Here find the wisdom and stories of the giants of the true faith, some well-known, some unknown to most. Some of these accounts of living without limit will be short, perhaps even snippets. Others will be more detailed so as to capture more of the weight and the glory of these elders of faith. Be encouraged and motivated in your own journey of surrender to a life without limit.

Helen Roseveare

Helen Roseveare was a medical missionary in the Belgian Congo in the 1950s and 60s.  She has written a number of books about the lessons learned there, and about the revival that was happening in the 1950’s in the Congo. 

This story is about the child-like faith of an orphan child in Roseveare’s orphanage.  Her name was Ruth.  Here is how Roseveare tells it:

“One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all 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, as we had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator. We also had no special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool 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!” the midwife exclaimed.

“All right,” I said, “Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.”

The following noon, I went to have prayers with any 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 chills. I also told them of 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 conciseness of our African children. “Please, God,” she prayed, “send us a water bottle. It’ll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.”

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a 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?”

As often with children’s prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, “Amen?” I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren’t there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator, where the weather is hot.

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses’ training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. The excitement was mounting. Some 30 or 40 pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out.

Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas – that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the…..could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out–yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle!

I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, “If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!”

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: “Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?”

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months! Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God’s prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child – five months before – and both delivered that day in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it that afternoon.”

Little Ruth, in her childlike faith, puts most of us to shame.  Her trust in her God was not only absolute, it was her normal way of living. She believed God would act in response to her praying, so her praying was audacious.  Her life was audacious.  Fully yielded and fully dependent.  That prayer was not an anomaly.  It was a window into her absolute, childlike trust. This is the trust Jesus identifies as a non-negotiable for life in His kingdom.

William Borden

D.L. Moody famously stated, “When I was a young man I heard Henry Barley say that the world has yet to see what God can do for a man fully yielded to Him, and I said I wanted to be that man. But I can say today the world has yet to see what God can do with a man fully yielded to Him.”  It may well be that William Whiting Borden, a young missionary whose life was cut short as he prepared to go minister among the Chinese Muslims , was that “man fully yielded to Him.”

Born in 1887, William Borden entered the world amidst wealth and affluence. His family was quite wealthy, and William attended prestigious private schools in Chicago. Yet this affluent life did not deter the family or William from seeking after the life of God. They attended the Chicago Avenue Church, where Dr. R. A. Torrey was pastor. Under Torrey’s ministry and under the Godly influence of his own mother, William had trusted Christ as Savior and sought daily to follow Him as Lord.  

When he graduated from high school his parents gave him a present of a trip around the world, hiring a devout Christian young man to travel with him as his companion and guardian. While on this trip William met a number of Christian missionaries who made a deep impression upon him. He wrote his mother, “When I look ahead a few years, it seems as though the only thing to do is prepare for the foreign field…”

William quickly became a prominent student at Yale as he excelled in the classroom, on the football field, and in friendship. He invested in ministry and service to his college and to the town of New Haven. During William’s freshman year his father died. He, along with his brother, were given access to the family fortune, something William determined to use for the Kingdom of God. Sometimes he would quietly write out a check for a large amount and entirely fund various ministry organizations with which he was involved. But at other times he would spend hours praying with friends for needed funds, feeling like it wouldn’t be honoring to God for him to simply support all Christ’s work apart from prayer and faith.

Also, during his freshmen year William was approached about starting a city mission as a ministry to the downtrodden, and that would provide fellow classmates with a ministry outside of Yale. He was more than eager to be of assistance in this mission, both providing the finances (equivalent to half a million dollars in today’s currency) and administrative leadership. Yale Hope Mission, as it came to be known, annually served over seventeen thousand meals and provided over eight thousand nightly beds, with gospel messages preached daily to all.

William also began meeting with friends for morning prayer and Bible study. At the same time, William eagerly sought ways to motivate other students to join Bible study groups. By the end of his first year 150 were meeting together in groups. By his fourth year at the university there were 1,000 of the 1,300 Yale students attending these Bible studies.

After Yale, he attended Princeton Seminary. While in seminary, Borden was not so preoccupied with his studies that he ceased to be of service. He served as a director for the National Bible Institute in New York City, which focused on equipping men and women with Biblical training and practical ministry skills. Borden also served as a trustee of Moody Bible Institute.

The foreign mission field was William’s aim, and to that end he was ordained into the gospel ministry at Moody Church in 1912. Before leaving, Borden spent that fall traveling to numerous colleges to speak to students about foreign missions. His zeal and dedication for the work of the Lord, along with being called by many the “millionaire missionary,” drew many to his meetings. He urged students to prayerfully consider what part they might play in expanding the kingdom of Christ. His tour of thirty-four schools across multiple states in seventy-six days was an amazing and inspirational feat.

On December 17, 1912, William Borden said goodbye to friends and family and boarded a ship at New York Harbor. His travels took him to Cairo, where he was to spend a year in Arabic and Islamic studies.  He rented a modest room from a Syrian family to be better immersed within the culture.

William had not been in Cairo two weeks before he organized students of the theological seminary to begin a house-to-house canvass with Christian literature for the whole city of eight hundred thousand people.  After just three months of study and evangelism, something happened to William that shocked the world. The passionate young missionary contracted spinal meningitis. Within a month William Borden was dead.

The news of the young millionaire’s death was flashed by cable around the world. William’s death became international headlines.  Memorial services were held in Princeton, at Yale, and at Moody Church in Chicago.  Later, it was learned that memorial services were also held in Europe, China, Japan, Egypt and Africa, all places William had influenced in his short life.  His passion for Jesus and missions, and willingness to risk everything inspired countless believers to volunteer for missionary service and to dedicate themselves wholeheartedly to the cause of Christ.

He was buried in Cairo as countless tributes poured in from around the world. One such tribute stated the thoughts of many: “William Borden has lived two lives in one; for he has done more in twenty-five years than many men accomplish in fifty.”  Another missionary wrote about Borden: “I have absolutely no feeling of a life cut short. A life abandoned to Christ cannot be cut short. ‘Cut short’ means not complete, interrupted, and we know that our Master does no half-way jobs…”

In his Bible were found three powerful messages to himself, written at different times in his life. While he was in school, having made his decision to forsake a comfortable life of wealth and ease in the U. S., he had written, “With no reserve and no delay, with all my heart I come.”  After graduating from Yale, with many offers of important positions coming to him, he wrote, “No retreat.”  And below these two phrases, written shortly before he died, were the words, “No regrets.” Indeed, William Borden lived a life of no reserve, no delay, no retreat, and no regrets.

The concluding stanza of Isaac Watts’ “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross,” sung as the final hymn during Borden’s ordination, aptly summarizes this young man’s life and heart, who forsook the riches of this world for the riches of Christ:

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Content compiled from Institute in Basic Life Principles, Ligonier Ministries, and Spirit of Grace Ministries websites, as well as from the book, “Borden of Yale ’09” by Helen Taylor.