Last month’s blog took me on a memorable journey into writing and the when, why and what. I will continue in this direction, looking specifically how my life has been influenced in mission work. Recently I was invited to write a paragraph of introduction after accepting the invitation from my denomination’s mission and service to be conference mission interpreter. In reflection I can see where this could turn into an essay, but I will begin with the thoughts that started me writing about this topic.
I was steeped in
mission from the get-go: from childhood memories of my mother rolling bandages
for the Red Cross, to my parents holding fund raising house parties in their
farm house to raise money for an on-site ambulance and other necessities during
the war. My mother’s loyalty to the WMS (Women’s Missionary Society) was rooted
deeply in her keen interest of her cousin, Dr. Walter Strangway’s service in the United Church of Canada hospital in Chassimba, Angola, Africa. Mother joined
with others to raise money to buy beds, mattresses and coverlets through church
teas and to encourage generous contributions from interested people.
This dedication
to missions continued personally in my rural church through Mission Band in which I both attended and then gave leadership. Later, the
“Ella Rees Mission Circle” organized by our minister’s wife, was held in the
town church. It was here that we learned about missionaries in foreign
countries, how to write letters to them, and ways to cut material to form quilts and
blankets.
At this time, my
heart was in overseas ministry: I was going to Africa. Needless to say, this
didn’t please my father who thought every farmer’s daughter should find a nice young
farmer to marry. In the end, family life won over; although I married a nice
young steamfitter.
Training as an overseas
worker was no longer available to me with a small family. My passion for
missions continued to be fed through connections with Dr. Walter; Muriel
Bissell, a missionary from the Elora United Church (1964) serving in Zambia (adjoining country to Angola); and later several women missionaries with whom I
corresponded for many years.
I could never
figure out why a woman could serve as a missionary and go halfway around the
world, but could not serve in ordained ministry in her own country. When I
heard on the radio in 1968, that women could be married and ordained in our
denomination, I began to take lay ministry seriously, hoping that one day it
would lead me onward. And it did; I was ordained in 1982 and have served the
church in this capacity for more than thirty years.
Now, I begin this
new chapter in my life of service. Although I still hope to continue to supply occasionally; as Mission Interpreter I will serve the conference and focus on ‘God’s Mission, our Gifts’.
Blessings,
Donna
“What does the
Lord require of us, “Do justice, love kindness and walk humbly with your God” (Micah
6:9).
www.donnamann.org Aggie Macphail
series (Brucedale Press) A Rare Find (Castle Quay Books) LittleRedBarn Kid’s
Farm Stories (Previously MeadowLane)
3 comments:
Thanks for paving the way so to speak
Donna, yours is a wonderful story of God's missionary call being worked out in your life, keeping the home fires burning in support of those on the field. Thanks for sharing it.
The 'sender' and the 'sent,' like the sower and reaper, have a stake in the harvest.
Every blessing and success to you in your conference role as Mission Interpreter. ~~+~~
Thanks Tracy and Peter for your encouragement. So appreciated.
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