The Man who was Called Dead

“She speaks of her brother, who always bore a character the reverse of Christian, that he speaks now of better things, unworldly things, and we are all so glad. He went through the Ber War, and many were his marvelous escapes, yet no sign of a change. But I think the battle of Mons aroused him to a sense of his condition before God. He was blown out of the trench and his rifle smashed to pieces. Descending on his head, he was thus rendered unconscious and put down amongst the dead. He partly recovered consciousness, but was unable to move, and heard his name called—dead. One of the others saw him move his foot, and told the officer, who said, ‘Take him to the rear; he won’t last long!’ But he recovered, and after a few months in a hospital at Marseilles he wrote in his jocose way: ‘They are putting me together to send me home.’ What a trophy of the mercy of God! I have not seen him, but I have seen his wife, and dear little son of six years, and he desires her to bring him up rightly.”