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Two Mothers

Long, long ago, so I have been told,

Two saints once met on the streets paved with gold.

"By the stars in your crown," said the one to the other,

"I see that on earth, you too were a mother;

And by the blue-tinted halo you wear,

You too have known sorrow and deepest despair."

"Ah yes," came the answer, "I once had a son,

A sweet little lad, full of laughter and fun."

"But tell of your child-" "Oh, I knew I was blest

From the moment I first held him close to my breast;

And my heart almost burst with the joy of that day."

"Ah yes," sighed the other, "I felt the same way."

The former continued, "The first steps he took-

So eager and breathless; the sweet, startled look

Which came over his face-he trusted me so-"

"Yes," sighed the other, "how well do I know!"

"But soon he had grown to a tall handsome boy,

So stalwart and kind, and it gave me such joy

To have him just walk down the street by my side."

" How often I shielded and spared him from pain;

And when he, for others, was cruelly slain,

When they crucified him and they spat in his face,

How gladly would I have hung there in His place!"

A moment of silence-"Oh, then you are she,

The mother of Christ?" and she fell on one knee.

But Mary raised her up, drawing her near,

And kissed from the cheek of the woman, a tear.

"Tell me the name of your son you loved so,

That I may share with you your grief and your woe."

She lifted her eyes, looking straight at the other,

"He was Judas Iscariot! I am his mother!"

-Author Unknown

Karen Sallee

Praise God! The day of miracles is not past.

The first part of this year, the Lord started burdening me for mission work in Malawi, Africa. My dad and Bro. Michael Smith had gone there last year and the people were so sincere.

We left the States on July 3, and finally arrived in Msikita Village, Malawi, five days later. Many, many people greeted us, cheering us along as we approached the village. It was so touching. They immediately began to win a special place in my heart.

My mission was to work with the women and children. The women taught me how to do some of their jobs and laughed at my awkwardness. They were so friendly and open trying to teach their language.

We took a few toys for the children and every evening about 75 to 100 children came to the house to play. They were surprised when I joined in their play. It opened the door to instant friendship.

We had a meeting the first weekend of Monark. It was special to us, because we knew the saints at home were having the same kind of meeting. Between three and four hundred people attended. Some of them had walked for two days to attend. That was a real challenge to me.

After the meeting I had planned to have Bible School with the village children. Our translator was translating my lessons into their native language and I was going to read them to the children and do crafts.

The Lord had other plans. On Tuesday, July 22nd, four of us rode bicycles and walked for two hours to the nearest phone to call the States and let Mom know we were well and things were going fine. On the way back to the village, I noticed I was unusually tired. By nighttime, I had horrible chills. At about 4:30 in the morning, I got up and went outside. On my way back, my strength left me and I collapsed on the ground. That's when I realized something was badly wrong. No one was around, so I prayed and asked God to either send someone or give me strength. I finally managed to make it back inside and lay down. When I told Dad the next morning what had happened, and saw his instant concern, I knew what it was . . . MALARIA. The natives do not seem to be real aquainted with the doctrine of divine healing, so Dad explained to them that we were trusting the Lord and asked them to go to a phone and let the folks at home know I was sick. They were gravely concerned.

When Dad came back in, I had a high fever and my temples and behind my eyes were aching so badly. Dad began to pray for me and God instantly took the aching away. This was the first miracle that we experienced. Oh, there were so many along the way! Not only did He take the headache away, but during the rest of my sickness my eyes never hurt again. That was a healing! By Friday I was so bad that we decided we had to leave the village and get back to the city of Blantyre where there would be better accommodations and it would be easier to take care of me. It was very hard for me to leave because I couldn't give a proper good-bye to all of the friends I had made. It seemed like we were leaving in the middle of our work, but it was God's work and I told Dad there must be a reason, and that this was something God was allowing.

As we were leaving, Dad had to help me walk to the truck. I was so weak I had to lean on him for support. My fever was high and I was sick to my stomach, but God was with us. We had gone but a short distance down the trail when the fever broke. It was gone! God took it all away. It took us seven hours to make the seventy-five mile trip out of the bush back to the city of Blantyre. The truck we had hired broke down six times and we ended up traveling in three different vehicles before we finally arrived at the Lodge where we booked a room. By then I was able to walk on my own. Bro. Failos and his son were with us. I believe this was their time to witness God's healing touch.

Much of my sickness I don't remember, but I'll never forget the day that Mom and Michael walked in. We needed the reinforcement so badly, and the saints had sent us some.

During my whole sickness I was never fearful, even when I found out how serious my condition was. I was confident I was ready to meet God. But saints, God spared my life! He worked miracle after miracle to bring me to where I am now.

There were three definite visitations from God that are priceless to me. When I was in Blantyre I was praying and asking God to please speak to me. He did speak to me saying, "Be still and know that I am God." I was so excited! I knew that He would be with us no matter what and that was worth everything.

After I got home, I grew worse. One night I became very restless in my fevered condition. My family and some of the saints were gathered around my bed praying. I settled down and went to sleep. God visited me. He showed me . . . "this sickness is no different than any other sickness." God can heal a fever, He can heal a headache, and He can heal MALARIA!

My third experience also happened in my room, but involves a conversation in Africa. Sis. Katherine Williams had had a vision in which she had seen me lying on a bed, or cot, and behind the head of the cot was a bright light. She took that light to be my healing. This experience was relayed to us by one of the saints, by phone, while we were still in Malawi. One night after God had gotten us back home, I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I awoke to find a very bright light shining in my window at the head of my bed. I asked the next morning what it was, but no one else had seen it. That's when Dad recalled Sister Katherine's vision. Isn't it wonderful how God works? He isn't fast; He's not too slow; He's always right on time. I'm thankful to be serving a God who hears the smallest cry.

If there is anyone who doesn't think there are miracles anymore, I am living proof that there are! I couldn't walk on my own for about five weeks, but I was able to go to church Sunday night, August 24, without a wheelchair. God still works miracles; He worked so many for me.

I thank all the saints for their cards, calls, offerings, prayers, and prayer chains, the sleep you lost to pray for me and the food you didn't eat to fast for my healing. You held me up when I couldn't do it myself. I am indebted mostly to the Lord, but also to my family and the saints of God. My miracle is your miracle, so help me praise the Lord and give Him all the glory.

Letters

AL-Dear Bro. Wayne and Sis. Mary: Greetings in the precious name of Jesus. I thank the Lord for His many blessings and for salvation.

I enjoy the Faith and Victory paper, especially the testimonies.

I had a real bad fall on May 15, and it really messed up my shoulder and arm. I suffered a lot with it. I was in a lot of pain one morning, and I started reading all the testimonies of what the Lord had done for all the other people. It just lifted me up. I felt so much better, and the Lord said to me, "You write yours, so that it might help somebody." I said, "All right Lord, if You want me to, I will." The Lord has really done a lot for me. He gets all the honor and glory for it, because I was in His hands. I just want to thank Him for it all. I want to be true to Him to the end. Heaven will be worth it all. Praise the good Lord.

In Christian love, -Melva Hood

OR-Dear Bro. Wayne and all at the Print Shop: Greetings in Jesus' name, the only name under heaven that gives eternal life. We trust all there are well and happy in your service to the Lord.

We are praying much for the different meetings that are being held, asking the Lord to anoint the preaching and save souls. We trust that, God willing, we can attend some camp meetings next year and enjoy some fellowship with God's people.

We are thankful for the cassette tapes of messages from different ministers and the singing on them. We are thankful for the Faith and Victory with the articles, testimonies and reports each month, and ask God's blessings on all that are laboring there in His vineyard. the funeral, those who sent cards and gifts, and also your prayers at this time were much needed. They were a comfort to all our family, and we are so thankful for the Lord's presence in every part of the funeral.

Also, we very much appreciated the help, concern and love received from our neighbors, friends and family. Everyone was so wonderful. May our Lord richly bless every one of you.

-Bro. James White and family

TN-Dear Bro. Wayne and co-workers: Greetings of Christian love and fellowship. I trust this finds each of you well and encouraged to press on in the Bible way to heaven. It's a good and precious way, and I thank the Lord for it....

I am so thankful to have been in and with the Truth all my life. I give thanks to the dear Lord and His people. Keep up the good work.

-Bro. Charles Williams

NC-Dear Bro. Murphey and saints: Grace be unto you, and peace from God our Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ. Praise His holy name! I thank our Lord for His goodness and mercies. He has been a blessing in my life.

As a new convert, it is wonderful to learn and gain knowledge in the Word of God....

With the blessed knowledge that is printed through you all, we as one can help many souls who are lost. Continue doing God's will. I will keep you in my prayers.

The Lord has blessed me with a project. Will you all pray that it will be successful? My love be with you all in Christ Jesus.

-Sis. Carol McCain

CA-Words cannot express how happy I am right now, after just reading the tracts you all sent me some time ago. In each one of the tracts I felt God's anointing. I said, "I just must send for some more." I do evangelistic work since it is so needed here....

I moved from Ada, Oklahoma to California in 1941. I do have to say I like it here, but I wish I was able to come there to church. Oh well, I do know that God is everywhere, but God is not in everybody.

I do ask you all to pray for me. I am a diabetic, but I intend to work until God calls me home.... Also, pray for my family.

-Sis. Leona Grace

FL-Dear Bro. Murphey: Just a line with greetings in the name of Jesus. I trust all is well with the Print Shop. The picture as shown in the Faith and Victory paper looks good. I pray that the work will grow to the glory of God. We love the "Truth" of the Word of God.

Sincerely in Christ, -Sis. Judith Klokner

LA-Dear Ones: Greetings in the name of the Lord. We are thankful to still be saved. His goodness and mercy is so precious.

Max is doing about the same. He has his good days and there are times when his mind is very confused. Thank the Lord, he is never confused when it comes to the scriptures. I am getting along pretty well.

May the Lord bless and keep you and the work you are doing. Christian love,

-Bro. Max & Sis. Lula Williamson

Malawi Report

"Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there any thing too hard for me?" Jer. 32:27. "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee." Isa. 41:10, 13. These scriptures as well as many others were given to me during my daughter's recent battle with malaria.

On July 3rd, of this year, the Lord helped my daughter, Karen, whom He had burdened along with myself, to make a return missionary trip to the country of Malawi, Africa, where Bro. Michael Smith and I had visited last summer. It was such a thrill to drive down those now familiar roads and into the village again where we were so enthusiastically received by the people I had come to love so much. It was like coming back home, yet we were in a strange land. Even the native truck driver we had hired to take us to the village was deeply moved by the love he saw the people had for us. There is nothing like the love of God.

We found that the work has grown considerably since we were there last year. The number of congregations Bro. Failos is now working with in Malawi has doubled from eleven to twenty-two. There are also many congregations in the neighboring country of Mozambique that he is trying to help.

This year, due to the increase in transportation cost and an impending food shortage in the country, we were not able to travel around from congregation to congregation and have services. Instead we had a meeting at Msikita Village where we were staying. It was attended by all who could come from the various congregations we had visited last year, as well as the new congregations, and many from Mozambique. The people either walked or came by bicycle, some a very long distance, sleeping out in the bush at night. Their attention and response to the Word was very good. One day we had a baptismal service in which fifty people were baptized. We had visitors to the village daily, bringing offerings of rice, eggs, chickens or garden produce.

We took 150 Bibles with us to distribute but there is still a great need for more. Another serious and growing need is food. The maize crop which is their main food source failed this year. It will be the spring of next year before another crop will come off, so starvation may become a reality to many people. Maize is available in the neighboring country of Mozambique, but the price is going up. The people are very poor and will not be able to buy an adequate amount. We are considering ways to help those that we can with this problem. It is very difficult to know how to deal with it. Please help us pray for guidance in this matter.

On July 22nd, our work with the people was cut short when Karen came down with malaria. The natives say that when you get malaria you either take medicine to live or you die, unless God heals you. There are over a million deaths a year in Africa from malaria. We knew we were dealing with life and death. I told those we were staying with that in the States we always pray and trust God to heal, and that God would do the same for us in Africa. I began to fast and pray, and sent word of our predicament to our family who was attending the National Camp Meeting at Monark Spring, MO. Although we were allowed to stare death in the face a number of times, God was faithful to His Word and was with us every step of the way, performing miracle after miracle. Each time we made a move by faith, God worked another miracle. Space does not permit us to enumerate each step of our journey and every special visitation and answer to prayer. We were not alone in the battle. As the word got out, prayer chains were started all over the United States with people praying around the clock. When we got back to the States the Lord burdened ministers to come and stay with us and help "...turn the battle to the gate." Isa. 28:6. All glory goes to God who has given us the victory through our Lord, Jesus Christ. He broke the power of this affliction and gave Karen life and not death. Glory to His holy name. Though still weak in body, she is gaining in strength. Please continue to pray for her and praise God for what He has done.

Words cannot adequately express our appreciation to all who labored in prayer, losing sleep and laying aside food to help bear our burden. By the gracious giving of many people, all our expenses have been met during this time. God bless you each one. Thank the Lord for victory. No, there is not any thing too hard for God.

Please continue to pray for the saints in Malawi. They are dear people, worthy of our love and care.

Editorials

Clara Barton, founder of the American Red Cross, suffered much criticism, but bore it bravely and patiently. One day a friend reminded her of a particularly mean thing someone had done. "Surely you remember that, Clara!" she cried. "No," came the answer, "I distinctly remember forgetting that!"

There are many things we need to forget. In some ways, the adage "ignorance is bliss," is true. It is not that we should ignore those things which may possibly harm us, especially if they have done so in the past, but it is simple wisdom to forget what is counterproductive to peace.

And so, the wrongs we have suffered at the hands of others must be forgotten. Charles Spurgeon once said, "Pray for a short memory as to all unkindnesses."

I remember the story of an aged saint who said that he once had an enemy. In fact, he declared, it was a very determined enemy. But the aged saint could not recall the person's name. If a name cannot be placed to an act, the act will have lost its virility. There are some people, however, who at the mere mention of an individual's name, will respond with bitterness of attitude.

After his resurrection, what do you suppose Christ thought when He met Peter on the shore of Tiberias? Do you think His impeccable mem-ory recalled every bitter detail of how Peter had denied him to a damsel? (John 18:17.) Or can we rather hear the love and concern in His voice when He said, "...Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me?... Feed my sheep." John 21:17.

We must also forget the good that we have done. If we do, we won't have a problem following the proverb which says, "Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips." Proverbs 27:2. It was once said, "If you have done a kindness, forget it. If someone else has done a kindness, shout it from the housetop." A verse of poem also puts it well:

Forget each kindness that you do

As soon as you have done it;

Forget the praise that falls to you

As soon as you have won it.

After repentance and the full knowledge that Christ paid for our salvation at Calvary, we must forget our past sins. While we should remember with gratitude how much the Lord has changed our lives, there is no redeeming benefit in dwelling on the details of past sins. Such recollection will aid the devil in either condemning us, or puffing us up with a shameful pride.

In this regard we can take a cue from Dwight Moody, who wrote, "God has put our sins not only where we cannot see them, He has put them where He cannot see them." God has said, "...and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more." Hebrews 8:12.

Recalling past wrongs can ruin any relationship. It is like two former college friends who had a chance meeting, and talked for hours to catch up on each other's lives. At midnight one of them noticed a clock and said, "Oh, my, I must get home to my wife."

Several days later, the two met again. One told the other that his wife had taken it very well though he had returned home so late after the night of their visit. The other man said, "I went home and explained the lateness to my wife and she didn't take it very well. She became historical."

"Don't you mean she became hysterical?" questioned the first friend.

"No," was the answer, "she became historical. She began to bring up all my past faults and failures."

What would it be like if God became historical? How would we feel if He resurrected all our past sins? When you feel that perhaps you've been less than what you wished to be, what would it be like to hear Him say, "Well, that's not the first time you have done it." He is kinder than that, so why should we pester ourselves with the recollection of a sinful past when even God refuses to do so?

The two months since we last published the Faith and Victory have seemed a long time. Yet it has been time well spent. The workers here at the Print Shop have diligently printed and processed thousands of books and tracts which are ready to be sent out. If you would like a free sample of tracts, send your request to this office. One small tract, accompanied by the Holy Spirit, can be the means of someone being encouraged and enlightened. The written word may lodge where the spoken word can never reach.

It was inspiring to meet with so many of the saints this year during the days I spent at the Monark Springs National Camp Meeting. There was grandeur in the way God's Spirit worked, and messages were preached containing practical substance. More was offered over the pulpit than trite theology. Encouragement, as well as warnings, were presented in a manner which reached the soul.

On Wednesday of the Monark Springs Meeting, word came via telephone of a problem concerning Bro. Bob Sallee and his daughter, Karen, who were doing missionary work in Malawi, Central Africa. It was soon determined that Sis. Karen had contracted malaria and was seriously ill. The overriding burden of the rest of the meeting was for Bro. Bob and Sis. Karen's welfare. General prayer sessions were called, and prayer chains formed. The throne of heaven was inundated with hundreds of petitions. Bro. Bob's wife, Sis. Irma, and Bro. Michael Smith, quickly obtained plane tickets and flew to Blantyre, Malawi, to be with them.

When Bro. Bob and Sis. Karen's scheduled flight back to the States came, they were on it. At every step of the way, God miraculously intervened. It was a huge accomplishment to get Sis. Karen home, but the battle wasn't over. Her body was often wracked with chills and fever and the saints continued to hold on to God with constant prayers throughout the nights. As a result, God brought her out of this affliction with a wonderful testimony of His love toward His people.

The testimonies of Bro. Bob and Sis. Karen appear on pages 6-9 of this issue, with accompanying photos on pages 4, 5 and 6.

We apologize for the lack of space in this month's Faith and Victory. With a two month accumulation of submitted material, we had to drastically cut some things, and be selective in others. Dated material was given preference. We hope to catch up on articles, poems, missionary reports, letters, etc., in future issues.

Recently my wife, Mary, and I, spent some time with Bro. Isaac and Sis. Lavina Martens in Kingman, KS. For many years they were ardent members of the Anthony, KS congregation, but now are residents of a Care Center. Our visit last Sunday was a confirmation that it is possible to "keep the faith" even when challenged by illness and aging.

If anyone would like to send cards of encouragement to Bro. Isaac and Sis. Lavina, you may do so by addressing them in c/o Wheatlands Home Care Center, 750 W. Washington, Room 108, Kingman, KS 67068.

Sis. Ruby Varghese, the daughter of Bro. John and Sis. Sara Varghese, native missionaries in India, was married to Bro. Biju Baby on June 26, 1997. Our love, best wishes and prayers are with them, as well as our expectation that they will be a blessing to the Church of God congregations in India.

-Wayne Murphey


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