The Unnamed Man

He died no money, no name, no wife or kids. In a foreign land known by many well known by few. He was renowned in the land of prior, the land of his mom and dad and of their mom and dad. First in his class, he was fresh out of college and about to start his doctor's practice. With a wealthy family background, he inherited much, future bright, and of much interest of the young dazzling damsel. In a dramatic shift of focus of interest, he left it all. Many run from bad surroundings in hope to find a better one, but for this man, he left the good one to settle with the less than. For the groanings of love beckoned him what only could be true gain. On the latter, what

Fresh snow after a North Korean fellowship group gathering

Land barren, land broken. Streets full of cries were of the norm. The persecution of foreigners was fierce, to the man of no name with the agenda from his commission would be unbearable to all except to the one called. Food was bland, money was scarce, and jobs permeated with evil and deception.

Summer of 1778 it was. Not like today, where family was only a call away. He arrived with two things a box of books and his own casket. He knew his overseas transit would end to the grave. There was 1 ship every year that would make the trip from United States. Not many wanted business with such a country. He wrote with consistent ambition and plead that there was great need. With much hunger in the new land and not many to serve, yet still his hunger drove him on. The man started off young with energy and enthusiasm and ended his years with vigor and virtue. He knew at the age of 87 it was now his turn to leave. A few loved ones near his bed, were troubled about the time to come without their leader how would they continue the mission to the sum. He knew he was as good as dead. He spoke to them with power and boldness, not to succumb to the world's fears.

Marks of sorrow and sadness for many, but victory for this one. For he was faithful and endured to the end. Buried with name unmentioned. On the stone they wrote, "A Neybor to All." But still, even now, the story goes on. The enduring eternal truths of the story he told over and over led to exchange the heart of stone for a heart of flesh to the nation. To those of similar call, still are committed to the labor of love.

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--- Dedicated to the early missionaries who endured under great persecutions and sacrificed much. Without resources, communication devices to call family, former comforts of their home country, and answered a call to serve to they were buried in foreign soil. Our calling is the same of being called to spread the Gospel, the Jewish man, our Lord, our Savior, Jesus the Christ of Nazareth to all creation.

In honor of the early missionary