Woman and Her Saviour in Persia: By a Returned MissionaryLaurie, Thomas
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Woman and Her Saviour in Persia: By a Returned Missionary
Laurie, Thomas
Church of the East -- Missions; Missions -- Iran; Women missionaries
"And now, beloved friends, who with them flew on the wings of the
gospel across the ocean to tell us of salvation, we rejoice to-day that
the sharp arrows of death have not touched you. Ye have been more than
fathers and mothers to us. Our hearts are full of love to every one of
you, O blessed band! but we cannot express it, except with a heavenly
tongue. When darkness reigned in the breast of every son of the
Chaldeans, and no whisper of salvation had fallen on the ear of their
daughters, you opened the beauties of the priceless pearl before our
eyes, that it should enlighten us with heavenly brightness. We cannot
make known all that you have done for us. Let it remain till that day
of light when the Lord shall commend you before his chosen. When we
look at our dear teachers, our hearts warm to you with no common love,
because you led them to leave the sweet place of their nativity for our
sakes. You have been parents to them, wiping away their tears with the
soft hand of a mother, and sharing their trials with a father's heart.
While you have helped them in every department of their school, the
blessing has all been ours.
"If on the wings of an eagle we should fly to the extreme north, we
should find no such school as this, crowned with blessings, but should
see our sisters groaning in bitterness, saying, 'Not one ray from the
divine sun rises on us in our misery.' If we turn to the south, there
we see the daughters of Arabia lamenting, 'In all this desert, not one
oasis yields the waters of life to quench our burning thirst.' Eternity
alone will suffice to praise Him who sent you, the only heralds of his
grace, to us sinners.
"But our southern journey is not finished. From one end of Africa to
the other our sisters lie wrapped in the shadows of death; and if we
turn to the east, all the way to China, the daughters cry, 'Wretched is
our unhappy lot: no cloud of mercy, such as surrounds you, lights up
the place of our abode. So on the west, as far as Constantinople, our
companions in suffering have no school to sound in their ears the
blessed name of Jesus.
"What are we, that the Lord should choose us from the midst of such
darkness, and send you to us with the message of life? Let all nations,
with wondering lips, praise the Almighty for his grace to us, so
worthless.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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