Describes battle with African fever, Studd writes:
"Here I was permitted to sample the African fever so frequently as to know it by hear, but without any increase of affection. It was like being repeatedly ducked by the devil, and once I though hae ducked me too much. But as each time on coming up on spluttered out, "Sold again, old chap" he finally got so annoyed that he went and sat down in the sulks and left us alone. That big ducking was an ugly affair: the fever mounted, the weakness increased, all the medicines had failed, and the time for disappearing seemed to have arrived: the darkest hour brought a brilliant flash of memory: "Is any sick let him call for the elders of the Church and let them anoint him with oil," etc.
Thank God for the saving sense of humor; there was but one elder and he was in his twentieth year; no matter, "One day is as a thousand years." But where was the oil? Neither salad, olive, or even linseed oil did we possess.' What's the matter with lamp oil? What, kerosene? Why not? It is oil, and that is all the Book says, and we cannot afford to be narrow-minded. The elder brought in the lamp oil, dipped his finger, anointed my forehead, and then knelt down and prayed. How God did it I don't know, nor do I care; but this I knew next morning, that whereas I was sick, nigh unto death, now I was healed.
We CAN trust Him too little, but we CANNOT trust God too much!"
-C. T. Studd Cricketer and Pioneer, p.129, 130
C.T. Studd!
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