King's Business - 1947-01

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J. BrasWamp Christina

This is the story of Miss fVang of China, a Bible woman evangelist.

and refused to see her, but as she had already entered the yard I went out to receive her. I told her my difficulties. She said, “You ask God for guidance, and what He tells you to do, do it. Don’t fear.” After much prayerful considera­ tion, I decided to run away and seek my missionary friend at Hangchow. Then came my struggle with Satan. How could f leave my father and mother, and what about my reputa­ tion? The fight was hard. God strengthened me through His Word and gave me courage to overcome obstacles. I removed all jewels and expen­ sive clothing, taking only money sufficient for the railroad fare. With my Bible I ventured forth. I wrote a letter, leaving it in my room, stat­ ing my destination. To my disap­ pointment, my mother was up next morning as soon as I. How to evade her I did not know. If I put on my skirt, my mother would know I was going out, as that is worn only when one is dressed for the public. So I decided to put my skirt with my Bible, leave the house, and dress at the back door. To my distress, I met one of the servant wopien at the back door. She proved to be God’s messenger for me, for without her I could not have escaped. She was responsible for my movements, so I told her my plans. I said: “You know I am not allowed to worship here; I am going out to worship my God.” She as­ sented to my plans without remon­ strance, opened the back door, and to my consternation, three soldiers stood on guard. She told one of them to accompany me as I was going to worship. He took me to the station, bought my ticket, and put me on the train. I reached my missionary friend’s home to find I had been missed. A telegram had come from father and the next train brought a servant woman to take me home. I returned

with her. My home reception was cold, and stormy indeed were the words used. Finally, my father said: “Tell us, what is the trouble? What are you trying to do? Even my reputation as an official you are ruining. People will say, when I can’t manage one small girl, how can I manage an army.” I showed him my Bible, saying, “I want to study this Book, and to do this I must go to Nanking.” But I was again imprisoned. “Man’s extremity is God’s oppor­ tunity." I gave myself to prayer. I remembered fasting was also in­ cluded in prayer, so I began to fast. When my parents saw me fasting, they thought I was attempting sui­ cide, so finally agreed to my enter­ ing the Women’s Bible School at Nanking. A soldier and servant wo­ man were to accompany me. As I departed, all came to see me off. My mother said: “Remember, you have no home, no father or mother, you can never return. If you come back, we will break your legs.” I wrote regularly to them, but not once did they reply. At the end of the term when other girls were pre­ paring to return home, I decided to go too. I said to myself: “Jf they cripple me, I will be crippled.” No one welcomed me. Even the serv­ ants were allowed to curse me, but I was not beaten or abused. When I had completed the course, and was ready to graduate, I re­ ceived a letter from my father de­ manding my return home—that I was too young and could not be an evangelist, roaming about the country. I knew that meant im­ prisonment and no church privileges, so I refused to return. As I was dis­ cussing with myself what to do, I received a letter from Hangchow ask­ ing me to help with an evangelistic movement. I went to Shanghai to make con­ nection for Sangchow, which meant passing my home at Kahsing. As T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S

HEN I was about fourteen, the desire came into my heart to study. I had been taught at home, but I wanted to really enter a school. My father was a military official at Hangchow, so I could not go as a day pupil, for every time I went out I had to ride in a chair and have an escort. Since the gov­ ernment schools do not receive boarders, it had to be a Christian school. My mother was a devout Bud­ dhist. She had a small temple. in our home and worshiped at the idol’s shrine many times daily. She consented to my going if I would promise not to become con­ taminated with the foreigner’s re­ ligion. This I could easily do, for at that time I knew nothing of Christianity. After a term in the Christian school, I became convinced that the Gospel was true, though I had not yet been baptized. I returned home and refused to kow-tow to ancestral tablets and to images. This produced great con­ sternation in my family. My mother censured me and fa­ ther blamed my mother for having sent me to a Christian school. They made me a prisoner in my own home. I was not permitted to attend school, or church, or allowed to see a Christian. But my Bible was left in my possession. Truly this was God’s providence. I read it from cover to cover. It was my daily food. In praying for guidance, and read­ ing, I came upon the text in Acts, sixth chapter, “We will give our­ selves to prayer, and to the ministry of the word.’’ As I read this I received a message in my heart that God was calling me to be an evangelist. I wrote to a pastor in the city and asked him to pray for me. He gave my letter to a missionary lady, who had the courage to call at the ya- men. My mother was very angry P*gc 10

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