Lilias Trotter served as a missionary in Algeria for 40 years, until her death. She was also an accomplished artist. She would often paint scenes of what she saw daily. With that artistic bent came a gift to capture scenes in words as well. In her journal entries, she wrote about many things she observed. Here are some of the treasures I found in this book.
"This dandelion has long ago surrendered its golden petals, and has reached its crowning stage of dying-the delicate seed-globe must break up now – it gives and gives till it has nothing left…there is no sense of wrenching; it stands ready, holding up its little life, not knowing when or where or how the wind that bloweth where it listeth may carry it away. It holds itself no longer for its own keeping, only as something to be given: a breath does the rest, turning the “readiness to win” into the “performance” (2 Corinthians 8:11). And should that through “death oft” has been brought to this point, even acts that look as if they must involve some effort, become something natural, spontaneous, full of heavenly involuntariness,” so simple are they the outcome of the indwelling love of Christ. (p. 99)
She went to Algeria wholly unprepared. Because of serious health problems she was rejected by the mission board she wanted to serve with. Not to be daunted to easily she and two other independently wealthy women went on their own, without knowing the culture or a single word in Arabic. While that was not ideal they stayed there for the long run and did their best to spread the gospel in forbidding soil.
The work was exhausting but Lilias discovered that the solution to that was to seek avidly times of daily refreshment with God and to secure times of retreat. "The greatest battle is spiritual nerves strained by physical stress become a playground for the enemy who would not have his stronghold broken. "
I appreciated one part of the book which told of how important the work of the Holy Spirit is in the life of all who want to serve God. We learn of a fellow colleague, Kate Smith, who while in Switzerland waited on God (an unplanned trip). But while on her way to Algeria she experienced a filling of God’s spirit. She returned with an overwhelming sense of God’s power and joy….workers all broke down in confession and surrender as the sweet breath of God’s Spirit swept over them. Because of this Lilias also sought to have the same experience, and it happened to her as well.
In one part of the story, she writes about her discoveries in relation to temperament. She writes, "It has opened up to me a whole new area that has to be 'subdued unto Himself'- the whole region of natural temperament that lies at the back of the self-life in man & needs to be transformed by the renewing of our mind – translated that does not mean annihilated but transformed by a new mind and body. He can take the very susceptibleness that has been a snare and make it into a means of contact with himself."
She takes a powerful lesson from a bee. "A bee comforted me very much this morning concerning the desultoriness that troubles me in our work. He was hovering among some blackberry sprays, just touching the flowers here and there in a very tentative way, yet all unconsciously, life-life- life was left behind at ever touch, as the miracle-working pollen grains were transferred to the place where they could set the unseen spring working. We have only to see to it that we are surcharged, like the bees, with potential life. It is God and His eternity that will do the work – yet He needs His wandering desultory bees."
Then she writes of a marvelous lesson she learned about faith from the martens she would encounter."Their wings need the sense of the empty void below them to give them a start. Their leg muscles have no spring in them and when they perch by accident on a level place they are stuck fast – poor things we did not know that natural history fact in the past and when we have found them on our flat Alger roof with its parapet protection, we have thought they had got hurt somehow and more than once we have tried to feed them till they died, instead of doing the one thing that they needed – tossing the off into emptiness."
Then finally, I really appreciated this short 4 line poem:
Two glad Services are ours
Both the Master loves to bless
First, we serve with all our powers
Then with all our helplessness.
In some ways, the book went into way too many details. I would have liked a more readable book but I am glad that I stuck with it for the very reasons above.