HERE is a picture of old faithful Loh, who, upon learning of our coming to Mukden, Manchuria, was unable to locate us for some time. He therefore sent another man in search of us. When he found us, Loh was very happy. We sat down and studied the word of God together; and as I told of how Jesus had once been here in this world, and of His promise to come again to take His children with Him to heaven, the old man's face brightened, and he was very happy indeed to learn of this. Now Loh attends every meeting, and is an active missionary.
Prominently Located at Chungking
By F. A. Allum
BY F. A. ALLUM
WE arrived at Chungking, the commercial center of the province, April 16, 1914. In answer to earnest prayer, we were led in a remarkable way to secure a suitable building near the Tung Yuen gate, which is the most important gate on the land side of the city. This gate opens to one of the largest and most interesting highways found in China. It leads from Chungking, over mountain and through valley, to the capital of the province, Chengtu, which is about five hundred miles distant. Thus any one coming into Chungking from this highway would necessarily pass by our chapel door.
Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Philippine Delegates Attending the Asiatic Division Conference, Shanghai, 1915
Native Church Members of Anhui Mission at Yingshang, Pastors O. A. Hall and H. J. Doolittle in Center
The principal work conducted at this station is evangelistic. We have also a small dispensary, and a night school was conducted for several months during the summer. Although we have been here only a few months, in January a church of ten members was organized. The membership of our Sabbath school is about forty.
The needs of this great field are appalling. There are more people in this one province than in the German Empire. It is officially stated that there are over three thousand towns and villages in this province that have not been occupied by any Christian society.
Chungking.
Heathen Darkness Penetrated
By Orrin A. Hall
BY ORRIN A. HALL
Our chapel is located on one of the busiest streets in Nanking. It has a seating capacity of about one hundred and fifty.
A most interesting series of meetings has just been concluded here. Three services were held each day,— at seven-thirty in the evening, the meeting for men; at three o’clock, the meetings for the women and the children.
It was proved again that God’s word is powerful, and sharper than a two-edged sword. Even the denseness of heathen darkness and superstition cannot withstand its mighty influence. Every evening, the chapel was filled to its utmost capacity with a most attentive and orderly audience.
In every part of the field, the grain truly is ripe, ready for the harvest. With the love of Christ constraining us, let us pray and work and give until—
“Earth’s remotest nation
Has heard Messiah’s name.”
Nanking.
Our Rented Mission Building in Mukden
Forty-Three Years Telling It
By H. J. Doolittle
BY H. J. DOOLITTLE
WHILE engaged in locating a mission street chapel recently, in the pretty little city of Wuhu, on the south bank of great Yangtze Kiang, I became engaged in conversation with an old, blind Chinese evangelist, named Yao Sien Seng. As we talked together, I soon learned there was scarcely a text in the New Testament which he was not familiar with and could not repeat from memory.
On further inquiry, I learned he had been a faithful follower of the Saviour for over forty-three years, having been led to Christ as the result of Hudson Taylor’s work. For many years, he was actively engaged in telling the Fuh-Yin (happy sound, or gospel) to his fellow men. The last ten years, although totally blind, he has continued to preach quite a little. Standing before his attentive listeners, he gives the Word with power, quoting from memory every needed text.
His message to his native countrymen to-day is, “The great day of the Lord is near, it is near, and hasteth greatly. . . . Seek ye the Lord.” Zeph. 1:14; 2:3.
Nanking.
Medical Men in Heathen Lands
By Riley Russell
Desired Prayer Rather than Medicine
BY RILEY RUSSELL, M. D.
OLD Kim, in the village of Sa Tong, was stuck in the abdomen with needles for indigestion; and when he was nearly dead, his friends decided to call the foreign doctor. We had him brought to our dispensary; and after vigorous treatment, he made a good recovery.
Last week, his wife became quite sick, and some of the family came for us; but being very busy, we sent our helper, the Korean doctor. A little later, her son, a teacher, came and said that his mother wanted us to please come and see her before she died. I took my wheel, and started for the place, five miles away; but before I had gone a mile, I ran into a ditch full of snow, and broke my wheel.
What was my surprise, on reaching the place, to find that what they wanted was not medical attention, but prayer. So after a short season, in which the whole family and a large number of visitors joined, we left for home. The old woman was completely well in a day or so, and now the eldest son is on the point of yielding his life to God.
Soonan, Korea.
His Stomach Trouble and the Devil
By E. W. Myers
BY E. W. MYERS
EARLY one morning, I saw a man carried into town who looked as though he were ready to die. My assistance was not desired. The amen (man who communicates with the devil) had told them that the krefe (devil) was vexed with the man, and had hit him in the stomach. Of course, the only thing to do was to beg the krefe to remove the injury he had inflicted.
A few days after, I was asked to go over and see what I could do for the man. I did so. It was not long before he was able to return to his work, for it was simply an acute attack of stomach trouble. His family wondered when I told them that the remedies used had no effect on the krefe.
Another patient, who had pneumonia, was not so fortunate. Her friends consulted me. On the third day, we could see signs of improvement; but her family became impatient, and consulted the krefe. The next morning, I did not find my patient. She had been moved to another town. In a few days, we attended her funeral.
The people are so given up to the worship of devils that if their krefe accuses them of anything, they will confess that it is true, even though it is not.
West Africa.
Overworked Doctor in India
By Mrs. M. D. Wood
BY MRS. M. D. WOOD
In the early morning, a call came to visit a woman twelve miles away, who had been ill for a month, at the mercy of the village quack—who is far from merciful. I promised to go the next day.
Itinerating Dispensary among Santals, India
Breakfast and family worship over, I started for our dispensary in Kalyan, two miles away. One of our inpatients was very ill. After cheering her up and inspecting the dispensary, we had our regular Marathi service. The precious word of God was read and explained, then followed an earnest exhortation to the people by our native medical evangelist. Our Indian nurse prayed for the sick bodies and the sin-sick souls. The people had crowded in, there being about as many men as women. We worked steadily from 9:30 to 12:30, giving treatments, dressing wounds, advising, comforting, and helping the people in general. In those three hours, we treated seventy-five patients.
Peas in the Wounds
We had quite a time with a woman suffering of rheumatism. A rag was tied below each knee, where we found a peculiar looking wound on each leg. In each we discovered a hard, round substance, which proved to be a pea. I prepared to remove it, but saw that this offended the patient. She had been instructed by the witch doctor to press the pea into the wound to keep the place open, so the disease could find a way of escape. She refused to have the pea removed, saying the gods would be angry.
At 1:30 P. M., lunch arrived from our bungalow. I had just twenty minutes for refreshments, then hurried to the station, taking the 2:00 P. M. train for Igatpuri, our Kalyan branch, fifty miles away. My helpers had preceded me two hours; so when I arrived at 4:00 P. M., everything was ready for another battle with disease. Here we worked hard until 8:00 P. M., treating ninety patients, mostly women. There is always a rear entrance for Mohammedan women. At 8:00, I told our workers to close the door, as we could treat no more.
Dr. Mrs. M. D. Wood, and her 1919 class in training as missionary nurses at our Kalyan dispensary
As we started to a friend's home for the night, we met a man who earnestly entreated us to go and see a sick child about a mile away. It was an only child, two years old. How could we refuse! They secured an old two-wheeled wagon, which they said had springs, and a correspondingly old horse; so we were soon on our way again. The615poor mother seemed heartbroken. We did our best, and pointed her to the great Healer. We promised to pray daily for her child's recovery. Thank God, the child has passed the crisis and is doing well. She had pneumonia.
Carried. Thirteen Miles to the Mission Dispensary
D. Man with a Native Worker Traveling
Through the Punjab
Supper was served at 9:00 P. M.; and after a friendly chat with our good hostess, we retired at 10:30, thanking God for the strength and wisdom He had given for the day.
Kalyan.
Sanitarium, Kobe, Japan—Main Building
Found Nourishment in Crumbs
By A. T. Pierson
MR. WILLIAMS, the apostle to the South Seas, once had his attention arrested by seeing a man arise from some stones and walk on his knees to meet him. “Welcome, servant of God, who brought light into this dark island,” shouted the man. Then the two engaged in a conversation concerning the man's experience.
Mr. Williams said: “Buteve, where did you obtain all this knowledge? I do not remember ever to have seen you at the settlements where I have spoken; and besides this, your hands and feet are eaten off by disease, and you have to walk upon your knees.”
Buteve answered: “As the people return from the service, I sit by the wayside, and beg from them, as they pass by, a bit of the Word. One gives me one piece, and another another, and I gather them together in my heart; and thinking over what I thus obtain, and praying to God to make me know, I get to understand.”—A. T. Pierson.
Forty Miles on Hands and Knees
By R. H. Leech
BY R. H. LEECH
A HOT day was drawing to a close. We were hastening to the station to catch the evening train, when our attention was attracted by a man coming toward us as fast as he could upon hands and knees. On going to meet him, we saw a most pitiful sight. His feet were in such a condition that he could not stand upon them, and his countenance was distorted with suffering.
He had heard of our medical work. Leaving his wife and children, he had come forty miles on hands and knees, sleeping where night overtook him, and begging food by the way; in the hope that he might find relief from his sufferings.
Bidding our dispensary assistant to make him comfortable for the night, we hastened on. The following day, we found that it was a very bad case, of long standing, with little hope of recovery. He begged us to do what we could. He had gone from one dispensary to another without getting relief. He had come here as his last hope.
We pointed him to the Saviour, and bade him put his trust in Him, and told him what we could do would be of little avail without that. We treated him faithfully twice every day, and God heard and answered our prayers. In a few days, he was able to walk with the aid of a stick. His joy knew no bounds, and he cast himself at our feet, and had to be restrained from giving us the praise that was due our Saviour. As we talked to him from day to day about Jesus and His great love for us, his heart was softened.
The Idol Worshiped by Childless Women, India
At the end of a month, he returned to his home entirely well, and carrying with him a lot of gospel literature.
Madhupur, India.
The Patient Brings His Relatives
By Mrs. L. E. Dexter
BY MRS. L. E. DEXTER
I AM kept busy of late, and continually meet with the funny side of life. When a native comes for treatment, as many of his relatives as can come follow him to see and hear what is done and said. They all help listen, so that no mistake may be made in carrying out the directions for treatment. I have had as many as fifteen listeners.
One stout man came in with a sore arm to be treated. At the elbow there was a large swelling, with several raw, tubercular looking sores. I pointed to a half-used cigarette he had, and told him he must stop the use of tobacco for one thing, if he wished to be healed.
Samoan Islands.
An Aged Colporteur’s Prayer
From the China Inland Mission there comes the story of one of our colporteurs, seventy-two years old, who, just before he started on a long tour, was overheard praying: “Prepare men’s hearts to receive the Word. Help me to give my testimony. Don’t let conceited men argue with me. Don’t let the books get wet. Show me how to get over the swollen rivers. Don’t let the dogs bite me. Take care of my wife.” It is said that never in all this man’s travels has he been once molested.
