Thursday, July 27, 2017


Margaret Sangster Phippen wrote that in the mid-1950s her father, British preacher and writer, W.E. Sangster, began to notice some uneasiness in his throat and a dragging in his legs. His doctor diagnosed an incurable disease that caused progressive muscular atrophy. Sangster threw himself into his work in British home missions, figuring he could still write and he would have even more time for prayer. “Let me stay in the struggle, Lord,” he pleaded. He wrote articles and books, and helped organize prayer cells throughout England. “I’m only in the kindergarten of suffering,” he told people who pitied him.

Gradually Sangster’s legs and voice failed him completely, but he could still hold a pen, though shakily. On Easter morning, just a few weeks before he died, he wrote a letter to his daughter. In it he said, “It is terrible to wake up on Easter morning and have no voice with which to shout, ‘He is risen!’ but it would be still more terrible to have a voice and not want to shout!