Interview with Dr. Helen Roseveare - ENHANCED AUDIO

David Meredith interviews Dr Helen Roseveare, an English Christian missionary to the Congo from 1953 to 1973. -Footage courtesy of Inverness TV invernesstv.net Audio enhanced by Eric Riley - www.ericriley.com 00:12 David introduces Dr. Helen. 00:24 Dr. Helen describes her beginnings. 00:52 David asks for the factors that brought her conversion experience. 01:18 “I felt God was not able to cope.” 02:20 “God was somebody you could KNOW and LOVE.” 02:55 “Be still and know that I am.” 03:45 Medicine was a man’s world. 04:35 David asks about glass ceilings 04:30 “What about your call to the mission field?” 06:10 “Did you know you were going to Africa?” 07:20 “Where did you get your post-grad experience?” 08:39 “I was doing everything.” 09:38 “Was there anyone you could go to?” 10:33 The talking drums 11:35 “What about burnout and stress?” 13:30 Dealing with pride issues 16:30 “I’m angry with God at the way he’s doing things.” 17:18 The issue of singleness and the gift that nobody wants. 20:20 God doesn’t change us. 21:30 More about the rebellion when you were imprisoned for 5 months. 23:30 God: “Can you thank me?’ 25:00 Privelige 28:12 “I lost my back teeth to the boot of a rebel soldier.” 29:49 David: “Could you forgive him?” 32:07 David: “Is there more left in the gas tank, Helen?” 34:55 “Willing to be the legs of a galloping horse.” 36:00 “Willing to be whittled as an arrow.” 36:55 “Digging Ditches” 39:20 The key word is privelige  The Hot Bottle Water - A True Story By Helen Roseveare One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.  A student-midwife went for the box we had for such babies and for the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "...and it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk; so, in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over a burst water bottle. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm." The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with many of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.   During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, the baby'll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, " ...And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" (to be continued at the following link cause there's not enough space here in the description) http://living-testimony.blogspot.com/...