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Show closing the year with a large deficit, in spite of the generous contributions of so many of you. But even with all the strain, the difficulties and the sadness, we are grateful to be able to offer to these suffering people some little comfort and relief in the midst of their despair and hopelessness. We are glad we have a Story to tell of Love that overrules all and is the solution of every problem. It is such joy to bring surcease of pain to the kiddies, as we did to little Tiger. His village was swept away in the flood and he and his father, mother, and little sister were brought into a municipal refugee camp in Lintsing, a strange cold place to him. He had only summer clothes, his cloth shoes soon wore out, and as winter came on he grew colder and colder. The one bowl of hot gruel a day staid his hunger for a few hours but he cried himself to sleep every night. Every morning he awoke to cry, "Mama, why can't we go home where it is warm and we can have mou mou (steamed wheat bread) and kuo tze (fried twisted cakes)? Mama, let's go home!" He grew thinner and thinner and his face and feet and lastly his abdomen began to swell. He couldn't get up to play with the children - 11 - |