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Show by coming into the fold. He also was sweet and submissive over the translation of the little son. Six months after the baby's death, this bereaved little Christian mother, led a mother's meeting admirably. At one Chinese New Year, Mr. Tong seemed to hear an inner whisper, "Go home and tell thy friends how great things the Lord hath done for thee, and hath had compassion on thee." His whole soul went out in a consecrated effort for neighbors and friends, both in their own homes, and in the chapel at Tehchow. After completing his work in Peking, he was employed in the Pang Chuang hospital as evangelist. The needy ones there soon found that meant teacher, friend, and brother. His long boat journey home from school showed his heart preparation for such a life work. His cartridge belt was full, and his Gospel gun always loaded and cocked. For thirty-four years the missionary on that boat had been traveling up and down the canal. Often it took constant pressure to induce timid or cold-hearted Chinese companions to use the precious opportunity at each stop, to get off and preach on the bank. With dear Mr. Tong one had only to •how him which way to aim that waiting Gospel gun. He was always '' at attention.'' "Teacher Mother," he would say eagerly, "is there any one on the bank here?" Perhaps the answer was, "Yes, Elder Born, three men." Hugging his enormous book he would at once climb around on to the little deck. In no time a crowd would collect, to see the man with '' eyes in his fingers.'' He would read, and then explain about his old bad life, and the blindness, and the new Light that shone clear through that very darkness, and irradiated his soul. Would they too not come to this Jesus, the Light of the World ? 13 |
