Home, the following story crossed my desk.
Before I shared the story on line, I contacted the missionary mentioned
in the story and she verified that it was absolutely correct.
The story appears on line and is again verified at https://www.truthorfiction.com/hotwaterbottle/
The following story was copied from
that website. The author gave us
permission years ago to use the story on our website, so I am sure the
permission still stands.
that website. The author gave us
permission years ago to use the story on our website, so I am sure the
permission still stands.
THE HOT WATER BOTTLE – A True Story By Helen Roseveare, Missionary to Africa
One night, in
Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in
spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby
and a crying, two-year-old daughter.
Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in
spite of all that 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. We had no incubator. We had no electricity
to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on
the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.
difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity
to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on
the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.
A student-midwife
went for the box we had for such babies and for 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
a burst water bottle. 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; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts.
Your job is to keep the baby warm.”
went for the box we had for such babies and for 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
a burst water bottle. 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; 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 many 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. The baby
could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old
sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one
ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our
African children. “Please, God,” she prayed, “send us a water bottle. It’ll be
no good tomorrow, God, the baby’ll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon.”
as I did most days, I went to have prayers with many 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. The baby
could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old
sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one
ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our
African children. “Please, God,” she prayed, “send us a water bottle. It’ll be
no good tomorrow, God, the baby’ll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon.”
While I gasped
inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, ” …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 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 a parcel, who would put in a hot
water bottle? I lived on the equator!
inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, ” …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 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 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 that I reached home,
the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two 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 began to look a little
bored. Next, came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas – – that would make a
nice batch of buns for the weekend. 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, Mummy, and give this dolly to that
little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?”
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 that I reached home,
the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two 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 began to look a little
bored. Next, came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas – – that would make a
nice batch of buns for the weekend. 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, Mummy, and give this dolly to that
little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?”
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. One of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child — five months earlier in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to
bring it “That afternoon!” “And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I
will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24
bring it “That afternoon!” “And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I
will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24
Helen Roseveare, a doctor missionary from England to Zaire, Africa, told this as it had happened to her in Africa. She shared it in her testimony on a Wednesday night at Thomas Road Baptist Church.
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