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I. Lilias (Isabella Lilias) Trotter
Isabella Lilias Trotter (1853–1928) was a British artist, writer, and missionary known for her dedication to missionary work in Algeria. Though a talented painter, she chose to prioritize her religious calling over an artistic career under the mentorship of John Ruskin. Trotter founded the Algiers Mission Band and worked extensively to share Christian teachings with Muslim communities, particularly women. She also authored several devotional books, including "Parables of the Cross" and "Parables of the Christ-life," which used simple illustrations and nature imagery to convey spiritual truths.
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There was deep insight in those old words. For man's natural thought of death is that of a dreary ending in decay and dissolution. And from his standpoint he is right: death as the punishment of sin is an ending. But far other is God's thought in the redemption of the world. He takes the very thing that came in with the curse, and makes it the path of glory. Death becomes a beginning instead...
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LIFE--the first glance would hardly find it on this African hillside in the summertime. The hot wind of the desert has passed over it, and the spring beauty of iris and orchid, asphodel and marigold, has vanished. Nothing is to be seen but the mellow golden-brown of the grass, broken by blue-green aloe leaves, and here and there a deep madder head of dried-up fennel. Yet life is reigning, not death,...
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