The eldest son of a widowed mother went out to missionary work in Western Africa. In a short time he filled a missionary’s grave. There was another son left at home … by my brother’s grave. I will preach to my brother’s people. …In a short time, he too found a resting place in a missionary’s grave, there next to his brother.
Mother crying. “Oh”, she said, “You don’t understand my grief. I am not mourning because two of my sons have filled a missionary’s grave in Africa. I grieve because I don’t have a third son to die in the same cause.” (The Biblical Illustrator, Mark, By. Joseph S. Excell. Baker, Grand Rapids. MI) 511-12.