“Jesus said, ‘Your brother will get up from the grave.’

“Martha said, ’I know that he will get up from the grave in the resurrection at the last day when all the dead shall come out of their graves.’

“Jesus said to her, ’I am the resurrection and the life.  He who believes in me, even though he dies, he will live.  Whoever lives and believes in me shall never die.’”

“Did the brother get up from the grave?”

“Yes, Jesus went to the grave and said, ‘Lazarus, come out,’ and Lazarus did.  But, Ekpo, later Lazarus died again.  Then his body stayed in the grave, but his soul was with God.  He was happy.  All Christians are happy with God.  Your son was a Christian, wasn’t he?”

“Oh, yes, Ma, he was,” said Ekpo’s wife, who had come to the door while Mary was talking.

“Then don’t you see, God has taken him.  He is with God.  He is happy.  If you believe in Jesus, then some day you, too, will be with God and will see your son again.”

“Well,” said Ekpo, “if God has taken him, it is not so bad.”

“Come, then,” said Mary, “let’s go to God’s house and thank Him that your son was a Christian and is now with God in Heaven.”

Mary knew there was a great deal to do.  There were so many people who did not know about Jesus.  There were so many who were terribly mean and cruel.  But Mary knew that with the Lord on her side she would not lose in the fight against sin and wickedness.  Every day she would tell the natives about Jesus.  Every day she would show them their sins and the Saviour.

For three years Mary worked hard.  Then she became sick.  It was the terrible coast fever.  Sometimes she was so sick, she did not know what was happening.  She was very tired.  She wished that she could see her mother and sisters.

“Calabar needs a brave heart and a strong body,” said Mary.  “I don’t have much of a brave heart, but I often feel the need of it when I am sick and lonely.”

“Mary, you must go home to Scotland and rest,” said Mammy Anderson, “then you will get well from the fever.  You will never get well here.”

“That’s true, Mammy,” said Mary, “but you know that I cannot leave my field of work was until the Board of Missions says I may.”

“That’s right, but you have a furlough coming.  I do hope we hear from the Board soon.”

In June, 1879, the letter came.  Mary read it gladly.  It told her that she could come home for a year’s vacation.  It did not take Mary long to pack.  She left for Scotland on the next steamer.  There were tears in her eyes as she stood on the deck.  There on the shore were her black friends waving good-by to their white ma.  They were crying, too.

“Come back again!  Come back again!  God bless you and keep you!” they said.

Mary waved to them.

“I will be back,” she said.  Mary loved Africa.  She loved the people there, but she knew if she wanted to get well she would have to go home.  Then, too, she was anxious to see her mother and sisters again.