In Africa, Albert worked long hours curing many people of injuries and sickness and sharing the Gospel as he worked. Years later, the tribes of South Africa were at war. Each side was well equipped. Albert was serving in a tent hospital on one side. The opposite side was making a charge to try and take the village.
Albert suddenly felt convicted to try to tell the Good News of Jesus to the approaching army. He ran into the middle the plain between the soldiers and the village and shouted, "Jesus died to save you. Accept him and he will be with you."
The army continued to run forward. Just as Albert was about to yell the message a second time, he saw Anna. She was standing between himself and the approaching soldiers. How had she gotten here? What was she doing? She was going to be killed! Questions raced through his mind as he ran to help her. She turned to him and then disappeared. It had been an apparition. Albert stood there, forlorn. He did not hear the men shouting, did not see the approaching army, did not see the shining blade flying through the air. The blade made its mark and Albert fell to the ground. He lay there a minute thinking of Anna, her smiling face. Then he closed his eyes and Albert was no more.
Anna got a message saying that Albert was dead. She was grief-stricken but made up her mind to go to Africa to see the grave. The boat trip was a long and sad one. Anna knew that no pleasure awaited her, only Albert's final resting place.
At the port in South Africa, she stepped off the boat and walked bravely down the road.Once she was settled in a room, she asked where the cemetery was. When she got there, it was eerily quiet. Suddenly in the comer of the cemetery, Anna heard crying. A young warrior was sitting in front of a gravestone. It was Albert's grave. The boy had been brought to Christ through Albert. Anna smiled. Albert's death had not been in vain.
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