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Darlene Mae McIntosh was born on May 10, 1917, in Boone,
Iowa. She was saved at the age of nine, and by the age of thirteen, she knew
the Lord had called her into a life of missions work. While receiving training to
work on the mission field, Darlene met veteran missionary, Russell Deibler, who
had already served a 5-year term in the country of Indonesia. On August 18,
1937, shortly after Darlene’s 20th birthday, they were married. The couple had
dreams and plans of opening mission stations in the unreached interior of Dutch
occupied Papua New Guinea. In 1938, Darlene and Russell travelled to Holland
for six months in order to learn the Dutch language and customs. Later that
same year, they sailed to Indonesia, and arrived in Batavia, Java on August 18,
1938, the date of their first wedding anniversary.
Darlene was so
excited as her hopes and dreams were coming to fruition. A few days later they
traveled to Macassar where she and her husband were greeted by a small group of
missionaries that they would be partnering with. Darlene’s first lesson in the
native language was the very next morning, and she enjoyed getting to know the
other missionaries on the compound and taking in all the strange and wonderful
things a new country, a new culture, and a new way of life brings. By December, Darlene’s husband and a fellow missionary
made their way to the Wissel Lakes region of Irian Jaya and set up the first
mission post in that area bringing the Gospel to the Kapakau tribe for the
first time. Darlene and the fellow missionary wife were required to stay behind
until it was safe for them to make the long arduous trek into the interior. Darlene
filled her time with language study and service to the church and school that
had already been established at the Macassar station. She translated weekly
Sunday school lessons for the children, supervised several teachers, taught
Bible lessons in the school chapel, and assisted the wives of national workers
with the kindergarten. Darlene found tremendous joy and satisfaction in all her
responsibilities, but she longed for the day she could be reunited with her
husband and, in her own words, “join the long line of intrepid missionary
pioneers who had walked into the unknown to lift up His ensign on the mountains
and lay a claim for the Lord.”
Over the next year
or so, she and her husband were separated many months at a time while he was on
expeditions further and further into the interior and worked on building them a
home and setting up the mission station. The separation from Russell and the
news that England and France had declared war on Germany were both cause for
great concern, but Darlene had a strong faith and a close relationship with the
Lord that brought her great strength. Finally, on January 23, 1940, Darlene
started her journey to join her husband. As she was leaving, Dr. Jaffray, a
seasoned missionary and her spiritual mentor said to her, “Remember, Lassie,
for centuries the enemy has held these people in darkness. You will now
experience satanic opposition such as you have never known. Until Russell’s
first trip, no one had ever invaded his territory to challenge him, but don’t
be afraid, for he is a defeated foe, undone by Calvary. Never forget that
greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world. “
From a steamer, to
small ships, to dugout canoes, Darlene was finally reunited with Russell. From
there they had to trudge through the jungle trail, cross single log bridges
covered in moss with deep gorges below, and survive the elements. Finally, as they
were crossing the last summit, Darlene, the first woman to enter this remote
area, got a glimpse of the Baliem Valley of New Guinea. She could see the
people in the valley waving at her. They were as excited to meet her as she was
to meet them. Darlene began to run down the mountainside to them shouting at
the top of her lungs, “I’m home! I’m home!”
Russell and
Darlene immediately set about constructing a building that would be used for a school
and church. Darlene and her husband would daily go from home to home witnessing.
Slowly they began reaching the natives with the Gospel one by one, and what a
joy it was to their heart with each one who decided to trust Christ as their
Savior. The future was bright in Darlene’s eyes. She and her husband were
fulfilling God’s call in their lives, and her heart was knit with this place
and this people God had called her to. Little
did she know what lied ahead.
In the wake of the
Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, Darlene and her missionary friends were
captured by the Japanese military. The men were the first to be taken and sent
to a prison camp. Russell’s parting words to Darlene were, “Remember one thing,
dear: God said that He would never leave us nor forsake us.” Darlene had no
idea that that would be the last time she would speak to her husband or that
she would have to endure horrific things during the next four years before the
war ended and she’d be free again.
Eventually the
women and children were also taken to a different prison camp. Life in the POW
camps was dreadful. There was often a meager food supply, and what was given
was not enough to sustain the heavy labor the prisoners were expected to carry
out. Prisoners were brutally beaten for small infractions, and diseases like
dysentery and malaria claimed the lives of many. During Darlene’s imprisonment she
tried her best to be a good soldier for the cause of Christ and strived to be
an encouragement to the other women and children. She established a practice of
reading a portion of God’s Word and praying as a group each night in the
barracks where she lived. This helped to keep her barrack a calm center in the
eye of the military storm that raged around them.
One day Darlene
was called in to Mr. Yamaji’s office. He was the dreaded commander of the
prison camp where she was located. He informed her that her husband had died on
August 29, 1943. In that moment, feeling she had nothing else to lose, Darlene
boldly proclaimed to him, “{Jesus} died for you, Mr. Yamaji, and He puts love
in our hearts – even for those who are our enemies. That’s why I don’t hate
you, Mr. Yamaji. Maybe God brought me to this place and this time to tell you
He loves you.” Her words affected his heart and caused the strict commander to
tear up. He quickly left the room, but from that time on he treated her with
more kindness.
Darlene suffered
much during her imprisonment, but nothing compared to the time she was summoned
to the dreaded Kempeitai prison for solitary confinement and intense
interrogation. The Japanese accused her of being an American spy and tried to get
her to confess so they could execute her. She had to bear unspeakable things
and eventually was forced to sign a false confession. Darlene was given her
last meal and was taken to a room where she would be executed. She was
surprised and her heart was comforted when the Lord brought to mind the song lyrics
“I’ll live for Him who died for me!” A few moments later the Lord miraculously delivered
her from death, and she was taken back to the prison camp. She would later find
out that it was Mr. Yamaji who spoke on her behalf and stopped the execution.
Seventeen days
after the truce had been signed aboard the battleship USS Missouri on September
2, 1945, and the war was over, Darlene found herself in a rowboat
that was taking her out to a fly boat that would take her away from her island
of captivity. Leaving the island as a widow of two years already, emaciated
with a weight of just 80 pounds, and lacking even one material possession was a
far cry from how she had arrived at the island eight years prior. Bitterness
washed over her as large and daunting as the sea that surrounded her. In that
moment she told the Lord she would never return to this place that had caused
her so much pain. As she reached the flyboat and started to board it, she heard
the sweet voices of the natives who had come to know the Lord and who had also
shared in the indescribable suffering. They stood on the shoreline waving at
her singing the song “God be with you, till we meet again . . .” Eventually
Darlene would say of that moment, “Their song released the waters of bitterness
that had flooded my soul, and the hurt began to drain from me as my tears
flowed in a steady stream. The healing had begun. I knew then that someday, God
only knew when, I would come back to these my people and my island home.”
The next few years
Darlene spent recovering from her ordeal and telling everyone she met of God’s
goodness and preservation. She was determined to return as a single missionary
to the island God had called her to even though many people tried to discourage
her from it. In 1946, some friends introduced Darlene to a Reverend Gerald “Jerry”
Rose who had already been assigned a mission post in the primitive Papua New
Guinea. The two fell in love and were married on April 4, 1948. In early 1949,
Darlene and Jerry returned to the Wissel Lakes, the same area where she and her
first husband had started their ministry. For the next 29 years Darlene and Jerry,
along with their two sons, served together teaching, preaching, building
landing strips, delivering babies, facing headhunters, and leading people to
Christ.
Her Story/My Story:
My joy
quickly turned into a sorrow I have never felt before, and my life turned
upside down when the following week the birth mother reported to the police
that I had stolen her baby. Of course, we had many witnesses including doctors,
nurses, social workers and official documentation that spoke to the contrary,
so I wasn’t in trouble, but because she hadn’t signed her final rights away yet,
I was forced to give my baby girl back. As I stood there with the police
officers, our lawyer, fellow friends and the birth mom, I held my baby girl in
my arms one last time and sang her her special song choking back tears. I
kissed her cheek, breathed her smell in deeply and handed her back to her birth
mom. It is hard to explain, but in that moment, surrounded by all those people,
I never felt so alone, so abandoned, so betrayed, so mistreated, so angry. My
constant prayer for the next 48 hours was two-fold, “Lord, please give me back my
baby girl” and “Lord, please help me to remain faithful and not be overcome
with anger and bitterness.” It has been two weeks exactly since that terrible
afternoon. My baby girl has been away from me longer than she was with me. Each
day I find I can bear it a little more but only through the strength of the
Lord. I don’t yet know why the Lord allowed this to happen to me when I had
previously been so content. I don’t yet have the blessing of looking back in
hindsight, but I know one day I will understand it all, and I will be able to see
God’s goodness and purpose for it.
During that
particularly hard trial when Darlene was forced to endure solitary confinement
and interrogation, she felt many things – fear, discomfort, dread, helplessness,
abandonment, anger, love, hope, grace, and even God’s presence. One day she
happened to see a prisoner in the courtyard being snuck a banana through the
perimeter fence while the guard’s back was turned. She had been living off a
diet of maggot-infested rice gruel and the thought of being able to eat bananas
caused her to send up a quick prayer to the Lord to somehow let her have just
one banana. As quick as she was to pray, she was quick to despair that there
was no way God would ever be able to get a banana to her through the prison
walls. Every scenario she came up with seemed impossible. The very next morning
Darlene could hear the guards coming toward her cell. She stood as best she
could and prayed the Lord would help her to make a perfect bow so she wouldn’t
be beaten. When the door opened, she saw Mr. Yamaji’s smiling face. He had come
from the prison camp to check on her. He was disturbed by her appearance and
seemed to speak sharply to the officers. After he left her cell, Darlene
remembered that she had forgotten to bow to the prison officers. She knew they
would be back any minute to punish her. Sure enough she could hear them coming
down the hallway toward her cell, but when they opened the door, instead of
punishing her, they gave her a large bunch of bananas from Mr. Yamaji . . . 92
bananas to be exact. Darlene was reminded yet again that the Lord had not
abandoned her, and that nothing was impossible for Him. After the war when she
was released and was headed home to the States, she made the statement, “I
handed over eight long years of my life into the faithful, wise hands of a
gracious God Who alone could help me to understand the mysteries of deep pain
and suffering.” Every time she told her story of captivity, she would always
say, “I’d do it all again for my Savior.” At the end of her life, Darlene could
look back and see how many lives she was able to reach for the cause of Christ through
the story of her suffering.
I have never had
to suffer physically the way that Darlene did, and I don’t know what it feels
like to lose a husband, but I know the heart pain that comes from going through
a fiery trial where you feel the Lord has abandoned you or at the very least is
silent toward you. I recently experienced this
feeling when the Lord brought me to a trial that He is still bringing me
through. For years I’ve wanted children. When it passed the time where I could
have a child of my own, I began to hope that I’d be able to adopt a baby. Seven
years ago, on March 18, 2012, I found out I was approved to adopt a child in
Thailand. I just knew it would only be a matter of weeks before the Lord gave
me my baby girl I had so desperately prayed for. In 2017, after years of
praying and three failed attempts, I came to terms with the situation and
accepted the fact that being a mother to my own child was not in the Lord’s
will for my life. I proceeded to dismantle the nursery that for so many years
had mocked me and caused me to doubt myself and my ability to know the Lord’s
will for my life. I gave everything away except for a couple of things I
couldn’t bear to part with. Having a peace in my heart, I crossed off the words
“a child that will call me mom” that had been listed on my “miracles” prayer list
for over a decade and never prayed again for it. For the past two years I have
been content in that state.
On August 20, 2019, I felt prompted
by the Lord to pray one more time for a child. I did so, although I was
confused about it and thought it was unnecessary since I was fine to not have a
child of my own and had been so for quite some time now. Three days later a woman,
who was due in 4 weeks time, asked me to adopt her baby girl because she was
unable to care for baby. After counselling with many people and discussing all
the legal matters with our Thai lawyer, I decided to step through the doors that
the Lord seemed to be opening. Every time I was sure there was a roadblock, the
Lord seemed to open the door even wider. Everything seemed to work perfectly.
The mother was steadfast in her decision, the Lord worked miraculously on the
legal side of things, and I began to prepare to bring a child into my home. As
the days went by and I saw the Lord working mightily on my behalf to bring this
about, my heart thrilled more and more. The baby came a week early on September
16th, and the Lord worked it out for me to be able to participate in
every aspect of the birth. I was able to drive the mother to the hospital, hear
the baby’s heartbeat on the monitor while the birth mom labored, help her
through the labor, and be the first to hold the baby. After the birth, the Lord
continued to miraculously open doors for us. God allowed me to secure a private
room for us to use so we didn’t have dozens of eyes watching and wondering why this
foreigner was crying so much over this baby. The birth mom had signed over her
rights of guardianship to me and the social welfare representatives that
visited us in the hospital had awarded me guardianship. I participated in a class
that all the new parents had to take before leaving the hospital, and the Lord
worked it out for me to be able to legally name her. It was a name that had
such special meaning to me that I had chosen so many years ago to give to my
daughter that one day I knew the Lord would give me.
The term “Gotcha Day” is a
familiar term in the realm of adoption and the day that all those praying and
hoping to adopt long for. It is the day that you are finally able to take your
child home. My Gotcha Day was September 19th - exactly 2,741 days .
. . or 90 months . . . or 391 ½ weeks since the day I first found out I was
approved to adopt. As I walked out of the hospital that day with my baby girl
in my arms, my heart swelled at God’s goodness to me, His kindness to me, His
care for me. Here out of the blue God had given me the long desire of my heart.
The birth mother and I had an appointment the following week after she
recovered from her labor and surgery for her to sign over her final rights so I
could officially adopt the child. I enjoyed every bit of that first week – the
round the clock feedings, dressing my baby girl up in special outfits,
informing my friends and family, taking her to church and showing her off, checking
on her a thousand times to make sure she was still breathing, finding out she
loved the pacifier and bottles I had chosen for her, cradling her in my arms
and singing her a special song I wrote just for her, and so much more.
Bible Study: When God "Abandons" You
Have you ever been there
before? That terrible place where you feel all alone, where comforting words
from friends and loved ones seem to have no effect, where the walls around you
seem dark and there is no light to be seen, and even the Lord seems to have
left you all alone. Sometimes we can feel like we are living in this dark place
even when we know we are in the center of the Lord’s will. In this dark place our
head knows what is right and wants to take the lead, but we often become
overwhelmed by the shoutings of our heart and the feelings that the trial
brings. At dark times like this it is easy for our emotions to unhinge the
truths we normally live by.
During times like this . . .
- it is easy for us to believe God is not good even when we know, “The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.” Nahum 1:7
- it is easy for us to believe we
don’t deserve to have to go through this trial because we love the Lord and have
been faithful to Him even when we know, “Blessed is the man that
endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life,
which the Lord hath promised to them that love him.” James 1:12
- it is easy for us to believe the trial will never end even when we know, “. . . weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Psalm 30:5
- it is easy for us to believe that the only way out of the trial is to fight your way out even when we know, “The LORD shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.” Exodus 14:14
- it is easy for us to believe that nothing good could come of the trial even when we know, “. . . knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.” Romans 5:3-5
- it is easy for us to believe that we are all alone even when we know, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me . . . ” Psalm 23:4a
God never abandons His children.
He is always in the dark place in the trial with you. He is ever ready to
comfort you, love you, and guide you out of the darkness.
Here are four ways to help you
bring the “balance” back between what you believe in the moment and what you
know to be true when you are going through a trial.
1. Strengthen Your
Faith – Pray and ask the Lord to give you a faith that remains. Still your
own voice and listen to His. Search the Scriptures or read good books about
people who also went through fiery trials and find out how they remained
faithful. Pray and ask the Lord to give you wisdom. Seek godly counsel.
2. Remind Yourself
of God’s Promises – Search the Scriptures for times the Lord has clearly
spoken to you or showed you a promise. Reclaim these promises. Write the words,
“I still believe” next to the verse. Take time to praise the Lord for His
goodness and mercy toward you. Take time to worship Him.
3. Separate
Fact from Fiction – Look at yourself and honestly answer the question, “Is
how I’m responding to this trial based on what I know to be true or what I am
feeling in the moment?” Feelings of injustice, confusion, betrayal, fear and
doubt will never help us to remain faithful in the trial or help to bring us
through it. Take the time to write down things you know to be true about the
Lord.
4. Act Presently
on Your Future Perspective – Remind yourself of other trials where the Lord
has brought you through. Looking at a past trial through the eyes of hindsight
can help you in your present trial. Realize that a trial is just another
opportunity to show great faith.
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*Disclaimer:
*Disclaimer:
I have chosen to highlight the life of these ladies because of what they have accomplished for the Lord not because I agree with their doctrinal beliefs. As with all study of man, our focus should be on the character traits they bestowed in their lives that allowed the Lord to use them, how the Lord used them, the methods of ministry they incorporated that allowed them to be effective, etc. We do not study man to get our doctrine. Our doctrinal beliefs should only come from the Bible. To that end you may find you don’t agree with the doctrine of a particular person that I write about, but I believe there is still much wisdom we can gain from studying their lives.
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