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A touching story was told after our war, of a man who had traveled hundreds of miles, to one of our battlefields, to stand beside the grave of a soldier who had fallen on that field. He was seen kneeling at the grave, the tears streaming down his cheeks. The stone he had just erected told the story. On it was the name of the dead, and underneath, “He died for me.” The man who knelt there had been drafted. He had a sick wife and helpless little children, and this neighbour came and said, “You stay at home and I will go to the war for you.” He fought bravely and fell, and slept now in this grave. This long journey, this costly stone, these streaming tears told of the love and gratitude of the man for whom this neighbour had died.
That visitor at the grave lived because the soldier had died for him. We live and have hope, and are heirs of heaven and glory, because Jesus died for us. There is a wondrous motive for consecrated life in the realizing of the truth that we are Christ’s – redeemed by the giving of his life for us.