Dr. Duff’s Missionary Appeal for India
“My friend, will you go? Has God spoken to you? Have you heard His Call? Will you not answer, ‘Lord, here am I, send me’? And if you cannot go, will you not send a substitute? – Oswald J. Smith
Let’s stir up a heart for INDIA!
Lately, the nation of India has been in our thoughts and in our prayers, especially the need to support remote national ministers and evangelists.
There are many spiritual needs in this vast country, and so many people who need to hear the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Here are some links to help you to focus your prayers:
Dr. Duff’s Appeal
An excerpt from A Challenge to Missions
By Oswald J. Smith
Dr. Alexander Duff, that great veteran missionary to India, returned to Scotland to die, and as he stood before the general assembly . . . he made his appeal, but there was no response.
In the midst of his appeal he fainted and was carried off the platform.
The doctor bent over him and examined his heart.
Presently he opened his eyes. “Where am I?” he cried. “Where am I?”
“Lie still,” said the doctor. “You have had a heart attack. Lie still.”
“But,” exclaimed Dr. Duff, “I haven’t finished my appeal. Take me back. Take me back. I must finish my appeal.”
“Lie still,” said the doctor again. “You will go back at the peril of you life.”
But, in spite of the protests of the physician, the old warrior struggled to his feet, and, with the doctor on one side and the moderator of the assembly of the other side, he again mounted the steps of the pulpit platform, and, as he did so, the entire assembly rose to do him honor. Then, when they were seated, he continued his appeal.
And this is what he said:
“When Queen Victoria calls for volunteers for India, hundreds of young men respond; but, when King Jesus calls, no one goes.”
Then he paused. There was silence.
Again he spoke: “Very well,” he concluded, “then, aged though I am, I’ll go back to India. I can lie down on the banks of the Ganges and I can die and thereby I can let the people of India know that there was one man in Scotland who loved them enough to give his life for them.”
In a moment, young men all over the assembly sprang to their feet, crying, “I’ll go! I’ll go!”
And after the old white-haired warrior had been laid to rest, these young men, having graduated, found their way to dark benighted India, there to labor as his substitutes for the Lord Jesus Christ.
My friend, will you go? Has God spoken to you? Have you heard His Call? Will you not answer, “Lord, here am I, send me”? And if you cannot go, will you not send a substitute?
It is for you to decide.
Why should anyone hear the Gospel twice before everyone has heard it once?
Video Mission Highlights from INDIA: Fall, 2011
Exciting mission highlights from Josh & Anna Dunagan fall 2011 ministry — with GOSPEL PROJECTS INTERNATIONAL — on their most recent outreach to SE India.
Highlights including special time with the 20 children at Aasha “Hope” Children’s Home, preaching in remote village churches, teaching at the new Gummileru Bible Institute, appointing and praying over new H.M.F.I. ministers, and leading people to Jesus. It is such a blessing to work with the national ministers, and we are grateful for the national leadership of Paul Sundersingh and all of the India N.E.T.S. Ministers.
Thank you for your prayers!!!
(and be sure see the note below about how you can be a part of the vision . . . )
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Josh & Anna are launching out into ministry and missions FAST and STRONG. They’re totally trusting God for all that He’s calling them to do, and are believing for God’s full provision for all of the 20 orphan children and 2 mommas, all 3 of the India NETS ministers and their families, the brand-new Bible school, for future evangelism and missions into other nations (all under their new ministry name “GOSPEL PROJECTS INTERNATIONAL”) and for all of their own personal needs. it’s pretty exciting for a couple of young newlyweds!!!
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Equipping Nationals: Motorcycles for PROJECT INDIA!!!
N.E.T.S. News:
We’re praising God for His generous supply for the work of the ministry, and specifically for providing the resources for 3 new motorcycles for all 3 PROJECT INDIA “N.E.T.S.” Ministers. “N.E.T.S.” (National Evangelism Team Support) is a mission outreach of Harvest Ministry. It’s an honor to partner together with national missionaries (evangelists and pastors) to help expand God’s Kingdom. These motorcycles will help these men of God to more effectively reach out and travel to remote villages and new areas to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Special THANKS to East Olympia Community Church, in Olympia, Washington!
Pictured (from left to right) are N.E.T.S. Ministers: Rajkumar, John, and Paul.
For more about Project INDIA’s VISION – click here.
For introductions to Project INDIA’S “N.E.T.S.” Ministers – click here.
A Beautiful Baptism in INDIA!!!
One of the most beautiful praise reports from Josh & Anna’s recent PROJECT INDIA mission outreach (ministering throughout many remote villages in S.E. India), was a water baptism service for new believers with N.E.T.S. Minister, N. J. Paul Sundersingh Babu. What a joy to be a part of baptizing new believers, as they fully commit their lives to follow Jesus Christ.
Please pray . . .
As we continue to rejoice in the work that God has done (and is doing) in India, we also need to remember to keep these precious new believers in prayer, as new believers and Christians in this part of India are often persecuted for their faith in Jesus.
For more, please see Josh & Anna’s PROJECT INDIA VISION,
More about Harvest Ministry’s N.E.T.S. Minister, N. J. Paul Sundersingh babu
And here’s a Glimpse of Josh & Anna’s Mission Adventures in India
A Glimpse of Josh & Anna’s Adventures in INDIA!!!
Joshua & Anna Dunagan have only been married four months, yet they’ve already had many adventures of a lifetime: preaching in remote unreached villages, launching PROJECT INDIA’s orphan ministry with – “Aasha (Hope) Children’s Home,” ministering with wonderful national pastors in isolated churches, and experiencing the JOY of evangelism.
Here’s just a glimpse . . .
ABOVE: Josh & Anna with NETS Minister, Paul Sundersinghbabu & his wife Krishna, who worked very hard, and prayed even harder for this mission outreach to be so productive for God’s Kingdom. GOD BLESS YOU, Paul & Krishna!
BELOW: See the 10 children in Project India’s new “Aasha (Hope) Children’s Home”
For more about Josh & Anna’s vision, see PROJECT INDIA . . .
AASHA Children’s Home: Loving Orphans in India
Josh & Anna’s adventures in INDIA . . .
Learn more about Aasha Children’s Home — led by newlyweds Josh & Anna Dunagan. It’s now a new mission called GOSPEL PROJECTS INTERNATIONAL!!! The focus of the ministry is remote village evangelism and orphan care. Come take a look . . . (and keep Josh & Anna in your prayer as they launch out in full-time ministry).
See our “N.E.T.S. Ministry” Brochure
Through Harvest Ministry’s National Evangelism Team Support outreach, we can work together with anointed national ministers of the Gospel to reach a harvest of SOULS for Jesus Christ.Click to access - or to PRINT - a PDF file of this current Harvest Ministry N.E.T.S. (National Evangelism Team Support) information brochure.
Meet NETS Minister Paul, from INDIA
National Evangelism Team Support – PRAYER & PRAISE:
Learn more about Harvest Ministry’s N.E.T.S. Minister, Paul Sundersingh and his wife, from Andhra Pradesh in S.E. India. Through a one-on-one church sponsorship this national couple will be supported in mission work.
Harvest Ministry provided a new motorcycle to help Paul with remote missions evangelism and to help him as he travels to check up on the seven village churches and national pastors he is overseeing. There is also a specific prayer need for education for orphans and for the village minister’s children. Please join with us in prayer for these mission needs – for HEALING for Paul’s co-worker, for PROVISION for his motorcycle, and for more SOULS to be won to Jesus Christ through this evangelistic ministry in INDIA.
Paul & Krishna Sundersingh & Family
MEATY: A Vision for Souls – by Amy Carmichael
Give me the Love that leads the way
The Faith that nothing can dismay
The Hope no disappointments tire
The Passion that will burn like fire . . .
-Amy Carmichael
Ezekiel 3:18-19 says, “When I say to the wicked, ‘You shall surely die,’ and you give him no warning, nor speak to warn the wicked from his wicked way to save his life, that same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood I will require at your hand. Yet, if you warn the wicked, and he does not turn from his wickedness, nor from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity but you have delivered your soul.”
These verses stress the vital importance of our Christian and biblical command to share the Gospel with the “heathen” (this term is outdated and unpopular, yet it is vital for mission-minded focus. “Heathen” refers to precious unsaved people who have never yet heard the Gospel message of God’s salvation through Jesus Christ). So often, we are distracted by good and busy activities, even in the church. The following vision, received by Amy Carmichael, compares these activities to making “daisy chains.” As you read this, may you allow the Lord to challenge your heart. May we “see” the waterfall of souls who so desperately need Him, and may we be more aware of God’s passionate love for these people, and allow His love to flow through us . . . through our prayers, our giving, and our obedience.
Amy Carmichael
Missionary to India (1867-1951)
Amy Carmichael was born in Northern Ireland to a wealthy family. When she was eighteen, her father died, and as the eldest of seven children, Amy received much of the family responsibility. In 1892, at the age of twenty-four, Amy Carmichael received a “call to missions,” and soon left for Japan, and later, Ceylon. After returning home for a brief time, she finally set sail for the country that would become her long-term home: INDIA!
Within twelve years, Miss Carmichael had 130 children in her care and had rescued many hundreds more. For fifty-five years, she sacrificially lived and ministered in India…without even a furlough. Many others were inspired to join with her, and together with these co-workers, she established an Indian mission work called “The Dohnaver Fellowship”.
Amy Carmichael is best remembered for her life work of saving precious Indian children (especially rescuing many young girls from Hindu temple prostitution). Even today, through her books and writings, the impact of her life and testimony continues to challenge many to a deeper walk with the Lord, and a deeper commitment to His service.
Thy Brother’s Blood – A Vision for Souls
The tom-toms thumped straight on all night, and the darkness shuddered ‘round me like a living, feeling thing. I could not go to sleep, so I lay awake and looked; and I saw, as it seemed, this:
That I stood on a grassy precipice, and at my feet at crevice broke down into infinite space. I looked, but saw no bottom; only cloud shapes, black and furiously coiled, and great shadow-shrouded hollows, and unfathomable depths. Back I drew, dizzy at the depth.
Then I saw forms of people moving in single file along the grass. They were making for the edge. There was a woman with a baby in her arms and another little child holding onto her dress. She was on the very verge. Then I saw that she was blind. She lifted her foot for the next step…it trod air. She was over, and the children over with her. Oh, they cry as they went over! Then I saw more streams of people flowing from all quarters. All were blind, stone blind; and all made straight for the crevice’s edge. They were shrieks as they suddenly knew in themselves that they were falling, and a tossing up of helpless arms, catching, clutching at empty air. But some went over quietly and fell without a sound.
Then I wondered with a wonder that was simple agony, why no one stopped them at the edge. I could not, I was glued to the ground. And I could not call; though I strained and tried, only a whisper would come.
Then I saw that along the edge there were guards set at intervals. But the intervals were too great; there were wide, unguarded gaps between. And over these gaps the people fell in their blindness, quite unwarned; and the green grass seemed blood-red to me, and gulf yawned like the mouth of hell.
Then I saw, like a little picture of peace, a group of people under some trees with their backs turned towards the gulf. They were making daisy chains. Sometimes when a piercing shriek cut the quiet air and reached them, it disturbed them and they thought it a rather vulgar noise. And if one of their number started up and wanted to go and do something to help, then all the others would pull that one down. “Why should you get all excited about it? You must wait for a definite call to go! You haven’t finished your daisy chain yet. It would be really selfish,” they said, “to leave us to finish the work alone.”
There was another group. It was made up of people whose great desire was to get more guards out; but they found that very few wanted to go, and sometimes there were no guards set for miles and miles of the edge.
One girl stood alone in her place, waving the people back; but her mother and other relations called, and reminded her that her furlough was due; she must not break the rules. And being tired and needing a change, she had to go and rest for a while; but no one was sent to guard her gap, and over and over the people fell, like a waterfall of souls.
Once a child caught at a tuft of grass that grew at the very brink of the gulf; it clung convulsively, and it called — but nobody seemed to hear. Then the roots of the grass gave way, and with a cry the child went over, the two little hands still holding right to the torn-off bunch of grass. And the girl who longed to be back in her gap thought she heard the little one cry, and she sprang up and wanted to go; at which they reproved her, reminding her that no one is necessary anywhere; they gap would be well taken care of, they knew. And then they sang a hymn.
Then through the hymn came another sound like the pain of a million broken hearts wrung out in one full drop, one sob. And a horror of great darkness was upon me, for I knew what it was; the cry of the blood.
Then thundered a voice, the voice of the Lord. And he said, “What hast though done? The voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto Me from the ground.”
The ton-toms still beat heavily, and darkness still shuddered and shivered about me. I heard the yells of the devil-dancers and weird, wild shrieks of the devil-possessed just outside the gate.
What does it matter, after all? It has gone on for years; it will go on for years. Why make such a fuss about it? — God forgive us! God arouse us! Shame us out of our callousness! Shame us out of our sin!
Amy Carmichael, Thy Brother’s Blood Crieth:
(India: The Dohnavur Fellowship).
Obtained from an article from Bethany Fellowship, Inc.
Minneapolis, MN.
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