A MISSIONARY being asked what it was that directed his thoughts toward the foreign field, answered: ―
“In coming home one night, driving across the vast prairie, I saw my little boy John hurrying to meet me. The grass was high on the prairie, and suddenly he dropped out of sight. I thought he was playing, and simply hiding from me, but he didn’t appear as I expected he would. Then the thought flashed across my mind, ‘There’s an old well there, and he has fallen in.’
“I hurried up to him, reached down into the well, and lifted him out; and as he looked up into my face, what do you think he said?
“Oh, papa, why didn’t you hurry?’
“These words never left me. They kept ringing into my ears until God put a new and deeper meaning into them, and bade me think of others who are lost, of souls without God and without hope in this world; and the message came to me as a message from the Heavenly Father, Go and work in my name;’ and then from that vast throng a pitiful pleading err rolled into my soul as I accepted God’s call.”
ANON.