to Eleanor Johnson,
Johnson, who died, aged 96, on 14 September, 2011, at 2:45 am was the
widow of Carl. She died in
and Eleanor were missionaries in the
are now a third generation of Johnsons working in
day we were shopping with a Burundian friend, in the central market.
As we walked, we all noticed a young boy flipping through a giant
wad of cash. The friend stopped and asked him,
"Did you steal that money from Carl's grandson?"
The boy, who I had never met before, replied, "No!
He's a Johnson. I
wouldn't steal money from a Johnson!!"
catch a taxi to our house from town, you just have to ask the driver to
take you to the "Johnson place," and 90% of the time he'll
know right where that is.
and Eleanor's grandson’s wife recalls "Whenever I start speaking
Kirundi in town, people stare in shock and ask how I've learned Kirundi.
I have discovered that all I have to say to satisfy their
curiosity is, "My husband is a Johnson."
also see daily evidence of the love, generosity, and patient teaching of
the Word of God that my parents and grandparents dedicated themselves to
while they were in
(Eleanor Johnson) died, the first person I had to tell was a woman who
had worked in Grandma's home many years ago. She was waiting on the
porch to see if we could help her kids and grandkids with school fees,
but the first question out of her mouth was "How is Madame
Johnson?" When I told
her Grandma had gone home (to heaven), she turned her face to the wall
and cried. Burundians don't
cry. Then she turned to me
and said, "She was such a wonderful woman of God.
She always loved us. She
always helped us. I will
have to go home and tell everyone."
When I told her of the local church leaders' plan to announce
Grandma's death on the radio, she replied, "Good.
EVERYONE will want to know. So
many people loved her."
a tribute to an amazing woman. May all of us be motivated to be the kind
of person she was.
pray for all of Carl and Eleanor’s family as they grieve.
We give heartfelt thanks to God for the life of Eleanor. She was a joyful, giving person, full of enthusiasm, serving God's church in Africa without counting the cost. Her missionary brethren were included in this service - whichever group they happened to belong to. Carl and Eleanor's home at Vugizo had an open door of generous hospitality and it beckoned not only us but travellers passing through Burundi whether they were believers or not. These folk never left without having heard the Good News of Jesus. To all of us they were so generous. They gave us our very first car - an ancient Beetle which served us well until our first furlough. They also hosted a "Shower" (of gifts) for us with the American missionaries, when we arrived back from our honeymoon. Eleanor was a faithful correspondent. She kept in regular contact with their seven children and their families. We often had a personal footnote when she sent her prayer letters from the US. She was a fantastic cook on a shoestring budget! Her banana bread lingers in the mouth and I have memories of her 'Heinz' baked beans which tasted better than the original. Somehow even late arrivals found themselves sitting down to a beautifully prepared meal. Eleanor was a perfect helpmeet for Carl. His rocklike character was complemented by her spontaneous freedom and joy in the Lord. She always managed to laugh at Carl's jokes - even when she had heard them scores of times before! She remained young in heart and outlook and even when they were forced to leave Vugizo and make a new home and ministry at Kigobe - on the other side of Bujumbura - they both coped with the transition. In her latter years Eleanor was setting up new work with disabled people. Her life gave the message, "In a world of uncertainty it's so worthwhile being a Christian.!"
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