Two young Moravians heard of an island in the West Indies where an atheist British owner had 2,000 to 3,000 slaves. And the owner had said, "No preacher, no clergyman, will ever stay on this island. If he's shipwrecked, we'll keep him in a separate house until he has to leave. But, he's never going to talk to any of us about God. I'm through with all that nonsense." Three thousand slaves from the jungles of Africa brought to an island in the Mid-Atlantic and there to live and die without hearing of Christ. Two young Moravians heard about it. They sold themselves to the British planter and used the money they received from the sale to pay their passage out to his island, for he wouldn't even transport them. And as the ship left it's pier in the river in Hamburg and was going out into the North Sea carried with the tide, the Moravians had come from Herrnhut to see these two lads off, in their early twenties, never to return again. For, this wasn't a four year term. They had sold themselves into lifetime slavery, simply that as slaves they could be as Christians where these others were. The families were there weeping, for they knew they would never see them again. And they wondered why they were going and questioned the wisdom of it. And as the gap widened and the houses had been cast off and were being curled up there on the pier, and the young boys saw the widening gap, one lad with his arm linked to the arm of his fellow raised his hand and shouted across the gap the last words that were heard from them. They were these. "May the Lamb that was slain receive the reward of His suffering." This became the call of Moravian missions. This is the only reason for being: that the Lamb that was slain may receive the reward of His suffering.