Concordia Capital Park - Nuwe Generasie

This beautiful story was written by a doctor who worked in Africa .One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but inspite 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 that 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!' she exclaimed. As in the West,
it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might
be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not
grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

'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 , as I did most days, 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, and that 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 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 hot water bottle today. 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, '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!

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 22-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. Excitement was
mounting. Some thirty or forty 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
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 and give this
dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves
her?' Of course, I replied!

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, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring
it 'that afternoon.'

'Before they call, I will answer.' (Isaiah 65:24)

When you receive this, say the prayer. That's all you have to do. No
strings attached. Just send it on to whomever you want - but do send
it on.

Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but
a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another.

This awesome prayer takes less than a minute.

'Heavenly Father, I ask You to bless my friends reading this. I ask
You to minister to their spirit. Where there is pain, give them Your
peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubting, release a renewed
confidence to work through them. Where there is tiredness or
exhaustion, I ask You to give them understanding, guidance, and
strength. Where there is fear, reveal Your love and release to them
Your courage. Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and
raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them. Give each
of them discernment to recognize the evil forces around them and
reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. I ask You to
do these things in Jesus' name. Amen'