But men who were called to earth's battlefields crucified their affections. In the last war, I saw rivers of tears as men left our country for the mud and blood of the battlefield. The risk was coolly calculated, for England was in peril. So, tears or no tears, heartache or no heartache, sacrifice slipped out of one's vocabulary. But some men who once missed years of home comfort to fight on earth's battlefields will not miss even one night's comfort now to pray for mission fields.
Today there is so much physical comfort for the pray-ers.
Not so for Master David Brainerd. The lone forest, buried in snow, saw him grief-stricken and brokenhearted over the lawless, immoral, drunken Indians. Prayer is battle. Prayer must have priority. Prayer must be our bolt to lock up the night, our key to open the day.