Every pioneer must learn that blood and sweat of our own are not in themselves payment enough to redeem souls. No souls are won without them, but they are not in themselves the payment.
Redemption is God's gift.
The glittering peaks of Everest look beautiful in a magazine, with it's dazzling snow crest and the blue, blue sky above. But the climber has to tuck that vision in his heart and climb on when there is no beauty visible, only the bitingly cold blast whipping against him, the slippery ice imperiling his foothold, and only canned food in his stomach.
From dreamy aspiration to laborious doing.
The pioneer has to come to the place where he is willing to go on without thrills. And the drumbeat of the Lord that calls to that monotonous plodding is also challenging prayer partners at home. Can you be faithful to go on interceding for these lost tribes without the thrill of glamorous reports?
I can best explain it by telling you a story from my first days in China. Fraser was taking me somewhere through narrow Chinese alleys at night. Little hovels lay in kindly muffled shadow on either side of the street, and through their poor cracks twinkled little lights. Mr. Fraser said to me,
"Miss Miller, never lose the glamor of your calling! I have been in China some twenty years but I still thrill all over when I tell myself, on nights like this, I am in China for Christ."
The glamor of comradeship with Him outweighs the toil and tears, the disappointments and frustrations, the sickening of hopes deferred, and steadies our life.
-Excerpt from 'Ascent to the Tribes' by Isobel Kuhn