Open Letter

My views of what is missionary duty are not so contracted as those whose ideal is a dumpy sort of man with a Bible under his arm.

I read the whole Bible through four times whilst I was in Manyuema. . . . The Bible gathers wonderful interest from the circumstances in which it is read.

I am a missionary, heart and soul. God had an only Son, and He was a missionary and a physician. A poor, poor imitation I am or wish to be. In this service I hope to live, in it I wish to die.

I never made a sacrifice. Of this we ought not to talk when we remember the great sacrifice which He made who left His Father's throne on high to give Himself for us.

Some of the brethren do not hesitate to tell the natives that my object is to obtain the applause of men. This bothers me, for I sometimes suspect my own motives. On the other hand I am conscious that though there is much impurity in my motives, they are in the main for the glory of Him to whom I have dedicated my all.

We have neither sugar nor salt; it is hard fare and scanty. In the evening I shot a full-grown male nsevula. I felt very thankful to the Giver of all good for this meat.

I think I am in the line of duty ... I have never wavered in my conviction that this is the case.

The day of Africa is yet to come.

A life of selfishness is one of misery. Be manly Christians and never do a mean thing. Depend upon it, a kind word or deed is never lost.

All will come right at last.