Sadhu Sundar Singh was an awesome man of God in
“Sundar, coming to the Tibetan town
This preacher had once been chief secretary to the lama of the town but, owing to the witness of a Christian missionary, had declared himself a follower of Christ. His first was made to his own master, the fanatical, ignorant Buddhist lama. Within a few days he was sentenced, before the walls of the lamasery, to a pitiless death. Sewn into a wet yak skin and flung into the scorching sunshine, he was left to be crushed to death as the skin contracted. When he did not die quickly enough red hot skewers were thrust through the skin into his body and he was later withdrawn from the skin and dragged through the streets to the refuse heaps outside. Excruciating tortures were inflicted on him, and when he was finally dropped onto the dunghills his breathless body fell awkwardly and awry. As the crowds left the vultures began to gather.
The mutilated victim was not dead, though after this treatment he should have died of exposure; or septic poisoning or starvation in the days that followed. Instead, he crawled back from the doors of death, and returned constantly to the village to preach.
When Sundar asked this astonishing man what had won him for Christ, the preacher’s reply was that is was the witness of another martyr, done to death in this very same town and in an identical fashion. Within an hour or so the end the dying man asked for a moment’s freedom for his right hand. With excruciating pain, he rolled toward a little book which the crowd had left lying by his side. It was his New Testament. On the fly leaf, with writing materials given to him by an onlooker, the martyr had written his last message.
‘The life He gave me was what I gave to Him.’
discovered that this young missionary, whose witness had had such remarkable
results, was an Indian, a Sikh like himself from the
returned to the
He stretched out his gnarled hand and clutched at the Sadhu’s yellow robe. His fingers touched the sharp outline of the New Testament which Sundar always carried. His eyes filled with tears. ‘I believe in Jesus too,’ he whispered, choking over the words.”
Brothers and sisters, what does our faith cost us? What price are we willing to pay to be His witness? Remember His full cost of the cross and always be ready to live the life spent completely!!!
God Bless you all.
Source: The Story of Sadhu Sundar Singh, by Cyril J. Davey, Moody Press 1963