The vision of the kingdom, the call of Christ to labor and suffer with him, has overtones of a great and noble crusade—yet we must each of us translate that vision and retain that spirit in the routine, humdrum events of every day, even days in a prison camp. It would be easy, we think to ourselves, to be constantly on fire with that vision if we could be a Francis Xavier or a Richard the Lion-hearted, converting the Indies or scaling the walls of Jerusalem, sword in hand, caught up in the tumult of battle to win some great victory.
