In February word came that Russell would be arriving from Manokwari. My excitement was without bounds, but why Manokwari, a village on the north coast of New Guinea? When the steamer eased into port at Macassar, I was nearly bursting with excitement. Positioned at the front of those gathered to greet disembarking passengers, I was totally dismayed when I saw a gaunt, wasted stranger with Walter Post.

The other missionaries recognized the slimmed-down Russell as the man they knew before his furlough. But where was the man I had married, the husband who had left for New Guinea? In just eighteen days on the trail and a few months of meager rations, he had lost more than sixty pounds!

We are world Christians. We put God's love for all people first. No race is superior to another; no government is more loved than another; no country dearer than another. We don't put our nation's economy before God's economy. He tells us to seek first His Kingdom. He will meet our needs. We are driven to action daily with the knowledge that three billion people do not know our Savior. Our passion in life, our unquenchable desire, is to take God's love to them.
No task is too small for us. All that limits us is our unwillingness to believe that God can enable us to do it.

Do you see, do you see all the people sinking down?
Don’t you care, don't you care?
Are you gonna let them drown?
How can you be so numb not to care if they come?
You close your eyes and pretend the job's done.