Not the Gospel

I put my Van Gogh book down for a minute as I was upset with his parents, a pastor and his wife.  After they said he couldn't be an evangelist because he didn't have the capacity for it, he decided to be a missionary. When he chose to be a missionary, they lamented that he would be far away and a drain on his family financially. When he decided instead to be a pastor, they hesitantly told him that if he could dedicate the 8 years to school, they'd help him on his way, but privately they didn't feel he could make that commitment. When he was drained after less than a year of studying and decided instead that he could share the Gospel working alongside common laborers and teaching Sunday school, they lamented that he would do such a thing, as there was no money in it. After all they had invested in him financially, he was deciding to witness to people in a way in which he couldn't make a living.
I put the book down thinking, "How horrible that a pastor and his wife couldn't see the value in sharing the Gospel. What would Vincent's life have been like if they would've supported him? And even if he didn't continue in Bible teaching, how terrible that this pastor and his wife were anti-sharing the Gospel without financial reward."
I came downstairs and heard my mom on the phone with my aunt. These were my mom's words to her as I walked into the room:
"I've said, 'we don't want to lose our humanitarian spirit,' but we lose it as soon as it doesn't make sense financially. I've kept mine, but as a whole we've lost it."
I'm not sure what His exact words would be, but I keep thinking this would be a time when Jesus would say our name twice - always a sign of extreme love and admonishment. "Christians, Christians, how have you let it come to this? How are you so far from your name? From My Name? Return to the heart of My Gospel and share Me with the world."