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John & Betty Stam

John & Betty Stam

While reading John Piper’s new book “This Momentary Marriage: A Parable of Permanence”, I came across this part that brought me to tears. I guess to live is Christ & to die is gain…literally!

John and Betty Stam were missionaries in China. They gave birth to Helen Priscilla in 1934. Three months later, her parents were beheaded by the Communists on a hill outside Miaosheo, while tiny Helen lay hidden where her mother left her with ten dollars in her blanket.

Their story can be found here at OMF International.

Their story was published two years after their death in 1936. Here is an excerpt of their story “The Triumph of John and Betty Stam” by Mrs. Howard Taylor.

Never was that little one more precious than when they looked their last on her baby sweetness, as they were roughly summoned the next morning and led out to die. . . . Painfully bound with ropes, their hands behind them, stripped of their outer garments, and John barefooted (he had given Betty his socks to wear), they passed down the street where he was known to many, while the Reds shouted their ridicule and called the people to come and see the execution.

Like their Master, they were led up a little hill outside the town. There, in a clump of pine trees, the Communists harangued the unwilling onlookers, too terror-stricken to utter protest—But no, one broke the ranks! The doctor of the place and a Christian, he expressed the feelings of many when he fell on his knees and pleaded for the life of his friends. Angrily repulsed by the Reds, he still persisted, until he was dragged away as a prisoner, to suffer death when it appeared that he too was a follower of Christ.

John had turned to the leader of the band, asking mercy for this man. When he was sharply ordered to kneel—and the look of joy on his face, afterwards, told of the unseen Presence with them as his spirit was released—Betty was seen to quiver, but only for a moment. Bound as she was, she fell on her knees beside him. A quick command, the flash of a sword which mercifully she did not see—and they were reunited.

While reading John Piper’s new book “This Momentary Marriage: A Parable of Permanence”, I came across this part that brought me to tears. I think of the desire God has given to share the gospel with Muslims. I guess to live is Christ & to die is gain…literally!
John and Betty Stam were missionaries in China. They gave birth to Helen Priscilla in 1934. Three months later, her parents were beheded by the Communists on a hill outside Miaosheo, while tiny Helen lay hidden where her mother left her with ten dollars in her blanket.
Their story can be found at http://tinyurl.com/6rlwlt.
Their story was published two years after their death in 1936. Here is an excerpt of their story “The Triumph of John and Betty Stam” by Mrs. Howard Taylor.
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Never was that little one more precious than when they looked their last on her baby sweetness, as they were roughly summoned the next morning and led out to die. . . . Painfully bound with ropes, their hands behind them, stripped of their outer garments, and John barefooted (he had given Betty his socks to wear), they passed down the street where he was known to many, while the Reds shouted their ridicule and called the people to come and see the execution.
Like their Master, they were led up a little hill outside the town. There, in a clump of pine trees, the Communists harangued the unwilling onlookers, too terror-stricken to utter protest—But no, one broke the ranks! The doctor of the place and a Christian, he expressed the feelings of many when he fell on his knees and pleaded for the life of his friends. Angrily repulsed by the Reds, he still persisted,
until he was dragged away as a prisoner, to suffer death when it appeared that he too was a follower of Christ.
John had turned to the leader of the band, asking mercy for this man. When he was sharply ordered to kneel—and the look of joy on his face, afterwards, told of the unseen Presence with them as his spirit was released—Betty was seen to quiver, but only for a moment. Bound as she was, she fell on her knees beside him. A quick command,
the flash of a sword which mercifully she did not see—and they were reunited.<blockquote>While reading John Piper’s new book “This Momentary Marriage: A Parable of Permanence”, I came across this part that brought me to tears. I think of the desire God has given to share the gospel with Muslims. I guess to live is Christ & to die is gain…literally!
John and Betty Stam were missionaries in China. They gave birth to Helen Priscilla in 1934. Three months later, her parents were beheded by the Communists on a hill outside Miaosheo, while tiny Helen lay hidden where her mother left her with ten dollars in her blanket.
Their story can be found at http://tinyurl.com/6rlwlt.
Their story was published two years after their death in 1936. Here is an excerpt of their story “The Triumph of John and Betty Stam” by Mrs. Howard Taylor.
<blockquote>
Never was that little one more precious than when they looked their last on her baby sweetness, as they were roughly summoned the next morning and led out to die. . . . Painfully bound with ropes, their hands behind them, stripped of their outer garments, and John barefooted (he had given Betty his socks to wear), they passed down the street where he was known to many, while the Reds shouted their ridicule and called the people to come and see the execution.
Like their Master, they were led up a little hill outside the town. There, in a clump of pine trees, the Communists harangued the unwilling onlookers, too terror-stricken to utter protest—But no, one broke the ranks! The doctor of the place and a Christian, he expressed the feelings of many when he fell on his knees and pleaded for the life of his friends. Angrily repulsed by the Reds, he still persisted,
until he was dragged away as a prisoner, to suffer death when it appeared that he too was a follower of Christ.
John had turned to the leader of the band, asking mercy for this man. When he was sharply ordered to kneel—and the look of joy on his face, afterwards, told of the unseen Presence with them as his spirit was released—Betty was seen to quiver, but only for a moment. Bound as she was, she fell on her knees beside him. A quick command,
the flash of a sword which mercifully she did not see—and they were reunited.<blockquote>
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Posted by on May 2, 2009 in Articles

 

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My Desired Toughts Before I Pass Away

flatlineJust some poetic thoughts I want to think of before I pass away someday. I’m not dying in any way, but I was struck by these lyrics and wanted to share them with you. Death is a for sure thing. Crazy.

As The Hour Draws Near by Shai Linne

www.lampmode.com

As the hour draws near to take my last breath

I’m not quite sure how much time I have left

I’m walking the path of all my brothers who died

And I’m prepared for what awaits me on the other side

Life was quick, but these last breaths seem the longest

I’m on the brink of entering everything that You promised

My heart skips thinking of what I’ll be in a moment

This joy is undeniably precious fruit of atonement

I cry tears of happiness because looking back

I see the track that You sovereignly mapped for me- I see immaculate(ly)

The cross of Christ, His awesome price and Your grace that carried me

I persevered in shadows of brothers who marked the path for me

In just a few breaths I’ll walk into a marriage feast

And taste of Your goodness without getting a cavity

Your majesty will light up the city that we’ll inhabit

And the Lamb will be the lamp in the middle- there’ll be no P.M.

I tremble at the fact that I’ll be captured

By the blazing glory of the One that I’ve been waiting to see and I’ll see Him

To see His face and worship perpetually won’t be boring

Because this flesh won’t be a hitch anymore- I’ll be restored

To new morning after morning- and cause You bled

Death I’ll leave here on this hospital bed

And step into the presence of the Bridegroom in heaven

No more valleys to tread or trek through

or leaven to fight against- all things will be made new

No struggling to pray, we’ll sing of Your glory with angels

I’m eager to go- I know I’m a part of Your kingdom

Upon Christ’s deeds I’ll see bliss when the beep comes

My life was long and I’m ready to go

I stood strong and I’m ready to go

I can’t wait to sing along with the throng up in heaven, you know

It’s where I belong- I’m ready to go

My sneakers are worn down hard from running this marathon in the trenches

Was far from pretending, pressed on with repentance

So now it’s time for me to pass the baton

And at long last, I’ll pass on into heaven
 
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Posted by on April 29, 2009 in Uncategorized

 

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