I am going to start a new category of posts identified by “[b:]” in their title. This will be a humble attempt to share and refresh my memory of books that I have recently read that were spiritually nourishing. They will not function as reviews as I am not qualified and lack the time. My comments will be few and the quotes many.
John Paton: Missionary to the New Hebrides
John Paton was born on May 24, 18:64 and died January 28, 1907 at 82 years of age. He was a missionary to the New Hebrides (now Vanuatu, think Survivor 2004) where he first ministered courageously on the cannibal, warring island of Tanna. He saw little fruit there in his lifetime, however mighty seeds were planted. There he lost his wife, fellow missionaries, assistants, and his few earthly possessions. He then labored on the small island of Aniwa where He saw the mighty arm of God’s salvation in many souls. I highly recommend the book; although the 500 pages can be intimidating, know that missionary biographies function as the “action thrillers” of Christian biography, and they don’t get much better than this.
Here are some snippets:
Recollecting his Sunday experiences as a child: They went to church, full of beautiful expectancy of spirit – their souls were on the outlook for God; they returned from the church, ready and even anxious to exchange ideas as to what they had heard and received of the things of life. I have to bear my testimony that religion was presented to us with a great deal of intellectual freshness, and that it did not repel us, but kindled our spiritual interest. The talks we heard were, however, genuine; not the make-believe of religious conversation, but the sincere outcome of their own personalities. That, perhaps, makes all the difference betwixt talk that attracts and talk that drives away.
While sitting in a coconut tree evading murderous natives: Being entirely at the mercy of such doubtful and vacillating friends, I, though perplexed, felt it best to obey. I climbed into the tree and was left there alone in the bush. The hours I spent there live all before me as if it were but of yesterday. I heard the frequent discharging of muskets, and the yells of the Savages. Yet I sat
there among the branches, as safe as in the arms of Jesus. Never, in all my sorrows, did my Lord draw nearer to me, and speak more soothingly in my soul, than when the moonlight flickered among those chestnut leaves, and the night air played on my throbbing brow, as I told all my heart to Jesus. Alone, yet not alone! If it be to glorify my God, I will not grudge to spend many nights alone in such a tree, to feel again my Savior’s spiritual presence, to enjoy His consoling fellowship. If thus thrown back upon your own soul, alone, all alone, in the midnight, in the bush, in the very embrace of death itself, have you a Friend that will not fail you then?
On his Scottish Christian heritage: I am more proud that the blood of Martyrs is in my veins, and their truths in my heart, than other men can be of noble pedigree or royal names.
Oh that I had my life to begin again! I would consecrate it anew to Jesus in seeking the conversion of the remaining Cannibals on the New Hebrides. But since that may not be, may He help me to use every moment and every power still left to me to carry forward to the utmost that beloved work…. And should the record of my poor and broken life lead any one to consecrate himself to Mission work at Home or Abroad that he may win souls for Jesus, or should it even deepen the Missionary spirit in those who already know and serve the Redeemer of us all – for this also, and for all through which He has led me by His loving and gracious guidance, I shall, unto the endless ages of Eternity, bless and adore my beloved Master and Savior and Lord, to whom be glory for ever and ever.
I also highly recommend John Piper’s biographical message on John Paton.
No Other Boast 
