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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...


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December 24, 2012 - Christmas at Rupaidiha

By Hattie P. Hammond

"Hark! The herald angels sing." But who was singing so early this morning? I looked from my window, and in the light of their tiny candle, with faces aglow, I could see Buo and Dedi and Kaki with all the big girls of the nursery, singing Christmas carols. They came first to my window, then to Mamaji and Auntiji, as Miss Tomaseck and Miss Personeus are affectionately called. (I had been sent early to bed the night before with the warning that tomorrow would be a full day -- but little did I realize just how full.)

The nursery children were already wide awake, though it was still dark. I could hear their little voices brim-full of excitement. Today was Christmas. Folks say, "It takes a child to make Christmas." Can you imagine 35 children in one home, making Christmas!

Each child received a new dress or suit for the early morning Christmas service. What a picture the children were, all lined up in front of the church, singing, "Glory to the new-born King."

After the meeting, we all gathered on the lawn for our Christmas dinner of rice, curries, Indian sweets and peanuts. Mats were spread on the lawn, and the people sat cross-legged on the mats for dinner.

The Indian Christians and pastors were present; also the poor people from the farms, and of course the children. What a happy crowd they were.

The Padri Sahib prayed with much feeling a long, sincere prayer of thanksgiving. "Thanks for Jesus, who brought us redemption. Thanks for the missionary who brought us the Story. And thanks for the grace that brought us out of darkness into Light."

I opened my eyes to view again their sweet faces.

"These are saved," the Holy Spirit whispered to my heart.

I looked at families saved from heathenism, idolatry and demon worship; from darkness which can never be understood until you stand with a crowd of worshippers in a heathen temple and feel shrouded with hell. Never have I heard the song of redemption sung as I heard it, in the Spirit, Christmas day in India.

-- Adapted from "Christmas at Rupaidiha" by Hattie P. Hammond, originally published in the December 24, 1949, Pentecostal Evangel. Evangelist Hattie Hammond visited India in 1947.



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