Give Me This Mountain

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She was a lifetime Honorary Vice President of the CICCU and Honorary President and Vice President of the Girl Crusaders’ Union for almost 20 years. After completing her studies, Roseveare applied to WEC to be a medical missionary. In 1953, she went to the Congo, where she was assigned to the north-east provinces. [3] She built a combination hospital/ training center in Ibambi in the early 1950s, then relocated to Nebobongo, living in an old leprosy camp, where she built another hospital. After conflict with other staff at the hospital, she returned to England in 1958. [4] He Gave Us A Valley". worldmissionbooks.com. Archived from the original on 2016-12-21 . Retrieved 2016-12-09. CFP | Living Sacrifice: Willing to be Whittled as an Arrow | Helen Roseveare". www.christianfocus.com . Retrieved 2016-12-09.

Through the brutal heartbreaking experience of rape, God met with me—with outstretched arms of love. It was an unbelievable experience: He was so utterly there, so totally understanding, his comfort was so complete—and suddenly I knew—I really knew that his love was unutterably sufficient. He did love me! He didunderstand! But it was during her teenage years at boarding school in Wales that Helen consciously began searching for God. Yet she later writes that her beliefs at this time were merely superficial: 'I've no idea what I thought of God, or who I thought He was; but there was Somebody, God, who was bigger than everything around me, and I needed Him.' (3) At that time, she believed: 'I could reach Him only if I were absolutely honest.' (4) I imagine many of us can relate to that instinct that we can somehow reach God by our own efforts. Helen was keenly aware that everything in the world, including life itself, seemed useless and meaningless; there had to be something more. This led to further efforts on her own part to reach out after the 'Unseen' - she dabbled in Anglo-Catholicism and regularly attended Confessions and Mass. (5) Yet there was still a great sense of emptiness and futility. It seemed that however earnestly and sincerely she tried to help others, there was a great void in her life. That brings me to my third “one thing.” It is found in Psalm 27:4. “One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple.”This was demonstrated in so many ways: for example, her work with WEC International; her support of Girl Crusaders’ Union (GCU); her worldwide ministry; and in her local church in Belfast. To love the Lord my God with all my mind will involve an intellectual cost. I must give Him my mind, my intelligence, my reasoning powers, and trust Him to work through them, even when He may appear to act in contradiction to common sense. Afterwards, I went up into the mountains and had it out with God. “O.K. God, today I mean it. Go ahead and make me more like Jesus, whatever the cost. But please (knowing myself fairly well), when I feel I can’t stand anymore and cry out, ‘Stop!’ will you ignore my ‘stop’ and remember that today I said ‘Go ahead!’?” This time, she established a medical facility in what is now the Democratic Republic of Congo, which included a 250-bed hospital, maternity ward, leprosy centre and training college for doctors.

Are we seeking 'Jesus plus'? Or are we resting in the knowledge that his grace is all-sufficient to meet our every need? Are we available? We must not get huffy if he chooses one day not to use us and takes the rake or the fork and leaves us in the tool shed. That’s okay. He knows just the minute he wants us to do what he wants us to do and the niche he has for us. He wants to use all of us right through to the end. Honestly, I wasn’t particularly wonderful at all. All my adult life I’d lived out there in Congo. I’d never done medicine anywhere but in Congo. The Congolese were my family. I loved them. I didn’t want to stay at home in the UK. There was truthfully nothing very wonderful about our decision to return. An urgent desire “to please Jesus” had become part of me. I truly wanted to live for him 100 percent. We had known — even when we were captives, even when the beatings were savage, even when things were unpleasant — that God was still on the throne and had not forgotten his own. He was with us. And he will be with us whatever happens. He’s working out his purposes. I’ll never forget that wonderful evening, the first of January, a lovely New Year’s Day over sixty years ago. I can remember it now as though it was yesterday. I don’t know how God does such wonders, but I suddenly knew with absolute assurance that God knew me and loved me so much that he sent his Son Jesus to die for me. I’d heard this wonderful gospel throughout my first term at the university, when I’d been going to Christian Union meetings. I don’t even know why I went to those meetings, except that they drew me, they attracted me; but I didn’t know the Savior. We know we are his ambassadors. We’ve been entrusted with the word of reconciliation and are called to tell others that Jesus died for their sins. And that is the certainty of what should be our present-tense activity. That’s what we’ve been sent to do. God has sent us out to tell others about Jesus. There should be an earnestness in our spirits.I was most pleased to read from the book Psalm 46:10 to my children: Be still, and know that I am God. The book says that our children can trust God when we are worried or scared, and this is something that I often tell my children as well. Do I long to gaze on his beauty so that I may reflect him? In that wonderful verse, 2 Corinthians 3:18, Paul says we are to be mirrors reflecting the loveliness, the glory, the beauty of Jesus, so that others looking at us will see him. Is that really happening? Is that really an expression that describes me? Isaac, Peter, A History of Evangelical Christianity in Cornwall, — privately published (Polperro) by the author (2001).

As I was meditating on the fact that we must share Jesus with others — anywhere, whatever the circumstances — I was reminded of two passages in Scripture. Isaiah 52:7 says, “How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, ‘Your God reigns.’” Isn’t that lovely? Jesus is saying to you and me, “If you’re busy telling others about me, you’re beautiful.” Maybe no one else thinks you or I are particularly beautiful, but God says, “If you’re busy telling others about Jesus, you are beautiful in my eyes.” Through the brutal heart-breaking experience of rape, God met with me—with outstretched arms of love. It was an unbelievable experience: He was so utterly there, so totally understanding, his comfort was so complete—and suddenly I knew—I really knew that his love was unutterably sufficient.” Return Helen Roseveare was born in Haileybury College in Hertfordshire, England in 1925. [2] Her father was Martin Roseveare, the designer of ration books for the United Kingdom used during the Second World War. Her brother, Bob Roseveare, was a wartime codebreaker. She became a Christian as a medical student at Newnham College, Cambridge in 1945. She was involved with the Cambridge Inter-Collegiate Christian Union, attending prayer meetings, Bible study classes and evangelical events. [3]

Helen worked extremely hard to overcome many challenges whilst in the Congo, putting in long hours and carrying out a variety of tasks, often with little recognition. She strove for high standards in all aspects of her work. She resolved never to turn anyone away - to 'receive every visitor, whatever the hour, in His name and for His sake, showing His love.' (19) She was dependent on prayer and walked closely with the Lord, prioritising time with him. Yet despite testifying to the all-sufficiency of God's grace, Helen sensed God saying to her 'you want "Jesus plus". Plus a sense of success…' (20) It was a personal spiritual battle: 'My heart ached. A battle was raging inside me… Yes, I did need others to think of me as a success. Yet, at the same time, my heart knew that Jesus was all I actually wanted or needed.' (21)