be changed by Christ,” she’d say. “So wherever you are going and sharing the Word of God, we are here to pray for you. I believe people will be changed by the love of Christ.”

And people were—350 of them. They heard of His great love and saw it lived out in His child, and it changed them.

Following Like Jesus

Not long after, a man visited Myo Zaw’s village and shared about the different places in their country and how Jesus went to a foreign land, though heaven was His home.

The fire inside Myo Zaw intensified. He knew without any doubt that his life needed to be about sharing the Lord’s love with others. It was a powerful love that transformed him, and he knew others needed it, too.

He told himself, “It is better that I go and give my life for the people in foreign lands.” So he and his wife prayed and prepared themselves to live in an area where people were unfamiliar with the Lamb of God.

Nearly 10 years later, God sent them to the southern region of their country as GFA-supported missionaries.

Forced Out of Community

In their new community, people quickly realized Myo Zaw and his family were Christians and decided they would have nothing to do with the new arrivals.

“We were [forced] out of community,” Pastor Myo Zaw says, “and it is very difficult to live without community.”

People threw stones at Myo Zaw’s home and threatened to penalize others if they spoke to the Christians. Even Myo Zaw’s young children faced discrimination at school because of their faith.

“Sometimes, when we would go to the market,” Pastor Myo Zaw recalls, “they’d look at us as if we were enemies. All these things we faced, but the Lord showed His grace upon us through which we are still OK now.”

Turning of Hearts

Myo Zaw, Shway and their children trusted Christ throughout the hardships, and with the Spirit’s fiery love pulsating within them, they learned how to love the people in their new community.

The pastor started with film ministry, showing people movies they enjoyed and also the film of Jesus’ life. The local children felt Myo Zaw’s and his wife’s warmth and began visiting them. Myo Zaw and Shway would give the young boys and girls treats, teach them songs and bathe the ones that came looking haggard.

The community watched how they cared for their children and wondered why this man and his wife loved them so much. Soon, people talked to them at the market, and Pastor Myo Zaw and Shway were able to reveal Christ’s love to them.

They cared for the sick and took people to the hospital when needed. When floodwaters destroyed homes and livelihoods, they and other GFA-supported workers helped provide relief. Pastor Myo Zaw frequently visited people to encourage them and offer words of life and hope in Christ Jesus. And people visited him as well.

God’s Most Powerful Weapon

The fire God kindled within Myo Zaw on the first day of his redemption continues to burn brighter and hotter as the years pass.

“My love has become deeper for them. I care for them more,” he says of the people who are now his friends. “That’s why I don’t want to go back to my hometown. That is why I would like to sacrifice my whole life for them.”

After 14 years of displaying Christ’s love, people feel and understand Myo Zaw’s love for them and many return it. They’ve come to know that “everything I do is for them,” he says. And he does it because of Christ.

“What I have found in my life,” Myo Zaw says, “is that love is the most powerful weapon we have from God.”

The Galilee Boat

The river was busy. It was always busy during high tide. Boatmen competed with each other to ferry people and belongings from the market to villages and back. Some boats were so weighed down that the tops were only a few inches from the water’s surface.

This was the way of life for people living near the shores, where channels of water sliced through the ground and boats helped people get around from village to village.

But the Galilee Boat was different. It was just Pastor Myo Zaw and his disciple, Nyein Shein, on this boat. They traversed through the river together. Myo Zaw stood toward the front of the boat, a handwoven bag slung across his chest and packets of information about true hope in his left hand. Nyein Shein was at the stern, bending this way and that as he navigated the vessel through the murky waters, careful not to collide into other boats.

For Pastor Myo Zaw and Nyein Shein, traveling through the waters was less about getting around and more about meeting people.

“Galilee Boat is like a second life for us, which is very important for our [ministry],” Myo Zaw said.

The boat was a means to minister. It created opportunities for Pastor Myo Zaw to talk with fishermen or the men waiting to ferry people from the market. He’d also go to villages that could only be visited by boat.

Through the Galilee Boat, people who had never heard about the redemptive love of Christ could finally witness it. They’d see it in the life of the man who traveled in the boat just to see them, and they’d hear it in his voice when he’d speak words of life found in the Word of God. And something would happen inside their hearts. They believed that still, small voice that whispered to them, “I am the living God.”

Three fellowships and 16 other smaller fellowships grew in villages that Pastor Myo Zaw visited via the Galilee Boat.

The boat has become “famous,” Myo Zaw said. But not because it’s constantly traveling through the channels of water, looking to meet new people. It’s become famous because of the timely help it’s provided.

The region where Pastor Myo Zaw and Nyein Shein serve is known to flood during monsoon seasons. When it does, they use the Galilee Boat to bring relief supplies, like food and medicine, to stranded villagers and to rescue people by transferring them to safer regions.

“I believe God gave me this boat to help the community in the times of difficulties,” Myo Zaw said.

And that’s where you’ll find him and Nyein Shein, out on the Galilee Boat, navigating the busy river to help people in their community.

Munay’s Testimony

Tears freely tumbled down Munay’s cheeks and spilled onto her already soaked pillow. It was so hard. Cancer raged inside her body even though Munay had underwent surgery and eight chemo injections. Now radiotherapy attacked her cancerous cells. Too sick to move, Munay lay on her bed. Thoughts raced in her head, moving her past the physical pain—her heart was breaking. She couldn’t die now, not yet. There was so much work yet to be done, and if she didn’t do it, who would?

Munay grew up going to church and knew the Bible well. Her pastor even appointed her to be a Sunday school teacher, but she felt something was missing.

“I never committed myself freely into God’s hand,” she said.

Because of this, she had no peace. She searched for it by going to different prayer meetings, but “I always came back empty handed,” she said. “Yet there was hope in my life that one day God would touch me and fill my heart with His divine peace.”

That revelation came while attending a Christian convention. She was inspired by the believers and their passionate worship. It seemed they loved Jesus deeply. After hearing a message from Isaiah 44:22, Munay understood for the first time that Jesus had willingly laid down His life for her. When she took this to heart and personally accepted God’s love, everything changed.

“Peace and joy filled my life in abundance,” she said.

Munay was now entrusted with a deep yearning to help those who didn’t know Jesus, her Savior. She cried out to the Lord to use her, and He answered. After she graduated Bible college in 2006, she began serving the Lord in her home state. Munay, there on her knees, would find true victory amidst years of controversy.

During her ministry Munay didn’t experience an easy road. Because she was not an eloquent speaker it was difficult for her to convey to people the message of hope she carried. The individuals she served were highly educated and thought little of Munay, especially as she stumbled through her words. The youths also threw stones at her house as an attempt to scare her off. But no matter how much the locals looked down on her and treated her as lowly, she would not become discouraged. Munay was convinced she was called by God, and she was prepared to face all kinds of adverse circumstances on her knees.

It was an uphill climb, but the more difficult the situations Munay faced, the more she was willing to bow her head. As a result, the Lord in His mercy answered her prayers and blessed her ministry. Through the work of the Holy Spirit, she established a prayer fellowship with eventually 10 believers. The local people mocked them in their new journey with Jesus. They tried to discourage them with sarcastic remarks, but Munay encouraged the believers and fixed her eyes heavenward with them. Munay well understood what they were facing.

After five years of serving in this community, Munay’s life weathered yet another difficult season. In 2014, Munay found out she had cancer. This devastated Munay, but not for herself. She cried out to the Lord day and night, asking God to spare her life.

“Lord, please heal me, as I have much work remaining to do,” Munay prayed through her sobs. “I must do the work.”

However, even in sickness Munay was not deterred from loving and trusting Jesus. She believed God would heal her body. Her ministry didn’t stop either. Munay encouraged her brothers and sisters in God’s Word while on her sickbed, praying and longing to be with them daily.

After a time, the Lord answered Munay’s faith-filled prayers and brought her healing. Munay came through her terminal illness as one tried through fire, and her testimony in Christ appears golden.

“When you are in good health, do as much as you can for the Lord. Do not take your life for granted,” Munay exhorted her brothers and sisters, managing to stand before them as her body grew stronger. “Let us not grow weary, but let us be zealous in serving the Lord. And may the Lord not have to put you in a position to make you realize how little you have done. We must do the work. If we do not do it, then who will? Make the most of the life that God has given us.”

Berki’s Testimony

Berki, a member of the Hamer community of southwestern Ethiopia, was a slight child. His father said he was too weak to look after the cattle, so when Berki was 16, he sent him to school. There Berki met an evangelist, who told him about Jesus, and he became a Christian.

Berki completed school and returned home to teach. When Berki told his family about his new faith, his father dismissed the notion. His parents stopped supporting him financially. After eight months of teaching and family tension, he sensed a strong prompting to leave his job and go to Dimeka.

Berki resolved to work full time in ministry. Soon, he accepted a church position.

Berki returned home for a visit. To his surprise, his family welcomed him warmly. He hoped they had softened. Even Berki’s older brother, Gadi, seemed to set aside their differences.

‘Brother, do you want to go with me to cut the honey?’ Gadi asked. Berki loved honey.

They set out the next morning, walking far from home. At dusk, Gadi and Berki walked into a valley. Gadi told Berki to rest while he walked a little way to see where they were.

What Berki didn’t know was that his family had told his brother to kill him.

As heavy rain began to fall, Berki realised his brother had left him. He climbed out of the valley to see if he recognised any landmarks.

Terrified, he sat in the mud and cried. As Berki tried to stand again, he realised a river of sand and mud had swallowed his right leg like concrete. Exhausted, Berki pleaded with God.

Lord, if you don’t take me, help me sleep. I don’t want to be awake if the wild animals attack me.

Sleep overtook him. As dawn broke, he opened his eyes. Praise God!

Berki tugged to free himself. Hyena tracks everywhere but they had not attacked. Berki climbed to the top of a nearby mountain and breathed a grateful prayer. With renewed strength, he began the long walk home.

Later, Berki attended a workshop where he’d learn to tell accurate Bible stories. Today, as a full-time evangelist, Berki wears traditional clothing and rides his bicycle to nearby villages to tell Bible stories where people welcome him.