Brethren Archive
The Year 1936

The Triumph of John and Betty Stam

by Mary Geraldine Guinness (Mrs Howard Taylor)

Marty said ...

An update on "The Miracle Baby". Helen Priscilla Stam was three months old on December 8, 1934 when her parents were beheaded by Chinese Communists. She was cared for by her maternal grandparents, Charles & Clara Scott, who were Presbyterian missionaries in China, until she was five years old. She was brought to the United States in 1939 and adopted by her mother’s sister and her husband, George & Helen Mahy who went as missionaries to the Philippines. She grew up in the Philippines and returned to the United States, graduated from Princeton High School, Princeton, New Jersey in 1952 and enrolled in Wilson College, class of 1956, a private, Presbyterian-related, Womens liberal arts college in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, with all expences paid by the students and faculty, after which she was involved in student work for her Presbyterian denomination. Growing up, Helen wanted to avoid the publicity associated with her family’s experiences, so she took the last name of Mahy. Helen was involved in campus ministry for years following graduation from Union Seminary (Richmond, VA), and worked for a large business in the Philadelphia area. She made her home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and worked as an editor of scientific journals until her retirement. She would be 85 years of age today, July 2020.

 Below: Helen Priscilla Stam in 1939, & as high school Senior in 1952.

Saturday, Jul 4, 2020 : 04:02
Marty said ...
Mr. John C. Stam sent his father this poem, which was received by him on the
very day that the sad cable came announcing his and his wife's martyrdom.

Afraid? Of what?
To feel the spirit’s glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace?
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid?—of that?

Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour’s face?
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid?—of that?

Afraid? Of what?
A flash—a crash—a pierced heart;
Darkness—light—O heaven’s art!
A wound of His, a counterpart!
Afraid?—of that?

Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not—
Baptise with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid?—of that?
"China's Millions" 1935
Sunday, Jul 26, 2020 : 06:06
Carlos Astorga said ...
Excellent. These lives inspire by their dedication to serve our Lord.
I liked the poem I want to translate it into Spanish. Lord bless you
Saturday, Jun 5, 2021 : 20:47

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