Faces of History
Cycle three
Asha Singapogu
Unusual
Faith
The
savage land of Burma were no Christians had ever been I knew this was
the place for me. My childhood prepared me for what was ahead my early
years in ministry strengthen me in the faith and my last years were a
good influence to the world.
On
December 22, 1789, I was born into a large and wealthy family in Bradford,
Massachusetts. My family was made up of three girls and one boy including me.[2]
As a young woman I was about five foot five inches and had olive skin and jet-black
curls. I had stunning blue eyes which
were always filled with laughter. [2] About when I was fifteen, I traveled to
visit my Aunt who was a strong believer, and I became a Christian. Soon
after this my family which were not believers, quickly followed
in giving their lives to Jesus. One night we hosted a gest for supper.
It was a young man who I had heard lots about. His name was Andoniram Judson.
To be honest, at first I was quite disappointed in the young man. He just sat
there as white as could be, just fiddling with his food. Later he told
me it was because he was so stunned by me. Adoniram and I got
married a few months later on February 5, 1812. The next day my husband was
ordained. Although we were making preparations to share God’s word overseas, we
had not the slightest idea what God had in store for us. My childhood prepared
me for what was ahead.
[2]On
February 18, thirteen days after our wedding, Andoniram and I set sail for
India. [3]Quickly I became ill. On the ship gave birth to a son who was born
dead. [1] About the time we arrived in India, we decided that we agreed
more with the Baptist than the congregationalist who had been our sending sporters,
so William Carey baptized us. [3]Sadly, the British East India Company
would not allow any more missionaries to India. So, we traveled on to the savage
land of Burma bravely .[2] When we arrived, I gave birth to a son
who was a beautiful child. We played with him every evening when
Andoniram was finished translating the Bible into to Burmias.[3] Sadly at
8 months old our son died. Eight years later we took in two burmes foster
children. We named them Abbey and Marry after my two sisters. Soon after we
moved to Ava, the king’s city. There I started a school for girls. Sometimes when
I was ill, I taught from my bed. Things where going well until we heard news of
war! Things were uncertain but we trusted God.
There was a war escalating
quickly between Burma and Britain.
This meant trouble for Adoniram and me. Because of our pale skin we were
suspected as spies even though we were American and not British.[3] Suddenly,
one evening the “spotted faces” who were criminals who led the
prison appeared at our door and took adoniram to the death prison. While Adoniram
was in prison I gave birth to a little girl. Her name was maria. Every day
I walked across the hot Burma ‘land walked eight miles with the baby to deliver
food to Adoniram. One day I presented him with the precious translation of
the Burmese bible in a pillow to protect it from the spotted faces. soon after
adoniram was released to translate the king’s letter of surrender. Sadly not
long after my husband’s release I died on October 22, 1826. My husband and
I are still remembered to this day as the first American overseas missionaries.
My bravery and trust in God at all times is one that is unusual and remarkable.
Having
faith at all times and not giving- up is a necessary skill. It
teaches you to trusting god at all times no mater your circumstances.
Who
am I?