John G. Paton, missionary to the New Hebrides, volume 3 (of 3) : $b An autobiography edited by his brotherPaton, John Gibson
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John G. Paton, missionary to the New Hebrides, volume 3 (of 3) : $b An autobiography edited by his brother
Paton, John Gibson
Missionaries -- Vanuatu -- Biography; Paton, John Gibson, 1824-1907
It does not need that I should inform the Reader of the preceding pages
that this wreck was, in all the circumstances, one of the bitterest
sorrows of my life. I am not ashamed, considering my views of its
spiritual value as the Handmaid of the Gospel in completing Christ’s
Mission on the New Hebrides, to confess that I showed as much emotion,
though in a different way, when I heard the sorrowful news, as did the
Christian Natives at Lenukel, when they rolled themselves in anguish on
the sands, and set up a deathwail as if they had lost their dearest
friend. It requires very little imagination to realize the scene, as the
news was borne from Isle to Isle, and to hear one long, deep, and
heart-breaking cry resounding throughout the New Hebrides—“Alas for the
Gospel Ship! Alas for our dear little _Dayspring_! Alas for the
white-winged Herald of the Cross!”
For one, though firmly believing that her loss was a great blow to all
the higher interests of our Mission, I was able to say: “The Lord gave
and the Lord hath taken away:”—but yet, God forgive me, it was very hard
to add: “Blessed be the Name of the Lord.” But never, in my deepest
soul, did I for a moment doubt that in His hands all must be well.
Whatever trials have befallen me in my Earthly Pilgrimage, I have never
had the trial of doubting that perhaps, after all, Jesus had made some
mistake. No! my blessed Lord Jesus makes no mistakes! When we see all
His meaning, we shall then understand, what now we can only trustfully
believe, that all is well—best for us, best for the cause most dear to
us, best for the good of others and the glory of God. Still, my tears
would flow when I thought of the dear little _Dayspring_, the fruit of
ten years of prayers and toils, the gift of God’s people throughout the
world to our beloved Mission, tumbled from that reef and lying at the
bottom of the Sea. And I felt comforted to think that He, who wept with
the mourning Sisters at the grave of Lazarus, did not rebuke their
tears, but soothed them by weeping with them—“Jesus wept.”
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