Who will dress the Wounds?
The screams of the woman in labour caught the attention of our missionary. She turned around to see the woman writhing in pain outside the Hospital. Why? What was the delay in admitting her? She went near and found that she was a tribal woman, brought from 30 km. Her husband and relatives said that they could not keep her in the house because she was in prolonged labour. If perhaps she died, her spirit would haunt their house, baby in hand.
Then why didn’t they admit her? Because the staff there were no better than they. They too believed if a pregnant woman died in the hospital premises, her spirit would haunt the place, with the baby. The screams gradually ebbed away till the woman fell silent forever. Our missionary stood stunned, feeling helpless and defeated, staring at the mocking smile of superstition. Is it not sickening to hear such horrid happenings in this century?
The following month a tribal man fell on the neck of the same missionary’s husband and wept uncontrollably. When quietened he said, “Sir, last year you organised a medical camp. You gave me some tablet and asked me to take it in the name of Jesus. I took that medicine and kept telling the name of Jesus, morning and night. Since one year I am free of the trouble.” Another man who was standing by, was pestering our missionary to tell about that
Jesus who could heal.
In another congregation the first generation Christians were jubilantly worsbipping God, lifting up their hands, while a young girl was quietly bowed down as tears streamed down her face throughout the service. She would not give her hands to greet us as the other women did. Just to encourage her we gave her a shawl and then we saw the reason why. Her hands were mere stumps because of leprosy.
Another girl was suffering from rheumatic heart disease. The nearest doctor did not instruct her on how to prevent further damage to the heart, though the parents had spent a fortune.
Our missionaries told us of a lad who was gradually losing his sight. He could not come to meet us that day. He may not see another doctor. He is waiting for fate to draw the final curtain across his eyes. The list goes on and on.
When you take hold of God, God takes hold of you— to be His hands.
While there is still competition for medical practice in towns and cities, the needy pockets of India still remain needy. Missionaries can fix a broken heart, but who will fix a broken bone? Who will dress their wounds? If you are a medical or paramedical person and desire to help the suffering, please do help us. We can arrange a medical camp according to your convenience. You can join the BYM family on a shortterm basis or apply for fulltime ministry (Jer 8:22).
Or atteast help us build medical centres in jungles for the neglected people. The door is always open for you.
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
hq@bymonline.org
www.bymonline.org
Click here for more options
To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
Blessing Literature Centre
21/11 West Coovam River Road,
Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
+91-44-28450411, 8806270699
blc@bymonline.org
Who will dress the Wounds?
The screams of the woman in labour caught the attention of our missionary. She turned around to see the woman writhing in pain outside the Hospital. Why? What was the delay in admitting her? She went near and found that she was a tribal woman, brought from 30 km. Her husband and relatives said that they could not keep her in the house because she was in prolonged labour. If perhaps she died, her spirit would haunt their house, baby in hand.
Then why didn’t they admit her? Because the staff there were no better than they. They too believed if a pregnant woman died in the hospital premises, her spirit would haunt the place, with the baby. The screams gradually ebbed away till the woman fell silent forever. Our missionary stood stunned, feeling helpless and defeated, staring at the mocking smile of superstition. Is it not sickening to hear such horrid happenings in this century?
The following month a tribal man fell on the neck of the same missionary’s husband and wept uncontrollably. When quietened he said, “Sir, last year you organised a medical camp. You gave me some tablet and asked me to take it in the name of Jesus. I took that medicine and kept telling the name of Jesus, morning and night. Since one year I am free of the trouble.” Another man who was standing by, was pestering our missionary to tell about that
Jesus who could heal.
In another congregation the first generation Christians were jubilantly worsbipping God, lifting up their hands, while a young girl was quietly bowed down as tears streamed down her face throughout the service. She would not give her hands to greet us as the other women did. Just to encourage her we gave her a shawl and then we saw the reason why. Her hands were mere stumps because of leprosy.
Another girl was suffering from rheumatic heart disease. The nearest doctor did not instruct her on how to prevent further damage to the heart, though the parents had spent a fortune.
Our missionaries told us of a lad who was gradually losing his sight. He could not come to meet us that day. He may not see another doctor. He is waiting for fate to draw the final curtain across his eyes. The list goes on and on.
When you take hold of God, God takes hold of you— to be His hands.
While there is still competition for medical practice in towns and cities, the needy pockets of India still remain needy. Missionaries can fix a broken heart, but who will fix a broken bone? Who will dress their wounds? If you are a medical or paramedical person and desire to help the suffering, please do help us. We can arrange a medical camp according to your convenience. You can join the BYM family on a shortterm basis or apply for fulltime ministry (Jer 8:22).
Or atteast help us build medical centres in jungles for the neglected people. The door is always open for you.
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
hq@bymonline.org
www.bymonline.org
Click here for more options
To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
Blessing Literature Centre
21/11 West Coovam River Road,
Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
+91-44-28450411, Mob:8806270699
blc@bymonline.org
