My Dear Children, 

                                Here are three missionary pictures all from a book* by Mrs. Howard Taylor, daughter‑in‑law of Hudson Taylor, founder of the China Inland Mission. The first is a memory‑picture of her own: the central figures are those of Hud­son Taylor himself, and of a bright, Chinese lad who “at one of the stations in Honan ‑ had been set free to accompany and help the veteran missionary and his family as they travelled in China a few Weeks before Hudson Taylor's death. More keenly than they realized had their family life been watched. After some weeks, the time for parting came. “The Lord be with you,” said Hudson Taylor, looking into the lad’s eager face. “I shall be waiting for you in heaven.”

 [* "The Call of China 's Great North West , or “Kansu and Beyond,” by Mrs. Howard Taylor, China Inland Mission .]

 “ ‘Waiting for you in heaven’ ‑ the words would not leave him. Within a fortnight the speaker had passed in to see the King, and the Honan lad, who had given his heart afresh to the Lord after that parting, longed as never before to live for eternity. It was the first step in the making of a missionary.”

 The scene shifts. The Honan lad is now a popular young doctor; flattering offers are being pressed upon him which promise wealth and influence. With children of his own to provide for, he is being insensibly drawn away from the missionary work in far‑oft needy Kansu to which he had heard God's call. “One night he was hurrying over a brief prayer, giving thanks for help and guidance through the day, when, all unexpectedly, a voice spoke in his heart. ‘Do not thank Me . . . Your way has not been of Me. ’ Startled, he realized that God was speaking. ‘All these years, what have you lacked? Has any good thing failed of all I promised? This going into official life ‑ is it what I called you for? Was it for wealth I called you, or to preach the Gospel?’ Deeply convicted, he remembered the consecration of early years, and realised how near he had come to missing God’s best. With contrition of heart he came back to the LORD, asking only to know His will, and before he rose from his knees the decision was made for Kansu .”

 Our last picture shows us another incident in the life of Dr. Rao, the former Honan lad, now a missionary Indeed. Travelling the road one day, “he noticed an elderly man in front of him who looked like a Buddist devotee. Quickening his pace, he dis­mounted and asked whether ‘the Venerable Grandfather’ would not like to ride.”  ‘Friendly intercourse followed; Kao enquired the traveller's occupation, and was informed that he was" ‘a preacher of the luminous doctrine of the great Lord Buddha.’ ‘Will you not preach to me?’ ‘Delighted,’ said the old man, ‘I am never more happy than when someone will listen to my doctrine.’ Earnestly he held forth about vegetarianism and worship of Buddha, while Dr. Kao walked beside him.” Then came the noonday halt and the wayside inn. “ ‘I have been very discourt­eous,’ remarked the stranger as they finished their rice. ‘I have not yet enquired as to your occupation.’ ‘Well,’ replied Dr. Kao pleasantly, ‘I am ‑ I am a preacher.’ ‘A preacher! Why did you not tell me? Do you also propagate the great Fu‑tao?’ "Then, on Dr. Kao admitting that his teaching was different:-“ ‘Let us make a bargain,’ said the old man. ‘If your teaching is better than mine, I will be your disciple; and if mine is better than yours, then you will be my disciple.’ ‘Good,’ said Dr. Kao, ‘Let us at once set out.’ Hour after hour they walked together, leading the horse, for the old man would not ride, and the more he heard the more his interest deepened. Finding that he could read, Dr. Kao got out his Bible, and in the inn that night they turned to many passages which made the saying message plain. They prayed together ‑ the first prayer Mr. Ho had ever beard in the name of Jesus. Awakening Kao at daybreak:‑ ‘Brother,’ he said, ‘I am not going on to the temple to‑day . I am going home. No, I am not ill, but my heart has found the peace it longed for. Your teaching is better far than mine. Henceforth, I am a believer in Jesus.”

 “Taking off his long rosary, he handed it to Dr. Kao, with other objects used in worship and much valued. ‘I do not want them any more,’ he said. ‘But there is one thing ‑ the Book! Could you let me have it to take home to my people?’ It was Dr. Kao's own Bible, the only copy he had with him, but he did not hesitate­. ‘Take it gladly,’ he said. ‘It is God's own Word, and He will give you His Holy Spirit that you may understand it.’ So they parted ‑ the new believer going back to his people with the message they had never heard, and Dr. Kao promising to visit him later if the way opened.”

 The Gospel of Christ is the power of God unto salva­tion to everyone that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek”(Rom. 1: 16) ‑ to the Gospel‑hardened in this land of Bible light and privilege, who awakes to righteousness and is pricked in his heart so that he cries "What shall I do to be saved?" and also to the heathen who, bearing for the first time of the Saviour Who loved and died for him, repents, believes, and­ like the Eunuch of old ‑ goes on his way rejoicing, even though the earthly teacher‑friend be withdrawn from his sight (Acts 8, 26‑39).

                     Your affectionate friend,

                                                             HELEN RAMSAY.