Weep Over the Greatness of the Gospel

Svea Flood GraveThose of you who know me know that I am an unabashed, constant propagandist for missionary biographies. There is such wonder and glory wrapped up in the stories of simple faithfulness, even amidst tragedy and heartbreaking loss.  When faithful believers in obedience to Christ tell others of the wonder of the Savior and trust God to work, great things happen. This week, a friend and former seminary classmate (Henry Oursler) posted a short bio of David and Svea Flood. It is a WOW story! A story you don’t want to miss, one I don’t want you to miss, so here it is (in blue) complete and intact exactly as Henry shared it on FaceBook.

After the bio, I have included a video which follows the story below very closely but adds some important details. Watch it all the way to the end. It is worth every second. May God give you great joy and increase your passion for the wonder of God and the Gospel. And may it inspire you to trust God to be bold to do what you can do with simple faithfulness to tell a friend the good news.

My friend Henry Oursler has just started a BLOG for leaders and communicators at LEADER SHAPE. Here’s
  the link.  Check it out. It is a great blog to refer business leaders to that you are seeking to reach for Christ.

What a great and encouraging story:
The 1921 story of David and Svea Flood, missionaries to the Belgian Congo, is little-known today. But what follows is a remarkable story of faith . . . and restoration.

The Floods left their native Sweden with a two-year-old son, set out for the interior of Africa, and together with another young Scandinavian couple, the Ericksons, sought God’s direction for their endeavors. Rebuffed by the chief who would not let them enter the village for fear of alienating the local gods, the two couples opted to go half a mile up the slope and build their own mud huts.

They prayed for a spiritual breakthrough, but the only contact with the villagers was a young boy, who was allowed to sell chickens and eggs twice a week to them. Svea Flood decided if this was the only African she could talk to, she would try to lead the boy to Jesus—and she did. But there were no other converts.

Malaria struck the members of the little team and, in time, the Ericksons returned to the central mission station. The Floods remained; when the time came for Svea to give birth, the village chief allowed a midwife to help her. A healthy girl, Aina, was born, but the delivery was difficult for Svea; she died seventeen days later.

Angry with God, David dug a crude grave, buried his young wife, and took his two children back to the mission station. He left the baby with the Ericksons and returned to Sweden, saying, “God has ruined my life.” Both Ericksons died eight months later, and little Aina was taken in by American missionaries, coming to the States at age three. Aggie, as she was now called, grew up in South Dakota, attended North Central Bible College in Minneapolis, and married a young man named Dewey Hurst.

Years later her husband became president of a Christian college in the Seattle area, and she found much Scandinavian heritage there. One day a photo in a Swedish religious magazine caught her eye. There in a primitive setting was a grave with a white cross—and on the cross were the words SVEA FLOOD. Six hundred Christian believers now lived in that village . . . a testimony to David and Svea Flood!

Aggie knew she had to go to Sweden! Her father, now married with four children, and an old man, was bitter and broken. When she came to his bed, he turned away and began to cry. “Aina, I never meant to give you away.” “It’s all right, Papa,” she replied, taking him gently into her arms, “God took care of me.” By the end of the afternoon, David had come back to the God he had resented for so many decades.

Some years later, the Hursts attended an evangelism conference in London, where a report was given from the nation of Zaire, the former Belgian Congo. The superintendent of the national church, representing 110,000 baptized believers, spoke eloquently of the gospel’s spread in his nation. Aggie asked him afterward if he had heard of David and Svea Flood. “Yes, madam,” the man replied in French, “Svea Flood led me to Jesus Christ. I was the boy who brought food to your parents before you were born. You must come to Africa; your mother is the most famous person in our history.”

Later, in Zaire, Aggie Hurst and her husband were welcomed . . . by cheering throngs of villagers in the place where she was born!

5 thoughts on “Weep Over the Greatness of the Gospel

  1. I have my eyes full of tears when reading this article about the life of David and Svea Flood who opened the preaching point in the village of Ndolera, that is located in cheiftaincy of Lemera in South Kivu province, in the eastern part of the Democratic Republic of Congo where I come [from] even though living now in Melbourne, Australia. In August 2021, the former Swedish Free Mission Church of Kasenga (which was the mission station) of Uvira will be celebrating 100 years since missionaries sent from Sweden came to evangelize our area in 1921. During the independence of Congo in 1960, missionaries left and church name changed to Association des Eglises de Pentecôte (AEP) and then to 8ème Communauté des Eglises de Pentecôte au Zaïre (CEPZa), and now it is called Communauté des Eglises de Pentecôte en Afrique Centrale (CEPAC).

    I do believe that the little boy who was allowed to sell to the Floods chickens and eggs may be the one who became the Legal Representative of CEPAC, the late Pastor Jean Ruhigita Ndagora. He died on 18 October 1993 in the town of Bukavu, the headquarters of the South Kivu, but he was buried in Kiliba village. I grew up the church environment of Kasenga, went to primary school there, and the secondary school in Kiliba. I was exposed to the gospel when in secondary school where I believed in Jesus Christ as my Saviour. My first job of teaching started at the primary school where I attended myself and I was a Sunday school teacher in the same church. I am now serving the Lord in a Baptist Church. But I will always thank God who allowed those missionaries coming from Sweden to reach the heart of Africa and bring us the light of the gospel. The death of Svea Flood in Ndolera was not vain. We are the fruits of the labor of the Swedish Mission board and of the missionaries who obeyed to the God’s command of ARISE & GO (Jonah 1:2). From Kasenga Uvira, the gospel went to Lemera (Ndolera), to Bukavu where Sweden worked with Norvegian missionaries, to Burundi (Bujumbura & Makamba) and the Tabora (Tanzania).
    We will forever be grateful.


    1. Oh, thank you for your wonderful story. Isn’t it marvelous how filled with grace and mercy and truth our Savior is? Thank you. May God’s blessing continue upon you and your family for generations to come.


  2. I can not stop thanking God for this story; now i live in sweden but i am from ndolera and i have been to the first missionary grave we love everything you have done for us. The church that starred with your help is called 8cepac and has perhaps more than two million followers today. our God is great

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