Mary Slessor was a born missionary. From her earliest days, no dream burned in her soul save this, and Calabar to which she was destined to go was written on her heart. Mary was always a missionary. When she played with her dolls, she imagined they were tiny babies whose mothers had given them birth in faraway Calabar. In the fancy-land of make believe, with sticks for pupils, she taught Sunday school, but always that teaching was in the dark heart of West Africa.
As a child, she breathed the spiritual air of Calabar, and in the coming decades grateful generations were to honour her with the surname of that heathen country, so that today she is known as Mary Slessor of Calabar. In her childhood she was so passionately wedded to that land, and she sought no other career, no other love, save the joy of carrying the glorious Gospel of salvation to Calabar’s people. This affection was second only to her adoration of Christ, who had washed her in His redeeming blood.
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