No retreat

We had an internet outage here this evening (with further issues a concern), so this is brief:

From a sermon by Richard Jordan:

A young man graduated from Yale. He was raised in a wealthy home, had an industrious father and was expected to go into the family business and be a success and a power broker.

This was back in the late 1800s when our country was growing westward. The great building of America. This man was destined to be right at the peak of that.

Along the way, though, he got saved. There was a day when you could get saved going to Yale. After he got saved, he got in with some Believers and the mission field began to tug at his heart.

He felt a call and a desire, a passion, to go to China and take the gospel there. This disappointed his family greatly. His parents were ready to disown him.

He boarded the ship and said goodbye to his loved ones on the banks of New York in Manhattan. He got on the boat and began to sail across the Atlantic. Before he ever reached China, though, he succumbed and died due to a shipboard disease.

When his possessions were sent back home, his family went through his stuff and found a little notebook where he kept a journal. In that journal he had a statement at the top of one of the pages that said, “My Motto”. By the way, he had given away all of his wealth.

He had written as his motto: “No reserves, no retreat, no regrets.”