by Norman P. Grubb
At last, after six years, furlough time came. Alfred and Edith suggested to Mr. Studd that she should stay out a further spell, as she had only done three and a half years, while he and baby Susan, the little daughter born in 1918, went to England. But it was thought better that they should go together. A last glance round was taken in praise and thankfulness for all God had done: for fourteen workers were now with Mr. Studd, and six stations opened, including the first in the Ituri Province. The final words C.T. wrote home to the committee were, “It is quite superfluous for me to say anything in praise of Mr. Buxton and his work. The wonderful work accomplished is beyond credence……..”|
The last good-byes were said. “We went down to see Baragweni, our faithful headman. As we parted, I gave him the old anti-rheumatic ring Edith gave me, and putting it on his finger, told him that was my pledge that I would return to them again.
“A hurried breakfast and all were gathered in the church. I spoke of the work before me and how insufficient I was for it, and reminded them of C.T.’s word of how the spirit of Elijah rested on Elisha, and I asked C.T. to lay his hands on me. As I sat down, C.T. got up and whispered, ‘You must do what I tell you, then,’ and setting his chair, he bade me mount it. I did so; and then, as he spoke, I realized what he intended to do. This man, twice my age, a missionary more than five times as long as I, one who had done ten thousand times more for God than I, refused to lay his hands on my head and chose instead my feet! I could only submit; but when his prayer was done, I said, as soon as I was off the chair, ‘Bwana (C.T. Studd) has played a trick on me to-day, but it was a trick of love’ – and then it was hard to go on; but I could as last, and said, ‘But I want you to remember the lesson he has taught you to-day-
Jesus once washed Peter’s feet……….’
“Half an hour later we were on the road. The whole of Nala came to see us off: and, what with good-byes and handshakes every few yards, it took us three hours to do what would usually take one.” And so to England.
From: "Alfred Buxton of Abyssinia and Congo" by Norman Grubb