Editorial

The Scandinavian Children’s Mission is not an ordinary place of work; it is a calling and a way of living. I received the call to missionize down at the garbage dump in Manila when a young girl put her dying infant in my arms. She looked me deep in the eyes, pleadingly, and said: “Mr, help me”.

I was 26 years old and it was my first encounter with a dying child. I did everything I could to help the girl, but on the third day the child died. I broke down and wanted to go back home to Sweden, but at night I saw the girl’s pleading look and I heard her say again and again – ”Mr, help me”.

I decided to work for the Scandinavian Children’s Mission that my father had established, and from that day do everything in my power to make sure that this does not have to happen again.

To be the Mission President is a hard job and I am glad that I believe in God. If there is not an after-life, without poverty, grief, distress and battles, what could I offer as solace to all the people I meet who are in deep distress?

Bo Wallenberg,
President