A dear woman who has loved the Lord as far back as she can remember has passed away. Edna Robfogel was born and raised in Canada, a Mennonite of Russian descent.

She and her husband, Bill, served with SIM – originally Sudan Interior Mission, and in the 1980s after joining with fellow ministries became simply Society for International Ministries – for many years overseas. Bill was an evangelist and Edna worked in the clinic.

We met Bill and Edna at Christ Cornerstone church in Fort Mill, SC, in 2002. A more gracious and Christ loving couple I have never known.

I sent Bill an email this evening and included this day’s meditation from C. H. Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening. That message follows here:

C. H. Spurgeon

May 6, 2016

This Evening’s Meditation

“All the days of my appointed time will I wait.”
Job 14:14

A little stay on earth will make heaven more heavenly. Nothing makes rest so sweet as toil; nothing renders security so pleasant as exposure to alarms. The bitter quassia cups of earth will give a relish to the new wine which sparkles in the golden bowls of glory. Our battered armour and scarred countenances will render more illustrious our victory above, when we are welcomed to the seats of those who have overcome the world.

We should not have full fellowship with Christ if we did not for awhile sojourn below, for he was baptized with a baptism of suffering among men, and we must be baptized with the same if we would share his kingdom. Fellowship with Christ is so honourable that the sorest sorrow is a light price by which to procure it. Another reason for our lingering here is for the good of others. We would not wish to enter heaven till our work is done, and it may be that we are yet ordained to minister light to souls benighted in the wilderness of sin.

Our prolonged stay here is doubtless for God’s glory. A tried saint, like a well-cut diamond, glitters much in the King’s crown. Nothing reflects so much honour on a workman as a protracted and severe trial of his work, and its triumphant endurance of the ordeal without giving way in any part.

We are God’s workmanship, in whom he will be glorified by our afflictions. It is for the honour of Jesus that we endure the trial of our faith with sacred joy. Let each man surrender his own longings to the glory of Jesus, and feel, “If my lying in the dust would elevate my Lord by so much as an inch, let me still lie among the pots of earth. If to live on earth forever would make my Lord more glorious, it should be my heaven to be shut out of heaven.”

Our time is fixed and settled by eternal decree. Let us not be anxious about it, but wait with patience till the gates of pearl shall open.

 

The Mission Field

“Missions, after all, is simply this: Every heart with Christ is a missionary, every heart without Christ is a mission field.”

– Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-1760)

The Lord has been at work on my heart regarding mission work for so long that I find myself defenseless and without answer when I ask myself why I have been dormant in this area. Ideas and plans have come and gone, but I haven’t taken the first step in actually doing something.

I choose to make this day the day of my entrance onto the mission field. My first step is to find a simple gospel tract which I can pass out to people whose paths I cross during my day.

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