REPORT (cont.) size of your bedroom. They sleep in shifts, eat in shifts, are bom and die in shifts. The government has been doing a remarkable job in recent days in building resettlement structures; large ten to twenty story buildings where these poor squatters can go. Just the week before we got to Hong Kong, one entire hillside was burned completely, and the squatters, many of them, killed. Missionary activity has a real and vital part of the Hong Kong resettlement buildings with the well known rooftop work. Then we saw orphans, hundreds of them. Happy, smiling, hopeful or phans. They are the most fortunate children in the Orient. They, at least, have a chance. Our hearts were touched to visit the Haven of Hope TB Sani tarium, located less than a mile from the place known as Smuggler’s Cove where throughout the night, narcotics and opium are smuggled by bandits from Red China . . . later to make its way to America and the rest of the world. Time fails us to talk of the other places in Hong Kong which we were privileged to visit. The work at Aber deen among the people who live on the some 3,000 junks there. With no sani tation, these people are born, live and die right on these boats. How do they exist? One wonders if they actually do. But as so many will say, “Life here is so much better at its worst, than the best we ever had back home.” Meanwhile, in this report today on Hong Kong, I trust that you will put down on your prayer list if you have one, and if you do not, that you will make note of it somewhere near your Bible, to pray for the people and for the missionaries in Hong Kong giving forth the Gospel of Christ. Being some 7,000 miles away, it is difficult to realize the pressures of nationalism and Communism, but once on the field, one can see the turmoil and tension, the chaos and confusion, so that the entire Orient could go in one fell swoop. Our American dollars have not been able
"Looking for the Sunrise" I'm not looking for the sunset As the swift years come and go; I am looking for the sunrise, And the golden morning glow. Where the light of heaven's glory Will break forth upon my sight, In the land that knows no sunset, Nor the darkness of the night. I'm not going down the pathway Toward the setting of the sun, Where the shadows ever deepen When the day at last is done; I am walking up the hillside Where the sunshine lights the way, To the glory of the sunrise Of God's never-ending day. I'm not going down, but upward, And the path is never dim, For the day grows ever brighter As I journey on with Him. So my eyes are on the hilltops, Waiting for the sun to rise, Waiting for His invitation To the home beyond the skies. — Albert Simpson Reitz •k 1e h "The crosses we fear are heavier than the crosses we bear." ★ * ★ "The trouble with little sins is that they do not stay little." * ''Where you stand on certain politi cal issues is not as important as where you stand in looking to eternity." 1t 1e 1c "Why not hunt for the good points in the other fellow— it may be that he is having to do the same with you!" to buy us friends. With all the money we have poured into the Orient, it has not gotten us the friends that we have so desperately wanted, because money will not buy freedom or friendship. It must come through dedicated lives . . . as men and women in these areas see that Christianity is real . . . this I earnestly believe is the only hope for America, for the Orient . . . for the world. 26 * *
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