Adoniram Judson
I want to begin with a little story about someone you may have heard of before. His name is Adoniram Judson.
He was a pioneering American missionary, and he entered the land of Burma in July of 1813.
At that time, Burma was a hostile and an utterly, utterly unreached place. Almost completely Buddhist and animist, in today’s culture, by today’s standards, the Burma of 1813 would most definitely have been considered a closed country.
In fact, most people encouraged Judson not to go to Burma; “Go work with William Carey in India maybe, but not Burma.”
It had a despot of a monarch who ruled his kingdom with torture and mass executions; the country was filled with anarchy, there was civil war and threats from within, there were raids and attacks from without, and there was ZERO religious tolerance.
Previous missionaries to Burma had either died or they had left. It was a land of no Bibles, no preachers, and no common conveniences. This was the Burma that Judson set foot in, in 1813.
At 24 years old — at JUST 24 years old, with his wife Ann, (they had been married one year; she was 23) they set sail for that land. And for the next 38 years, Judson gave his LIFE to establish a Gospel beachhead in that dark land until his death at the age of 61.
And in all of that time, he only came back to New England once, and that only happened after 33 YEARS of service.
But he gave away his life in this way because as a young man he became convinced that, “Asia, with its idolatrous myriads, is the most important field in the world for missionary effort.”
Or as his wife Ann recorded it, young Adoniram was “deeply impressed with the importance of making SOME attempt to rescue the perishing millions of the East.”
If you know anything about his life, even just a little bit, you know that the price Judson paid to take take the Gospel to Burma, that sacrifice was immense.
Consider just a few agonies:
* aboard the ship that was taking them from India to Burma; his first child, was stillborn
* spent nearly 12 hours a day FOR THREE YEARS just to learn to speak the language;
* significant isolation from any Europeans or Americans, especially in the early years;
* their second child, Roger, died when he was only 8 months old;
* slow growth in the church with both Judson and his fledgling converts at risk of endangerment and death by the Burmese government;
* during the war between Britain and Burma, Adoniram spent nearly 20 months in brutal imprisonment at the notorious “death-prison” in Ava, all under false pretense (they thought he was a spy); iron shackles, left in his own filth, not allowed to wash, fraught with sickness and hunger, each night being hung by his feet from the ceiling with just his head and shoulders touching the ground. And he was kept alive during this time by his precious, Ann, who basically lived in a hut outside the prison, nursing their third child and sick with fever herself, she risked her own life and well-being to bring him food and what comfort and encouragement she could while constantly begging any government official who would listen to release him.
* And shortly after his release? Ann Hasseltine Judson–courageous, faithful, precious Ann—the joy and rejoicing of Judson’s heart—Ann died, finally succumbing to the fever that had ravaged her weak body for the months prior. (likely cerebral meningitis) She was just 37.
* And then, just six-months later, his third child, Maria, died;
* Four months later he got word that his beloved father had died back in New England;
* 10 years later Judson remarried, Sarah Boardman; they had 8 children together; but only five made it to adulthood; And just 10 years later, Sarah herself got sick and died.