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Josephine Bakhita – Black Mother

“Don’t be afraid, because a kind providence is watching over you, and – you’ll see – everything will work out in the end.”     St. Josephine Bakhita

Slavery is supposed to have been abolished, but today, millions around the world are enslaved, victims of human trafficking. Traffickers prey on the helpless, most often women and children. Even poor men are used and exploited for the benefit and gain of others, and some spend their entire lives never knowing the basic human freedoms that we so often take for granted.

Our story this week is about a woman who was trafficked as a child – St. Josephine Bakhita. God brought this daughter through many trials and her story of courage and grace is very inspirational.

“My family lived in the middle of Africa…” Josephine knew precisely where she was born though not exactly when. Due to the years of torture she endured “Bakhita” did not remember her original name either. However, she always held in loving memory her home in a village called Al-Qoz in Darfur. The name means ‘Sandy Hill’ and it is at the southern edge of the Sahara Desert.[1]

Her father was a landowner overseeing a large staff of field laborers and herdsmen, and the village head man was her uncle. Her family was well-off, but most importantly, they were loving and close. Josephine recalls, “It was made up of father, mother, three brothers and three sisters, plus four others whom I never knew because they died before I was born. I had a twin sister; I’ve no idea what became of her or of any of them, after I was stolen. I was as happy as could be, and didn’t know the meaning of sorrow.”

Josephine’s story shows one of the most tragic things about human trafficking: the way it also destroys families. One day when she went out to play with a friend, Josephine was suddenly kidnapped by Arab slave traders. She was about 9 years old.

For the next 12 years Josephine would be bought and resold many times. One slaver gave her the name ‘Bakhita’. It means ‘Lucky’ and was a very common name for slaves. Lucky for the slave owners, but not for Josephine. She and another girl attempted to escape one time. How she longed to find her way home. But Bakhita was quickly found and brought back. The slaver eventually brought them to a market for sale.

Her treatment as a slave varied from one owner to the next. Her first owner was a wealthy Arab who gave her to his daughters as a maid. This went fairly well considering the circumstances until she angered the owner’s son. “He immediately seized a whip to flog me. I fled into the other room to hide behind his sisters. I should never have done that! He flew into a rage, dragged me out of there, flung me on the ground and with the whip and with his foot gave me so, so many blows. Finally, a kick to my left side made me lose consciousness. The slaves had to carry me to my sleeping mat, where I lay for over a month.”

When Bakhita recovered she was put to other temporary work and then resold. Worse torture was still in store for her. A Turkish general bought her. His wife ordered her to be scarred. It was a custom of that culture for slaves to show honor to their masters by wearing tattoos. These were given in a very cruel way. Indeed, Josephine Bakhita would eventually suffer a total of 114 scars from this abuse.

She remembered, “A woman expert in this cruel art arrived. She took us to the porch, while the mistress stood behind us, whip in hand. The woman had a dish of white flour fetched, and another of salt, and a razor. She ordered the first one (of three girls. Josephine’s turn was last.) to lie down on the ground and two of the strongest slaves to hold her, one by the arms and the other by the legs. Then she bent over the poor girl and, using the flour, began to trace on her belly about sixty fine marks. I stood there, watching everything, knowing that afterwards they were going to perform the same torture on me. Once the marks were completed the woman took the razor and swish, swish, sliced along each mark she’d traced, while the poor girl groaned, and blood welled up from each cut. When this operation was finished she took the salt and rubbed it as hard as she could over each wound, so that it would go in and enlarge the cut, and keep the edges open. The agony and torment! The victim was writhing in pain, and I was shaking in anticipation.”

When her turn came, Bakhita received cuts on her chest, belly, and right arm. She kept thinking, “’This is it: I’m going to die,’ especially when she rubbed the salt into me.” She and the other two girls were left on mats, unable to move for over a month.

Later Bakhita was sold to the Italian Vice Consul, Calisto Legnani, who proved to be a kinder master. When he decided to return to Italy, Bakhita begged him to take her along. He agreed and when they got to Italy she was given to another family. There she served as a nanny.

Her new mistress wanted to travel to be with her husband and left her child, Mimmina, and Bakhita in the custody of the Canossian Sisters in Venice. There Mimmina could get some education while her mother traveled. While they were there, Bakhita learned about God.

Josephine later said that she had always known about the God Who created all things, but did not know Who He was. The Sisters answered all of her questions and Bakhita made a decision to follow Christ. She desired to remain at the convent when her mistress returned.

Her mistress tried to talk her out of it and Josephine admitted that she would really miss Mimmina, but she believed that her decision was a call from Christ. The sisters believed it too and tried to make a way for her to stay.

The case went to court, and thankfully, it was discovered that slavery had been outlawed in Sudan before Josephine was born. Therefore, she could not lawfully be made a slave. Now Josephine was free to live her own life. She chose to remain with the Canossian Sisters.

She was baptized on January 9, 1890 and took the name Josephine Margaret and Fortunata. Fortunata is the Latin translation for the Arabic ‘Bakhita’.

Josephine became a novice and then eventually took her final vows on December 8, 1896 with the Canossian Daughters of Charity. She was assigned to a convent in Schio, Vicenza. For the next 42 years of her life Josephine served as a doorkeeper and cook at the convent. She also traveled and spoke. She helped many nuns who were training to be missionaries in Africa.

Josephine was kind to children and was known to have surreptitiously lifted her sleeve to show them her scars. At first the Italian children were in awe of her because they did not see many black sisters, but they soon grew to love her and call her ‘Black Mother’.

Gentle and quiet with a ready smile she became known affectionately as the “little brown sister”. After some years she was honored with the title “Black Mother”. When people would ask her story and then offer sympathy, Josephine would sometimes say that she should thank her kidnappers. Though God brought her to Himself in such a difficult way she was thankful for Jesus Christ. She told others that they should serve and love God no matter what. Her words really carried some weight!!

Josephine lived through two world wars and many other trials but always remained firm in the belief that God was watching over her. She was an encouragement to thousands and thousands throughout the rest of her life.

Josephine went to be with her Savior on February 8, 1947. Josephine is the patron saint of Sudan.

[1] All quotes from the booklet by Jean Olwen Maynard, “Josephine Bakhita: A survivor of Human Trafficking”, Catholic Truth Society, 2015.

Sarah Osborn – Part 2

Ever glow in my breasts to God and them and as I have freely received in times of my distress so let me freely give as God enables and occasion offers. Lord ever open my hand and heart to the sick poor and needy and make me a blessing in my day. O make me extensively useful in my family in my school in the dear society to all around me. Oh let the Lord God almighty delight to own me to use me to set me apart for Himself in secret in private and in every way my proper station admits. (Sarah Osborn’s diary, October 21, 1761)

In last week’s post we recounted Sarah’s life through the early 1760’s when she was in her fifties. Though Sarah was suffering with chronic pain she was continuing to hold meetings in her home that were a blessing to thousands.  She was overloaded with work caring for others. Many women might have felt like retiring at this point. But God still had nearly three more decades of service for Sarah.

During the 1760’s the pastor of Sarah’s church lost his wife and fell into alcoholism. The congregation tried to be understanding but more and more services began to take place at Sarah’s home as the congregation avoided the unpleasantness at church. By 1769 Sarah’s home was the spiritual center of the church.

The minister, William Vinal resigned from the pulpit in 1769 after being charged with drunkenness. Over the next two years, temporary pastors came and went to fill the pulpit. Often they ended up preaching at Sarah’s house.

Sarah and the women of the church had founded a female society in 1741. Though the women were not allowed in leadership positions they played significant roles in the affairs of the church. It was through their influence that the church called Reverend Samuel Hopkins to be its minister. Many in the church did not agree with Reverend Hopkins’ ideas, especially about equality for blacks, and the vote to call him as their minister was very close. It failed the first time and succeeded the second time due to the influence of the female society.

SamuelHopkinsClergymanSamuel Hopkins knew that it was through Sarah’s influence that he was called and he treated her as one of his most trusted friends and confidantes. In fact, when her illness prevented her from being able to walk to church he preached at her house. This was not seen as unusual, since Sarah’s house had been the spiritual center of the church for many years anyway.

Now that the church had a full time minister, Sarah stopped holding all of the weekly meetings at her house. She still met with the women’s society and prayed with them regularly. As her health declined, Rev. Hopkins took over most of the meetings.

Samuel Hopkins became convinced that slavery was sinful. Sarah had not questioned the morality of slaveholding even though she believed that black people were equal as Christians with whites. Prejudice against color was one thing and slavery, though related, was quite another. Sarah had become convinced that slavery was sinful and she joined with Samuel Hopkins in his work against slavery.

Many people considered slavery a fact of life. They did not agree that it was morally wrong and Sarah lost a few friends because of her stance in favor of the blacks. Sometime during this period of her life she composed a poem expressing her heartfelt belief:

New wonders still! Lo, here are they,
Unjustly brought from Africa!
They’ve heard the gospel’s joyful sound,
Though lost indeed they now are found.

Those we see here who once have been
Made slaves to man by horrid sin.
Now through rich grace in Christ are free,
Forever set at liberty.

When the colonies went to war against Britain for their independence (1776 – 1783) Sarah was in her sixties. In Newport poverty and destruction of property and life abounded. The valley-forgewinter of 1779 was extremely cold. Americans remember it as the time when George Washington was worried about his troops freezing to death. British soldiers had been known to freeze to death at their posts. Newport residents feared that they would not survive the winter. There were no jobs, high taxes, and the British commandeered what little food they had. Pews in churches were ripped out to provide fuel for their fires. Many people just moved away looking for a better life. The population of Newport decreased from over 9,000 residents to 5,530.

Sarah did not think she would outlast the war. Henry died in 1778 at the age of ninety-three. Sarah thought she would soon follow but God had more work for her to do. Sarah did not wish to move. The interior of the First Church had been gutted, so Sarah’s home again became the spiritual center of the church. The friends that she had blessed over the years now returned the blessing and gave her food and fuel to keep warm by.

When the devastating war was finally over Sarah looked to God to somehow bring good out of evil. Sarah had always believed that God truly loved her and wanted the best for her. She concentrated on God’s grace and blessings. Always wanting to be a blessing to others, she continued to comfort the poor and needy for nearly two more decades.

Sarah continued to write with help from friends. Her eyesight was failing and she could no longer keep a diary. Incapacitated by her illness she began a prayer ministry. Her friends and acquaintances assured her that her prayers touched many other lives.

Sarah died quietly in her room on August 2, 1796 at the age of eighty-two. Like many people Sarah hoped that her life would have made a difference to others. She hoped that the memoirs that she had written would encourage people to keep on trusting God no matter what happened.

Near the end of her life she wrote, “I know that my Redeemer liveth (Job 19:25), and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God. O transporting thought! O glorious resurrection! Then I shall gaze to eternity. Then I shall drink my fill. Then I shall be like him, for I shall see him as he is.”

Sarah’s life did make a difference to others. She put others before herself. Through all of her sorrows and afflictions she gave the glory to God and did not let her own suffering prevent her from sharing the love of Christ in many ways. In 1826 the women of the First Church of Christ changed the name of the society that Sarah had founded from the Female Praying Society to the Osborn Society.

Like Sarah Osborn we should never despair. She is an encouragement to us to see God’s love in every area of our lives.