The year 1934. Americans John and Betty Stam were serving as missionaries in China. One morning Betty was bathing her three-month-old daughter Helen Priscilla Stam when Tsingteh's city magistrate appeared. Communist forces were near, he warned, and urged the Stams to flee.
So John Stam went out to investigate the situation for himself. He received conflicting reports. Taking no chances, he arranged for Betty and the baby to be escorted away to safety if need be. But before the Stams could make their break, the Communists were inside the city. By little-known paths, they had streamed over the mountains behind government troops. Now gun shots sounded in the streets as looting began. The enemy beat on the Stams' own gate.
A faithful cook and maid at the mission station had stayed behind. The Stams knelt with them in prayer. But the invaders were pounding at the door. John opened it and spoke courteously to the four leaders who entered, asking them if they were hungry. Betty brought them tea and cakes. The courtesy meant nothing. They demanded all the money the Stams had, and John handed it over. As the men bound him, he pleaded for the safety of his wife and child. The Communists left Betty and Helen behind as they led John off to their headquarters.
Before long, they reappeared, demanding mother and child. The maid and cook pleaded to be allowed to accompany Betty.
"No," barked the captors, and threatened to shoot.
"It is better for you to stay here," Betty whispered. "If anything happens to us, look after the baby."
When we consecrate ourselves to God, we think we are making a great sacrifice, and doing lots for Him, when really we are only letting go some little, bitsie trinkets we have been grabbing, and when our hands are empty, He fills them full of His treasures. --Betty Stam |
Betty was led to her husband's side. Little Helen needed some things and John was allowed to return home under guard to fetch them. But everything had been stolen. That night John was allowed to write a letter to mission authorities. "My wife, baby and myself are today in the hands of the Communists in the city of Tsingteh. Their demand is twenty thousand dollars for our release. . . . We were too late. The Lord bless and guide you. As for us, may God be glorified, whether by life or by death."
Prisoners in the local jail were released to make room for the Stams. Frightened by rifle fire, the baby cried out. One of the Reds said, "Let's kill the baby. It is in our way." A bystander asked, "Why kill her? What harm has she done?"
"Are you a Christian?" shouted one of the guards.
The man said he was not; he was one of the prisoners just released.
"Will you die for this foreign baby?" they asked. As Betty hugged Helen to her chest, the man was hacked to pieces before her eyes.
Terror in the Streets
The next morning their captors led the Stams toward Miaosheo, twelve miles
distant. John carried little Helen, but Betty, who was not physically
strong, owing to a youthful bout with inflammatory rheumatitis was allowed
to ride a horse part of the way. Terror reigned in the streets of Miaosheo.
Under guard, the foreign family was hustled into the postmaster's shop.
"Where are you going?" asked the postmaster, who recognized
them from their previous visits to his town. "We do not know where
they are going, but we are going to heaven," answered John. He left
a letter with the postmaster. "I tried to persuade them to let my
wife and baby go back from Tsingteh with a letter to you, but they would
not let her. . . ."
That night the three were held in the house of a wealthy man who had fled.
They were guarded by soldiers. John was tied to a post all that cold night,
but Betty was allowed enough freedom to tend the baby. As it turned out,
she did more than that.
Execution
The next morning the young couple were led through town without the baby.
Their hands were tightly bound, and they were stripped of their outer
garments as if they were common criminals. John walked barefoot. He had
given his socks to Betty. The soldiers jeered and called the town’s
folk to come see the execution. The terrified people obeyed.
On the way to the execution, a medicine-seller, considered a lukewarm
Christian at best, stepped from the crowd and pleaded for the lives of
the two foreigners. The Reds angrily ordered him back. The man would not
be stilled. His house was searched, a Bible and hymnbook found, and he,
too was dragged away to die as a hated Christian.
John pleaded for the man’s life. The Red leader sharply ordered
him to kneel. As John was speaking softly, the Red leader swung his sword
through the missionary’s throat so that his head was severed from
his body. Betty did not scream. She quivered and fell bound beside her
husband’s body. As she knelt there, the same sword ended her life
with a single blow.
Betty
Betty Scott was born in the United States but reared in China as the daughter
of missionaries. She came to the United States and attended Wilson College
in Pennsylvania. Betty prepared to follow in her parents’ footsteps
and work in China or wherever else the Lord directed her.
But China it proved to be. At a prayer meeting for China, she met John
Stam and a friendship developed that ripened into love. Painfully they
recognized that marriage was not yet possible. “The China Inland
Mission has appealed for men, single men, to work in sections where it
would be impossible to take a woman until more settled work has commenced,”
wrote John. He committed the matter to the Lord, whose work, he felt,
must come before any human affection. At any rate, Betty would be leaving
for China before him, to work in an entirely different region, and so
they must be separated anyhow. As a matter of fact, John had not yet even
been accepted by the China Inland Mission whereas Betty had. They parted
after a long tender day, sharing their faith, picnicking, talking, and
praying.
Betty sailed while John continued his studies. On July 1, 1932, John,
too, was accepted for service in China. Now at least he could head toward
the same continent as Betty. He sailed for Shanghai.
Meanwhile, Betty found her plans thwarted. A senior missionary had been
captured by the Communists in the region where she was to have worked.
The mission directors decided to keep her in a temporary station, and
later ill-health brought her to Shanghai. Thus without any choice on her
part, she was in Shanghai when John landed in China. Immediately they
became engaged and a year later were married, long before they expected
it. In October, 1934 Helen Priscilla was born to them. What would become
of her now that her parents John and Betty were dead?
In the Hills
For two days, local Christians huddled in hiding in the hills around Miaosheo.
Among them was a Chinese evangelist named Mr. Lo. Through informants,
he learned that the Communists had captured two foreigners. At first he
did not realize that these were John and Betty Stam, with whom he had
worked, but as he received more details, he put two and two together.
As soon as government troops entered the valley and it was safe to venture
forth, Mr. Lo hurried to town. His questions met with silence. Everyone
was fearful that spies might report anyone who said too much.
An old woman whispered to Pastor Lo that there was a baby left behind. She nodded in the direction of the house where John and Betty had been chained their last night on earth. Pastor Lo hurried to the site and found room after room trashed by the bandits. Then he heard a muffled cry. Tucked by her mother in a little sleeping bag, Helen was warm and alive, although hungry after her two day fast.
The kindly pastor took the child in his arms and carried her to his
wife. With the help of a local Christian family, he wrapped the bodies
that still lay upon the hillside and placed them into coffins. To the
crowd that gathered he explained that the missionaries had only come to
tell them how they might find forgiveness of sin in Christ. Leaving others
to bury the dead, he hurried home. Somehow Helen had to be gotten to safety.
Pastor Lo's own son, a boy of four, was desperately ill -- semi-conscious
after days of exposure. Pastor Lo had to find a way to carry the children
a hundred miles through mountains infested by bandits and Communists.
Brave men were found willing to help bear the children to safety, but
there was no money to pay them for their efforts. Lo had been robbed of
everything he had.
From Beyond the Grave
But from beyond the grave, Betty provided. Tucked in Helen's sleeping
bag were a change of clothes and some diapers. Pinned between these articles
of clothing were two five dollar bills. It made the difference.
Placing the children in rice baskets slung from the two ends of a bamboo
pole, the group departed quietly, taking turns carrying the precious cargo
over their shoulders. Mrs. Lo was able to find Chinese mothers along the
way to nurse Helen. On foot, they came safely through their perils. Lo's
own boy recovered consciousness suddenly and sat up, singing a hymn.
Eight days after the Stams fell into Communist hands, another missionary in a nearby city heard a rap at his door. He opened it and a Chinese woman, stained with travel, entered the house, bearing a bundle in her arms. "This is all we have left," she said brokenly.
The missionary took the bundle and turned back the blanket to uncover the sleeping face of Helen Priscilla Stam. Many kind hands had labored to preserve the infant girl, but none kinder than Betty who had spared no effort for her baby even as she herself faced degradation and death.
Kathleen White has written an excellent and very readable biography John and Betty Stam, available from Bethany House Publishers (1988). She reports that Betty's alma mater, Wilson College in Pennsylvania, took over baby Helen's support and covered the costs of her college education. She added: "Helen is living in this country (USA) with her husband and family but does not wish her identity and whereabouts to be made known."
Resources:
- Huizenga, Lee S. John and Betty Stam; Martyrs. Zondervan, 1935.
- Pollock, John. Victims of the Long March and Other Stories. Waco, Texas.: Word Publishing, 1970.
- Taylor, Mrs. Howard. The Triumph of John and Betty Stam. China Inland Mission, 1935.
