He had no doubt that as he prayed God would provide the workers and the funds. But could he trust God to sustain him as their leader? He was troubled and torn for months. A friend who was concerned invited him to Brighton on the south coast of England for a weekend break. After worship on Sunday morning he was “unable to bear the sight of a congregation of a thousand or more Christian people rejoicing in their own security while millions were perishing for lack of knowledge.”2 He wrote, “I wandered out on the sands alone, in great spiritual agony.”
