100 years since…..My Great Uncle Harold was the black sheep of the family until he dramatically turned to Christ. When World War I was declared he was training to become a minister because he wanted to ‘spend his life telling others about the Lord.’ Reluctantly he joined up, and was digging a trench on the Somme when he was killed by an exploding shell. My brother and I found the exact spot and felt so sad when we thought of what a wonderfully useful life he could have had. Later we read a letter a comrade wrote to his mother saying that he had been an evangelist in the trenches right to the very day he died - and we realised it isn’t success and achievement that God looks for, just faithfulness.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 16:35:52 +0000
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