The Inner Life
THE HERALD OF THE NEW AGE | MARCH 1934
AFRAID? OF WHAT?
By E. H. Hamilton
THE MISSIONARY looked down the muzzle of the gun, and stood undaunted, while a little girl watched and wondered. The bandits wanted to test his courage. He didn’t flinch, and told them he was not afraid to die. Some time later the bandits shot and decapitated him, leaving the half-clad body where it fell.
So John W. Vinson made the supreme sacrifice for his faith, and ended his work for the Southern Presbyterian Mission at Haichow, Kiangsu Province, China.
The Chinese girl who saw Mr. Vinson before he was shot heard the bandits threatening with guns. “Are you afraid?” they asked. “No,” he answered, “I am not afraid. If you shoot me, I will go straight to Heaven. So I am not afraid if you kill me.”
Afraid? Of what?
To feel the spirit’s glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid—of that?
Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour’s face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from mounds of grace?
Afraid—of that?
Afraid? Of what?
A flash—a crash—a pierced heart;
Darkness—light—O Heaven’s art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid—of that?
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