The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1912-12-11

thought at first that | couldn't come.
Chung Eng couldn't get men, but my
men came. We came across the SANDS
where the tide was out and | pulled
off my shoes and stockings and
walked. 1t was SO hard for the men
to carry No women yet, but | hope
we may have some after a little. II
not, I'll go out and find them. There
is such a difference in the different
places-in the way in which people
take hold of things and the welcome
which one receives.
September 10Th. This letter is GER
tainly a long drawn out one as to
time, at least. We have finished our
meeting at Tgun Sen and Immediately
after breakfast will go to Ngu Gang
to begin our next meeting. Nnu Gang
is only about two miles from here.
The women have never had a meet
ing and I want to spend three days
there. We are going to stay here and
come back at night, as this is better
-dn 9IllU eAeQ 7M doeIs o. o2sId
stairs room with excellent air. Our
meeting here has been somewhat in
terrupted because of the weather.
Monday night we had very severe
typhoon About midnight l found the
roof simply pouring water down on
my bed, so l took refuge with Chung
Eng as the roof over her bed was still
intact. Before long her side began
to leak too, so We got up, dressed
and went down into the church, which
was dry, and sat up the rest of the
night. The next day 1t ralned nara
all day so we could not have any serv-
ices, but yesterday was fair and we
had a good company of women, and
we worked them hard for at least
eight hours. Last night when we met
for the evening services l said some
thing to the effect that those who
had. come early would get more and
one woman said, Eve only have two
or three hours left now. We will have
to stop some time after nine." AS a
matter of fact it was almost ten when
they all got away There were a num-
Der of non-christians present. Chung
Eng took the pictures on the life OF
Christ and talked about them, and
how they did listen! Between the pic
lures we kept singing choruses. Jesus
loves me-" Il have a Savior who's
mighty to keep" Jesus died for me,
glory to His name" Once after. we
had finished singing ".esus loves me-"
one woman sitting at my side said,
"Does He love me-" l assured her
that He did and she turned to the wo-
man at her side and said, ''If He loves
me I'll | lost the rest of her SEN
tence. l learned afterwards that she
had been a christian, but had grown
cold. She was visiting in Ngren Sen.
was so glad she was there. The
audience commented freely on the pic
lures when Chung Eng turned to Jesus
blessing little children. One woman
said, "See how Jesus loves the chill
dren; that is why the missionary loves
them so; she is following the example
of Christ" Somehow it made happy
spot in my heart that they had
thought the matter through and put
the two things together. Chung Eng
did so we'll. She is excellent help in
meetings. After she finished | asked
the pastor to talk to the women. He
gave a good talk. He spent so much
time on Adam and Eve l thought he
never would get to Christ, but he did
finally. It is strange how much some
people think it necessary to dilute the
gospel message. remember sermons
I have heard at home with forty min
ute introduction to five minute
message or about that proportion
Time is too precious here as the Chi
nese say, can inch of time is an inch
of gold; an inch of gold can hardly
guy du luCIl VI lluc. AS piODACiu
is how to crowd the greatest possible
amount of truth into the short time
given and the text is Jesus, Jesus, al
ways Jesus; Jesus incarnate, going
about doing good; suffering, dying,
risen, assembled coming again. What
else could one want to talk about?
We are at Ngu Gang now. The
Church" is long, narrow room, mud
plastered and mud floored-the floor
after this rain only redeemed from
positive muddiness by being plenti-
fully sprinkled with sand. This is a
much harder place. The women seem
to be incased in impenetrable shell
of indifference and carelessness. Moth
ing short of miracle of grace can
break the shell, but one must expect
to see miracles in a work like this or
else give it up in dispair. No human
power is sufficient to cope with ire
mendOuS odds.
It is nearly bed time and | want to