Other Articles in this Issue:
Cover Story
For the Lost
By Tom Stebbins
Issue Article
Lighthouse Keepers and Goers
By James Lee West
Issue Article
Here Am I, Lord, Send My Sister
By Paul W. Fleming
Issue Article
Jungle Calls
By Ron Snell
Issue Article
A New Compulsion of Divine Love
By G. Christian Weiss
Gospel According to John
Fermented Yak Butter Breath
By John Willis Zumwalt

Spring Edition | Issue 1 | 2001

Here Am I, Lord, Send My Sister
By Paul W. Fleming

Written in 1947, this article is not politically correct. However, although we reprint it somewhat tongue-in-cheek, the problem it addresses is still current. In some mission agencies women outnumber men three to one.

We would be startled if we picked up the evening paper and read this glaring headline “Longshoreman’s Union Selects Woman President,” with an account following, explaining that, in view of the fact that the majority of the longshoremen were now women, it was about time they had a woman as president.

This is perhaps as ridiculous as it is absurd. The tough job of loading and unloading ships is [traditionally] a man’s job. At least, we are going to be awfully hard pressed before we find women leading the way in this profession.

But, by contrast, we point to another tough job—to the work of world missions. We’re startled when we realize that many more women than men are applying for missionary work in foreign fields. While Bible schools and seminaries are turning out more men than ever in their histories, men seem to be crowding to the pulpits while the women are doing the men’s job out on the tough pioneer mission fields of the world.

There is not much you can say for the multiplied hundreds of young men who continue to flood into the ministry and take refuge behind the pulpit while we continue to let the women in increasing numbers do the toughest job assigned to Christian soldiers.

What is it that attracts the women to the mission field in such great numbers, compared to men? What is it that attracts so many men to the ministry in their home land compared to those who go to the mission field?

Today, we have prepared men to be brilliant, capable, and eloquent and have emphasized their personalities. Such preparation hardly prepares a man for the jungles. The little brown or black tribesman is hardly capable of appreciating such a one’s true earthly value.

So it seems that the man, who has worked hard to become what he is, is evidently too good to be wasted on the heathen and should stay where he is appreciated. Surely God isn’t continually calling 95 percent of the Christian men to stay, while 5 percent pursue the world objective which we, as Christians, have received from the Lord Himself.

The Church’s need is not necessarily more preachers but more obedience to God’s Word. God could surely do something about the ills of our nation if He found us willing to practice what we preach. (Men of such shortsightedness and with the desire to remain in comfort while leaving others to do the dangerous job of preaching the Gospel will never challenge lives.)

While we thank God for every woman who has made an effort toward reaching the untouched, we realize it is a MAN’S job. The leveling off process must begin.

Either the Church must give more men for front line evangelism on the far flung battlefields of the world, or we will have a horde of shriveled up pastors and laymen who are beating the air and dying, because they have no vision that is big enough and positive enough to demand all that they are for God’s front line job.

We men!-We are the stronger sex
It has always been so!
We send our gifts to mission fields
To which the women go.
While up the steepest jungle paths
A woman bravely treads,
We men, who are the stronger sex,
Do pray beside our beds.
When women leave to go abroad
The heathen souls to reach,
We men, who are the stronger sex,
Do stay at home to preach.
While women, in some far off shack
Do brave the flies and heat,
We men, who are the stronger sex
In cool and comfort eat.
Fatigued and weary, needing rest,
The women battle on.
We men, who are the stronger sex,
Do write to cheer them on!
O valiant men!—come, let us sleep
And rest our weary heads.
We shall not be the stronger sex
If we neglect our beds!

 

(Reprinted from BROWN GOLD, Dec-Jan 1947-48)