although the crowd grew slightly larger, even Jagg coming from time to time, there seemed to be little response. Occasionally someone would ask her a question, which pleased her greatly.
But it was discouraging work, and late one day she walked alone over the frozen ground in what seemed to be a lifeless world. The reindeer milled around, and, from time to time, one would come up and nuzzle her. They were strange creatures, half tame and half wild, and ordinarily she liked their attention, but now she paid them no heed.
Maybe I am wasting my time, she thought. I haven’t seen one person saved.
Feeling discouraged, she headed back to the camp. When she got halfway there, she found Lorge standing in her path. “Hello, Lorge,” she said.
“I want to know this Jesus you talk about. How do I do that?”
Mallory’s heart leaped. “He’s waiting for you to ask Him into your heart,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears. “Will you do that?”
“If you will help me.”
There under the thin light of the northernmost part of the world, Mallory Winslow led Lorge to the Savior. He was ready and willing, and when she told him to simply pray and ask Jesus to forgive his sins and come into his heart, she saw the tears in his eyes.
When he was finished, he looked up at her with joy lighting his face. “Am I a Jesus boy now?”
“Yes, Lorge. That’s exactly what you are.” Mallory reached out and put her arms around him, and in her heart she was saying, Oh, dear God, if no more Lapps are saved while I am here, you have this one!
CHAPTER FIVE
The Church
Mallory wrote the date firmly at the top left-hand corner of the paper— March 20, 1939. She stopped for a moment, then looked around, noting the busy activities of the Lapps. The beginnings of spring had come, and although there were still patches of snow, the reindeer were nibbling at the emerald blades that were pushing up through the soil that had been as hard as brick all winter. Dogs were barking, children were playing, and now a breeze that had a taste of warmth and the summer to come touched Mallory’s face. She was sitting outside her tent writing on a board and felt a sense of contentment.
The winter had been hard for her, but she had endured. The bitterly cold weather had been hard enough, but the constant darkness had been a challenge also. Now that they had plenty of daylight each day, she was feeling better. She hummed under her breath as she wrote firmly on the paper:
Spring is here at last—at least almost here. It’s getting warmer, and somehow I am happier than I have been in a long time. The weather was the hardest thing for me, of course. After living in the heat of Africa, moving into the ice and snow and bitter cold was terribly hard. But no harder than for the new missionaries who come to Africa unused to the heat.
Seventeen people have found Jesus! Isn’t that wonderful? It’s like a huge revival to me. Orva’s whole family has been saved—except for her. But I will pray for her as long as I live. God has given me such a love for her. She has a hardness about her, but one day God will break through that.
In a few moments I’ll be going to my last service here, at least for a while. The Lapps have drifted their herds back south, so now we’re only a few miles away from Narvik. Orva’s going to take me there, and Rolf will take me back to Oslo, where I’ll stay with Eva and prepare for the next winter session. I’ll come much better equipped next time.
The noise of children laughing caught Mallory’s attention, and she stopped writing and looked up to see Lorge roughhousing with three small children. They were rolling on the ground, and all of them were full of giggles. A warm feeling came to Mallory as she watched the teenager. He was such a fine young man! He had developed into an outstanding Christian. It was only because he would be able to keep the young church going that Mallory dared to leave even for a time.
I wish I
But it was discouraging work, and late one day she walked alone over the frozen ground in what seemed to be a lifeless world. The reindeer milled around, and, from time to time, one would come up and nuzzle her. They were strange creatures, half tame and half wild, and ordinarily she liked their attention, but now she paid them no heed.
Maybe I am wasting my time, she thought. I haven’t seen one person saved.
Feeling discouraged, she headed back to the camp. When she got halfway there, she found Lorge standing in her path. “Hello, Lorge,” she said.
“I want to know this Jesus you talk about. How do I do that?”
Mallory’s heart leaped. “He’s waiting for you to ask Him into your heart,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears. “Will you do that?”
“If you will help me.”
There under the thin light of the northernmost part of the world, Mallory Winslow led Lorge to the Savior. He was ready and willing, and when she told him to simply pray and ask Jesus to forgive his sins and come into his heart, she saw the tears in his eyes.
When he was finished, he looked up at her with joy lighting his face. “Am I a Jesus boy now?”
“Yes, Lorge. That’s exactly what you are.” Mallory reached out and put her arms around him, and in her heart she was saying, Oh, dear God, if no more Lapps are saved while I am here, you have this one!
CHAPTER FIVE
The Church
Mallory wrote the date firmly at the top left-hand corner of the paper— March 20, 1939. She stopped for a moment, then looked around, noting the busy activities of the Lapps. The beginnings of spring had come, and although there were still patches of snow, the reindeer were nibbling at the emerald blades that were pushing up through the soil that had been as hard as brick all winter. Dogs were barking, children were playing, and now a breeze that had a taste of warmth and the summer to come touched Mallory’s face. She was sitting outside her tent writing on a board and felt a sense of contentment.
The winter had been hard for her, but she had endured. The bitterly cold weather had been hard enough, but the constant darkness had been a challenge also. Now that they had plenty of daylight each day, she was feeling better. She hummed under her breath as she wrote firmly on the paper:
Spring is here at last—at least almost here. It’s getting warmer, and somehow I am happier than I have been in a long time. The weather was the hardest thing for me, of course. After living in the heat of Africa, moving into the ice and snow and bitter cold was terribly hard. But no harder than for the new missionaries who come to Africa unused to the heat.
Seventeen people have found Jesus! Isn’t that wonderful? It’s like a huge revival to me. Orva’s whole family has been saved—except for her. But I will pray for her as long as I live. God has given me such a love for her. She has a hardness about her, but one day God will break through that.
In a few moments I’ll be going to my last service here, at least for a while. The Lapps have drifted their herds back south, so now we’re only a few miles away from Narvik. Orva’s going to take me there, and Rolf will take me back to Oslo, where I’ll stay with Eva and prepare for the next winter session. I’ll come much better equipped next time.
The noise of children laughing caught Mallory’s attention, and she stopped writing and looked up to see Lorge roughhousing with three small children. They were rolling on the ground, and all of them were full of giggles. A warm feeling came to Mallory as she watched the teenager. He was such a fine young man! He had developed into an outstanding Christian. It was only because he would be able to keep the young church going that Mallory dared to leave even for a time.
I wish I
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