*Entry submitted and written by Ian Wilson

On this day in 1781, Henry Martyn was born in Cornwell, England.

His parents, wanting to give their son a good education, sent him to Cambridge University.  There, in the October term of 1802, as he was preparing to go to the bar, he heard Pastor Charles Simeon give a lecture. Charles Simeon spoke of all the good that had been done in India by a missionary by the name of William Carey.

Soon after this, Martyn would the read the life of David Brainerd, a missionary to Native Americans. After a encountering the message of what William Carey was able to do in India and reading the Life of David Brainerd, Henry Martyn resolved to become a missionary himself.

Henry Martyn arrived in India in 1806 and during his time there, Martyn was able to quickly learn to worship and lead services in the local language, and even established schools. Translation of the Holy Scriptures would become a big part of Henry Martyn’s ministry. God used Henry early on in India to revise the Hindustani New Testament, then to translate the entire New Testament into Urdu. He would also go to translate the New Testament into Persian twice, and the Psalms into Persian. Just a quick look at Henry Martyn’s life one must come to the conclusion that he understood Romans 10:17, that “faith cometh by hearing and hearing by the word of God”, and that he gave himself to the task of getting the scriptures into their language so that they could hear and respond to the gospel.

On his final voyage, Martyn would become very ill with a high fever. On his way back to Britain in 1812 to regain his strength he would die. He was heard to say, “let me burn out for God”, a great proof of Henry Martyn’s strong zeal for things of God.


On this day in 1812, Ann Judson wrote a farewell letter to her mother.  She was aboard the ship, the Caravan, prepared to set sail the next day with her husband, Adoniram.  Their destination was India.

That night, before she went to bed, Ann picked up a pen and wrote:

Here am I, my dear mother, on board the brig Caravan in a neat little cabin.… I have at length taken leave of the land of my forefathers and entered the vessel which will be my place of residence till I reach the desired haven. Think not, my dear mother, that we are now sitting in silent sorrow, strangers to peace. O, no; though the idea that I have left you, to see you no more, is painful indeed, yet I think I can say that I have found the grace of my Redeemer sufficient for me—his strength has been made perfect in my weakness. We have been engaged in singing this evening, and can you believe me when I tell you that I never engaged in this delightful part of worship with greater pleasure?

I never shall repay you, my dear mother, for all the kindness and love you have shown me thus far in life. Accept my sincere thanks for every favor, and O, forgive me for so often causing you pain and anxiety. May the Almighty reward you a hundred-fold for your kindness to me. And now, my dear mother, what more shall I say but ask you to pray for me and engage other Christians to do the same.… It is late—I must retire dear mother, adieu.”


Ann of Ava By:E.D. Hubbard

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