When God calls us to do an incredibly difficult task, He will go with us and give us the strength and courage to carry out the job.
Mary Slessor served the Lord as a single missionary in Nigeria among people known for their cannibalism. The people also killed twins. Here’s a portion taken from her biography. (Page 75-76 Mary Slessor Queen of the Calabar by Sam Wellman published by Barbour Books.)
“There were now four men around the woman. One wrestled with her, trying to subdue her kicking body. She was dirty and covered with leaves.
Mary could tolerate no more. Whether they were going to whip the woman or violate her some other way Mary did not know. Their intentions were violent and unjust. God, arm me with courage, she prayed.
“You stop that!” shouted Mary.
The men turned to gawk, even the one wrestling the woman. They seemed baffled by the strange white woman. Where had she come from? She wasn’t dressed like the missionary women. She had hair the color of fire! Was she a white witch?
Mary marched right at them. “Let her go!” She snapped.
The nearest Egbo runner swung his whip at her. It whirred past her face, missing. Another lashed at her. It missed too. Mary realized their misses were deliberate.
She had met the bluff of bullies before. She jabbed at the men with her umbrella, also deliberately missing. They began to dance around her, screaming and lunging at her.
Mary saw the woman slip away in the confusion. In seconds the poor woman had disappeared into the heavy brush. If Mary could keep these men occupied for a while longer they would never find the woman in the jungle. Mary snapped and snarled at the dancing Egbo runners, jabbing at them with her umbrella. When she was certain the woman had escaped, she struck the nearest runner with the umbrella.
They chattered to each other rapidly in Efik. What was going on here? Who was the fiery-haired banshee? They either had to stop her or vanish. They could whip her good. She deserved it. Yes, they cheered each other, she surely deserved a thorough thrashing. Maybe a little salt rubbed in the wounds too! But would her injuries bring the British guns on their big ships?”
Mary Slessor knew what I know.
“The Lord is with me. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me? The Lord is with me, he is my helper. I will look in triumph on my enemies.” Psalm 118:6