Tears streamed down Aggie Hurst’s cheeks as she stood by the solitary grave, marked by a small white cross with the name, Svea Flood. Aggie’s life had now come full circle.
In 1921, a young Scandinavian missionary couple named David and Svea Flood traveled to what was then known as the Belgian Congo. The village chief’s fears prohibited them from entering the village so they built a mud hut just outside the perimeter. The only contact they made with the natives was with a small boy who was allowed to sell the Floods chickens and eggs, so Svea took that opportunity to teach that young boy about Jesus, and by doing so, planted one small seed. Months later, Svea became pregnant and, in time, a baby girl named Aina was born. Svea, weakened by Malaria and harsh conditions, died seventeen days later. A distraught David buried his beloved Svea and left the Belgian Congo, never to return. Unable to care for his infant daughter, David left her with another Swedish missionary family. Eight months later, Aina’s new parents both died of a mysterious illness, and once again Aina was given to another couple, this time American missionaries. Her name was changed to Aggie, and they returned to the United States, not long after.
Aggie grew up, married a young pastor and lived a rather uneventful life until one day, anonymously, Aggie received s Swedish religious magazine in her mailbox. As she flipped through the pages, she spotted a photograph of a grave with a cross on it and the name, Svea Flood. Having been told of her heritage, Aggie took the magazine to someone who could speak Swedish and had him interpret the story. The summary of the article told of how missionaries came to the village of N’dolera many years before, of how a baby girl was born, the mother died, and the white people left. It went on to tell about how the little boy who listened to all the stories of Jesus became a Christian, grew up and led many of the villagers to Christ. Now, over 600 villagers had become Christians, including the chief.
Not long after, Aggie and her husband traveled to Sweden in search of her father. She found a broken man who had tried to drown his disappointments and bitterness at God in a bottle. As Aggie sat by his bed, she shared the good news she learned about the one small seed that had been planted. David Flood wept and released his bitterness, dying within days. A few years later, while attending a conference in London, the Superintendent of the National Church in Zaire (the former Belgian Congo), representing some 110,000 believers, shared the spread of Christianity across his country. Afterward, Aggie approached him, introduced herself, and asked if he had ever heard of Svea Flood. A wide grin consumed the speakers face. Speaking in French through an interpreter, he confessed, “Yes, indeed, I was that little boy that listened to your mother’s stories about Jesus! In fact, to this day your mother’s grave and her memory are honored by all of us.” Hugs and tears ensued, followed by an invitation to Aggie to visit his country.
Now, as Aggie stood before that small white cross, she could not help but think about the one small seed and its unfathomable harvest.
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