Mr. Simpson
received the terrible message that day. His missionary son,
William, had built a small school on the Tibetan border where he
had been teaching God’s Word to children. William’s father lived
nearby and immediately rushed to the school after receiving the
news. As he looked around, the memories of his son’s ministry
flooded his mind.
William had
traveled four thousand miles a year on horseback to share the
gospel with the people of Tibet. Muslim fanatics had slaughtered
fifty thousand people in one Tibetan city, but even this did not
scare his son away.
William had
written,
“All the trials, the loneliness, the heartache, the
pain, the cold and fatigue of the long road, the discouragement
and all the bereavements, temptations, and testing seemed not
worthy to be compared with the glory and joy of witnessing these
‘glad tidings of great joy.’ ”
William’s father
walked slowly through the destroyed school and found his son’s
mangled body lying on the floor. He later learned that a horde
of Muslim army deserters had attacked the Christian school,
showing its founder no mercy.
As a missionary himself, Mr. Simpson was very proud of the
example of Christ William had been to others. Under his son’s
body was a piece of paper smeared with blood. He gently picked
it up and read the fitting words, “In Remembrance of Me.”
†
Jesus said, “Take, eat; this is My body
which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me.”
1 Cor. 11:24
