I do not remember any other who expressed his suffering as much as D.B., in his embracement of His Cross and awareness of his weakness.
It would be almost depressing to me, as he goes on and on about failure and hardship..[ TB killed him painfully], and unworthiness as he trudged along to the Indian camps....if I did not to some degree experience the same.
"We had the sentence of death within ourselves, so that we would not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead!"
"This illness, generally considered to be tuberculosis, had begun to affect him at Yale, but worsened when he entered the mission field.
In his final years, he also suffered from a form of depression that was sometimes immobilising and which, on at least twenty-two occasions, led him to wish for death. He was also affected by difficulties faced by other missionaries of the period, such as loneliness and lack of food."...wiki
He became a model for us all, and chose Jesus over his life, no matter the cost, and therefore, was the model of a successful life.
"In May 1747, he was diagnosed with incurable consumption; in these final months, he suffered greatly. In his diary entry for 24 September, Brainerd wrote:
'In the greatest distress that ever I endured having an uncommon kind of hiccough; which either strangled me or threw me into a straining to vomit'.
During this time, he was nursed by Jerusha Edwards, Jonathan's seventeen-year-old daughter. The friendship that grew between them was of a kind that has led some to suggest they were romantically attached.
He died from tuberculosis on 9 October 1747, at the age of 29. He is buried at Bridge Street Cemetery in Northampton, next to Jerusha, who died in February 1748 as a result of contracting tuberculosis from nursing Brainerd. His gravestone reads:
Sacred to the memory of the Rev. David Brainerd.
A faithful and laborious missionary to the Stockbridge, Delaware and Sasquehanna TRIBES OF INDIANS WHO died in this town.............
3 and 1/2 years was all he had, and his testimony shook the world as to what Christian devotion really is. Comparing my life to his brings guilt upon me, though I accept mercy.