Sometimes, memories are buried so deep that we often forget that they're there.
Photos are a reflection of the past, though they don't share the whole story.
Just recently, my grandpa came across a small box of old photos in his house that held snapshots of a Ecuador missionary trip that a distantly related family member (Jessie A. Coburn) took in 1960. The writings either came from the back or in front of the photos.
Dayuma in Luite with her pet dog, Blackie. Dayuma is the runaway Auca girl who helped Rachel Saint and Betty Elliot (Elizabeth Elliot) learn the Auca language in preparation for their entering Auca territory three years ago. (photo taken in 1960)
Luichaua worker beside sawmill at Lemoncocha jungles base. This saw makes boards for clinic, radio building, and other missionary buildings at the base. The logs are brought right in from the jungle and sometimes include mahogany and other hard woods.
Group of Indians of Auca, Carpapa, Cofan, Scoiva, and Seguvia tribes who gathered at jungle base in Lemoncocha. to act as informants for a missionary language workshop (1960).
Meal cooking on a fire on the ground. Many of the jungle Indians observe no specific meal time but keep the fire going all day and eat whenever they get hungry.
Dawa, one of the first Auca Christians. Her husband Kimu kidnapped her many years ago from the downriver Auca group and took her to be his wife after killing her father and mother. Her husband was one of the killers of the missionary fellows, but is now a Christian.
Everyone has a story. The question is do we want our stories to be remembered? From the accounts given to me by my extended family, after Jessie returned from her trip she developed a cancer in her lungs and couple years later she passed away.
"All flesh is as grass.
and all the glory of man as the flower of the grass.
The grass withers,
and it's flower falls away,
but the word of the Lord endures forever..."
~ 1 Peter 1:24-25
"May God fill us with His Spirit and a knowledge of His Word and may the Name remembered be not ours, but HIS!"~ Sovereign Grace Church
May we never forget it.
13 comments:
gosh, this is beautiful, nela. xx
Wow! Loved looking at the pictures!
This post is amazing! Loved seeing all the old photos!
*Miss Caroline*
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I also love this.
I think it's kind of ironic; I posted about pictures not telling the whole story, etc just after you did, and I didn't know!
xoxo,
Rachel Nicole
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Pictures hold so much... looking at them replays the whole memory in our hearts, or gives us a glimpse of that well beloved past that we are always learning about... thank you for this inspiring post, dear Nela. ;)
*hugs*
~Shannon~
one word to say about this post (well, i guess i'm not saying one word :P, but what i mean is the word to describe this post, like, to me. (you get it right? of course you do!)) #addicted
xoxo || i love you
Wow! Such pretty photos(:
ohh, this was so beautiful, Nela. Those photos are treasures!
good to see the little red link at the bottom of the post hidden treasure hope it is well used
http://www.sgcdows.com/Teaching.htm
Wow. This is beautiful, and inspiring. Their are so many stories of kindness, love, and heroes, just waiting to be told.
This is beautiful. I love pulling out my family's photo album with pictures from the 1900's onward and reveling in the moments and feeling so connected to these amazing people.
What treasures! I'm ecuadorian so this is cool to see. I remember hearing this story, I'm grateful that Gods ways were higher.
What an amazing find Nela! Like Ali, I am also Ecuadorian (we're cousins:)
It's just amazing that you have these relics!!!
I really enjoyed this post and look forward to reading more of what you share.
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