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I poured out my heart to God, and I kept giving thanks to God for all He had done for me, and I begged Him to let me work for Him as a token of my love and gratitude.

Hudson Taylor didn’t look like a genius kid at all. Hudson Taylor, who was frail and sickly, had to take at least one day of sick leave for almost a week. Although his father was trained as a pharmacist and sent his son to school when he was eleven years old, his reading skills improved rapidly, and he excelled in mathematics. After two years of formal education, he dropped out of school to help out in his father’s shop in Banschney, Yorkshire.

He was born in 1832 to devout Christian parents. From an early age, he was familiar with the Gospel story, and he knew that Jesus, the only begotten Son of God, came to earth and died on the cross to save the world’s sins. As a young man, he accepted everything his parents had taught him with childlike faith because it was what they believed. As a teenager, he began to question the authenticity of the Bible. At the age of fifteen, he worked as a clerk in a local bank and first came into contact with older friends who were skeptical of their faith. Their views influenced him, and he rejected the Christian faith and the teachings of his parents.

Hudson Taylor had to give up his profession as an accountant and return to work in his father’s shop because he was overusing his eyes. But his skepticism about Christianity continued. On the surface, he is very conformist, but his inner spiritual struggle cannot be hidden from his parents, and they are really worried about their children. It wasn’t until he was seventeen years old that things changed. He later wrote: “It was a day I will never forget—my mother was out to visit relatives, and I had a day off and went to my father’s study to find a book to read to pass the boring afternoon.” But there were no books that appealed to me, so I picked up an interesting gospel tract from a basket of booklets. I said to myself, ‘It must be another tract that starts with a story and ends with a sermon.’ I’ll only read the part of the story, and I’ll leave the rest to those who are interested!’ I sat down and read nonchalantly, thinking that even if there was salvation, it had nothing to do with me. If you start to feel bored, put it aside immediately. At that time, repentance was always called an act of “getting serious,” but in fact, it was a very “serious” thing to look at from the faces of those who claimed to have repented and converted.

Wouldn’t it be better if God’s children could always show saving joy and blessings on their faces, and those who don’t believe would see repentance as something “very joyful” rather than “serious”? After lunch that day, she hoped that her son’s desire to be saved was close to her heart, and she thought that she would have more time that day, and she would take this opportunity to plead with God for her son’s salvation. She went back to her room, locked the door, and decided that God would answer her plea before she stepped out of the room again.

Hour by hour, my mother prayed to God on my behalf, and at the end of the day, she could no longer pray and felt that she had to praise God because the Holy Spirit had told her that her only beloved son had been saved. At the same time, God was directing me to read the Gospel book. As I was reading, a sentence suddenly struck me: ‘The work of Christ.’ Suddenly, the words ‘all is done’ pass through my mind. ‘What has been done?’ I gladly replied, ‘That salvation has been accomplished, and our sins have been paid.’

That is not only our sin but the sin of the whole world. Then I thought, ‘If all the work is done.’ Now that all the debts of sin have been paid off, what else can I do?’ The joy of regeneration came to me at that moment, and the light of the Holy Spirit illuminated my heart. What else could I do in this world but to fall before the Savior and accept Him and His salvation, two weeks later, Mother returned. I was the first to greet her at the gate, and I told her the great news that I had been saved. My mother took me into her arms and said, ‘I see, my son. I’ve been excited about your good news for two weeks.'”

She told me about her prayer experience that day. I’m sure you agree, but it’s strange if I don’t believe in the power of prayer because of that. It’s not over yet. Soon after, I picked up a notebook that I thought was my own, and what caught my eye was the diary of my sister, who was four years younger than me, to the effect that she was determined to pray for me every day until God promised to redeem me. A month after the journal was written, the Lord took me out of the darkness and into the light.

Growing up in such an environment and being saved in such a situation, it was only natural that from the moment I received the life of Christ, I realized that God’s promises were very real, and that prayer was a fulfilling fellowship with God, asking for His blessings for myself and others. He didn’t become as “serious” as the average Christian, because he didn’t feel it appealing at all, and Hudson didn’t take his faith lightly. Although he was susceptible to temptation and stumbling and frustrated by his weakness, like most new believers, he was not satisfied with this up-and-down spiritual life. He longed for a better, more intimate relationship with God.

One afternoon, he began to pray to God about it: “I vividly remember how I poured out my heart to God with joy and joy, and I kept giving thanks to God for all that He had done for me, and for saving me when I gave up all hope and even hope of salvation. I begged Him to let me work for Him as an expression of my love and gratitude for it—I distinctly remember that as I laid myself, my life, my friends, and everything on the altar, the depths of my soul were enveloped by a sense of solemnity that I knew was acceptable to my devotion.

God’s presence also became completely real and blessed, and I remember – I fell on my face, stretched out, and lay before Him, my heart overflowing with indescribable awe and joy. I don’t know what my job position will be. Hudson Taylor had given his life to God, and he was determined to live a life that was pleasing to God in every way, but he also cried out to God from time to time for his failures and setbacks, knowing that I was no longer mine. He believed that as long as God gave him a clear direction, he would go to the ends of the earth for him, do anything, even bear suffering. “The feeling of that time is really beyond the description of pen and ink, and it is also unforgettable for my life. I felt like I was standing before God, making a covenant with the Lord Almighty.

I wanted to take back my promise, but I couldn’t, and it was as if a voice was saying to me, ‘Your prayer has been answered; From that moment on, I was convinced that God had called me to China, and I would no longer doubt it. Hudson Taylor knew God’s call and responded positively. From that day on, he worked hard to prepare himself for a hard life. He increased his outdoor activities, replaced his feather mattress pads with stiff and taut mattresses, and was very careful about his diet.

He was supposed to go to church twice on Sunday, but he gave up the evening meetings and went to the slums of the city to hand out tracts and hold family meetings. He was a popular frequent visitor to the rows of houses. Even on the horse farm, his radiant face, coupled with a cordial greeting, often opened the door to evangelism for him. The more he shared God’s Word with others, the more he felt he needed to know more, and he spent more time praying and studying the Bible. Of course, if he wants to go to China, he must learn Chinese.

A rare Chinese grammar book already costs 20 yuan, and a Chinese-English dictionary costs more than 25 yuan. He couldn’t afford it, so he relented and bought a copy of the Chinese translation of the Gospel of Luke. He patiently compared verses with the English Bible and learned more than 600 new Chinese characters. He memorized these words and compiled a dictionary. “I started waking up at 5 a.m. every morning, so I found myself going to bed earlier. If I want to go to China, I have to study hard.

I’ve made up my mind to go, so I’m going to try to equip myself now. I plan to do Latin well and learn the basics of Greek and Hebrew grammar. I want to gather more information. I need your intercession. Following his father in dispensing medicine to patients for many years, Hudson Taylor became interested in medicine. When he heard that a surgeon practicing medicine in Hall needed an assistant, he wrote to apply and was hired. Although this means that he will be living alone from the nest, he will still have some time to live with an aunt who lives in the city and enjoy family fun.

Hudson Taylor’s employer, the doctor, paid him only enough to cover his daily expenses. In addition to tithing, the young assistant went to the slums of the city every Sunday night to do gospel work. Seeing the hardships of those families prompted him to reevaluate his lifestyle. Would it make him happier if he could save more and help more others? He decided to find out with action.

On the outskirts of the city, passing through a wasteland, two rows of simple bungalows bordered by a narrow waterway. People in the neighborhood call this place “Ditch Side”. This waterway is just a deep ditch, and the people who live on both sides of the ditch send their filth and garbage into the river to let the tide carry it away. The bungalows were about half a mile long around a large curved ditch, and each house was the same, with a gate and two windows. Hudson Taylor decided to say goodbye to his aunt’s comfortable home and rent a small room here to live. The landlady, Mrs. Chiji, was a devout Christian, and she welcomed the “young doctor” Finch very well. She did everything she could to clean the house and polish the fire facing the window. The bed was in the farthest corner from the door, and with a wooden table and two chairs, it was Hudson Taylor’s new home.

This twelve-foot square room is on the first floor and is connected to the kitchen. The only window in the room reveals the brightly lit bar on the other side of the gutter. In the night, the lights illuminated the muddy water in the canal. Hudson Taylor moved here, and in addition to adapting to the gloomy environment, he also had to cook for himself. Every day after work from the infirmary, he would buy a little food to satisfy his hunger. He rarely sits down for a decent dinner anymore. On weekdays, he goes home alone and spends every night alone. But on Sundays, he was too busy to mingle with his neighbors or work among the crowds that often hang out around the Kemba Pier. “Now I have two goals in life, on the one hand, to get myself used to living a hard life, and on the other hand, to save money so that I can help those who preach the gospel. Soon I got used to a more austere life than before, and I stopped eating butter, milk, and other luxuries.

My main food is cereal and rice, with the occasional addition of something to change the taste. So that I can live very frugally. I save two-thirds of my salary for other purposes. Experience has taught me that the less money I spend on myself, the more people I can help, and the more music and blessings I have in my soul. “After living by the ditch for some time, he made a deeply painful sacrifice because of the needs of China.

For more than two years, he became acquainted with the teachers at his sister Homei’s school, who was both beautiful and talented, and Hudson Taylor unconsciously fell in love with her. This girl is a Christian and has no missionary burden. They had talked about his plans several times. But each time she asked him to stay in England and serve God, and not to go to China.

Hudson Taylor knew very well that it was God’s calling, but he also loved him dearly, and since she did not explicitly say that he would not follow him to China, he continued to pray that God would move her. A few weeks after he had moved to the ditch, he received the heartbroken letter, which was the last decision of the other party—she would not go to China! He wrote to his sister Kami: “For many days I was depressed and depressed, and I seemed to have no power to pray, and I did not want to pray. I took the blow on my own and didn’t ask God for help until I couldn’t sustain it anymore. Temptations began to surround him, “Why are you going to China, why are you going to spend your whole life toiling and suffering just for a service ideal? Just like everyone else, find a job and stay in your hometown to serve the Lord. You still have a chance to keep her. “Love is hard to beat. “That afternoon, as I sat alone in the operating room, I began to think about God’s love, His goodness, my response, and His blessings to me,” he told his sister.

The trials I faced were nothing compared to what happened to others who were called. God has completely softened me and humbled me. His love melted my cold heart, and I prayed earnestly for His forgiveness for my ungrateful behavior, and God’s love surrounded me once more. Yes, he humbled me and made me know myself. He let me know that he is my help and my trust in times of trouble. Neither did he deprive me of my joy amid my trials, that I might sing with joy: But I will rejoice in the Savior, and I will rejoice in the salvation of God” “Now I am very satisfied in the Savior’s love. I can give him gratitude for everything, including the most painful experiences of the past, and I can trust him completely for what will happen in the future. ”

“I said to myself, ‘When I set foot in China, I can’t ask anybody for anything, I can only ask God. So before I left England, I first had to learn to do things by praying alone, by moving people through God. I never made any sacrifices. This is what Hudson Taylor said in his later years, looking back on his past life. But in the eyes of other objective people, his life is a portrait of self-sacrifice. Dai said this because experience had taught him that no matter what sacrifice he made for God, he would always be richly rewarded. This lifelong lesson began with some profound experiences on the banks of the ditch that winter. No matter how great his sacrifice was, the reward he received always far outweighed the price he paid. Despite the trauma of a broken love and the poor environment in which he lived, his spiritual life was thriving.

“Every day, from morning till night, I experience indescribable joy,” he said. God is so real and gracious to me that all I do is serve music. Even though the tone and content of the letter changed, there was less self-examination and more focus on plans. Once again, China is full of his thoughts. He has a deeper burden for the souls of those who do not know Christ. Despite his full and positive attitude, his mother was worried about her son’s health and living conditions. Especially when she learned from other people that her son was pale and thin, she wrote to him concerned about his health. In January, he wrote back to his mother: “I’m sorry for making you worry about me. It may have been that I was wearing a wider coat, and when everyone saw it, they said, ‘Look how emaciated and thin you are!'” He reassured his mother that his cold had long since healed and that he was now full of energy and knew how to take care of himself.

Her mother was not relieved by his reply. She was also worried about the hardships he would face as he planned to go on a mission trip to China. He wrote again in an attempt to assuage his mother’s anxieties about his present and future: “Dear mother, do not let anything disturb your sleep. Missionary work is the noblest profession of mankind. Of course, we cannot neglect our basic needs, but can we not rejoice and be happy when we can give up everything for the Lord?” “As for my body, I believe that now is the most robust time of my life.

The wind here is really strong, but I often wrap myself tightly, and the cold weather makes my appetite great, and if I make myself sick, it will hurt my finances, so I try to choose those simple but nutritious foods, and avoid luxuries.” I found biscuits that were as cheap as bread, one for eighteen pence, and tastier than bread. I had biscuits, fresh fish, and coffee for breakfast. Fresh fish is cheaper than butter, and three tails are only one penny, and half a bar for breakfast is enough. My lunch was prunes with apple filling. Prunes cost only two to three pence a pound, while apples cost ten pence a bag. I bought four and a half pennies a pound of sugar and crushed them, which was cheaper than regular jaggery. Sometimes I bake potatoes and animal tongues, which are as cheap as other meats. Afternoon tea is biscuits and apples. I don’t eat dinner very often, so I occasionally eat cookies and apples, and sometimes I eat corn pudding, beans, or fish. If I had been more careful, I could have bought cheese for four to sixpence a pound, which was better than the eightpence a pound we used to eat at home.

Lettuce and lettuce are available at the market, and it won’t be long before I can change the menu. I pickled a penny of red cabbage in three-and-a-halfpence vinegar with a large bottle full of it. You see, I don’t have much to do, and I can have basic enjoyment. In addition, I have a home that is always available for my needs, and a God who gives peace beyond all means, and if I am not satisfied and unhappy, then I deserve to live in misery and misery. “Dear Mom, please keep praying for me. Although I am well-fed, happy, and thankful, I need your prayers for me. Mom, how can I make you understand how much I desire to be a missionary, to bring good tidings to poor and dying sinners? Pray that the Lord will use me and that I will do my best for the Lord who died on my behalf! Mother, just imagine, that there are 12 million people—what a huge number, how unimaginable yes, there are more than 12 million souls in China every year, walking towards perdition without God and hope. Let us look with compassion for the needs of these great people!

Since God has mercy on us, we should also be sympathetic to His heart: “I will put my pen down.” Will you give everything for the Lord Jesus, who died for you? Mom, I know you do. May God be with you and comfort you. When I have enough money to go, can I leave immediately? I feel that if I don’t do something for China, I won’t be able to live any longer. Although Hudson Taylor was eager to leave for the East immediately, he was not entirely sure that he was ready for the challenge. In his small room by the ditch that winter, he wrote more: “For me, going to China is a great thing.

There you will be far away from the help of your relatives and friends, and you will only be protected, provided, and helped by the living God. To take on this challenge, it is necessary to first strengthen one’s spiritual discipline. Of course, if a person’s faith is firm, God will never be unfaithful. But what if I don’t have faith, I didn’t yet grasp the truth that even if we are untrustworthy, he is still trustworthy because he cannot betray himself.

So, my biggest problem was not God’s faithfulness, but my faith enough to ensure that I could carry out the daunting task that lay ahead of me. “I said to myself, ‘When I set foot in China, I can’t ask anybody for anything, I can only ask God. So before I left England, I first had to learn to do things by praying alone, and by moving people through God. Hudson Taylor believed that the Bible says: Faith can move mountains. He wondered if he was confident enough to practice it. If faith needs to grow, it must be practiced. Here’s what he’s going to do. “Before leaving England, learn to move people through prayer and God. “That’s what he set for him. Soon, he discovered a simple and practical way to practice the work of faith. He wrote it down: “My kind employer, Dr. Heddy, wanted me to remind him to pay me my salary on time, so I decided to pray alone, asking God to remind him, so that I could experience the encouragement of prayer answered. “Once, as the day of quarterly payroll was approaching, I prayed earnestly about it as usual. But when the day came, Dr. Hedy didn’t mention the payroll, and I just kept praying. After many days, he still didn’t pay attention to it. It wasn’t until Saturday night that I sat down to count my accounts for the week, and found that there was only one shilling and sixpence coin left.

But I continued to pray and wait. “I felt very happy that Sunday. My heart is still filled with blessed joy. After attending Sunday worship in the morning, he went to the town’s slums in the afternoon and evening to conduct interviews and evangelism. During those days, I had the feeling of living in heaven, and for me, heaven was a place where human joy could be more satisfying, and now I have almost that. “About ten o’clock that night, after I was leading the meeting, a poor man came up and asked me to come to his house and pray for his dying wife. I readily agreed.

On the way, I asked him why he didn’t go to the priest because he spoke with an Irish accent. He said he had been, but the priest would not go until he paid eighteen pence. And his family was starving, so what money was left? Suddenly, I remembered all my possessions, my only coin. Although I have prepared oatmeal for tonight and tomorrow morning, what about tomorrow’s lunch?” Instead of blaming myself, I blamed the man for why he had gotten things to this point, and why he hadn’t asked the welfare officer for help earlier.

He told me that he had passed the application a long time ago, but that the welfare officer had told him to go again at eleven o’clock tomorrow, but that his wife would not live until tomorrow!” ‘Ah!’ I thought to myself: ‘If I had not this two and a half shillings, but two one-and-a-half shillings and a six-pound coin, how glad I would have been to give the family a shilling!’

The truth is very simple, I believe in God and I believe in a shilling and sixpence, but I dare not trust God alone and empty pockets. “The man led me into a courtyard, and I followed with a slight panic, because the last time I came, the people there had been very unkind to me. Walking up a dilapidated staircase, we entered a small, dilapidated room. What catches your eye is poignant. Four or five yellow-skinned children were scattered around the house, apparently the result of a long period of starvation. On the tattered bed lay their weak mother, next to a baby who was thirty-six hours old, crying faintly. “‘Ah!’ I thought, ‘If I had two shillings and a sixpence, I would be more than happy to give them a shilling sixpence.’ But the abominable unbelief hindered my urge to give them all I had.

Of course, I can’t comfort this poor man, and it’s not surprising at all, because I need comfort myself. I began to tell them not to be depressed by the current situation anyway because we have a loving Heavenly Father in heaven. But now my heart was crying out, ‘You hypocrite!’ I told these unbelievers that there is a loving Father in Heaven, but my heart refused to trust Him because I didn’t have a coin!'” My throat almost stopped. If I had a two-shilling coin and a sixpence penny, I would be more than willing to compromise with my conscience, and give them the two shillings with gratitude, and keep the sixpence. I still haven’t been able to let go of the sixpence and trust God alone. Since there is nothing to say in this environment, there should be no difficulty in praying.

In those days, prayer was the most pleasant thing, and I could talk to God in prayer. At that moment I thought I had to kneel and pray so that I and the family could be set free. “‘Ask me to come and pray for your wife,’ I said to the man, ‘Let us pray together, and I knelt.’ “When I opened my mouth and said, ‘Our Father in heaven,’ and my conscience said, ‘How dare you mock God?’ How dare you kneel down and call Him ‘Father’ while keeping the coin in your pocket?’ I have never experienced this inner conflict. I can’t remember if my prayer was incoherent or how it ended, but when I stood up, my heart was in agony. “The poor father said to me, ‘Sir, you have seen our desolate condition, and if it is possible, help us for God’s sake.'” At that moment a phrase flashed through my mind: ‘Give them those who ask him.'” The word of the Lord carries power. I put my hand in my pocket and slowly pulled out the coin and handed it to the man. I told him that maybe he would think I was just doing it because I seemed to be much more generous than they were, and that I had the only money I had. But what I told them earlier is true, and God is our trusting Father.

At this moment, joy is pouring over my heart. I was able to speak with my heart and mouth again, and the obstacle that hindered my blessing was gone, and the obstacle that made my faith almost lost. “Not only was the poor woman’s life saved, but my life was completely saved. If I hadn’t obeyed the Holy Spirit’s guidance and prevailed by God’s grace at that moment, my Christian life might have come to a bleak end. “I remember very well that on the way home, my heart was as light as my money bag. In the dark silence of the streets, my ears kept ringing with my irrepressible praise songs. Before I went to bed, I drank the bowl of oatmeal, only to think that the emperor’s feast was not enough to exchange. I knelt at the bedside and asked the Lord not to forget His own words: ‘He who has mercy on the poor lends to the Lord.’ I begged him to remind my long-term borrower that the delay should be done as soon as possible, or tomorrow my lunch would be gone. In a state of peace of mind and body, I spent a pleasant and peaceful night.

The next morning, the only remaining oatmeal came knocking on the door before it was finished. I rarely receive letters on Mondays, as my parents and most of my friends avoid sending letters on Saturdays, so I was surprised when the landlady walked in, wiped her wet hands with her apron, and gave me something that looked like a letter and a package. I took the letter, but I saw that the handwriting on the envelope was quite unfamiliar, and if it had not been sent by a stranger, it would have been written illegible, and the postmark was blurred, so I did not know where the letter came from. When I opened the envelope, I found not a single word in it, but a pair of children’s gloves wrapped in a blank sheet of paper, and in my astonishment, a pound and a half fell to the ground. “‘Praise the Lord,’ exclaimed me, ‘twelve hours of investment, four times the profit!’ I wonder how glad I would be if the Merchant of Howl lent money out to make such a profit!’ I have decided to deposit my savings and income in this bank, which will not fail. I still don’t regret that decision. “This incident comes to my mind from time to time, and it is my constant encouragement and help on difficult days.

If we are faithful to God in small things, we can accumulate experience and abilities that will help us cope with life’s greater trials. “The story isn’t over yet. It was not the only prayer he had heard from the Lord, but it strengthened his faith. Here’s how he ended the story: “This amazing deliverance and forgiveness by God not only brought me great joy, but also strengthened my faith. After all, it’s only ten shillings, and no matter how much I save, I won’t be able to sustain myself for long. I will continue to pray that the Lord will remember to pay me my salary, which is the greatest supply. But my prayers seemed to have been in vain, and two weeks later, I was back to the same thing as I had on that memorable Sunday night. Again and again, I pleaded with God to remind Dr. Hedi that my food was over. “Money isn’t a problem for me, though, because if I ask, it’s easy to solve.

The main concern was, ‘Can I go to China?’ or is my attitude of actively seeking faith and power from God to prevent me from participating in this precious ministry?'” The week passed quickly, and I became more and more restless. Not only do I have to worry about my own needs, but more importantly, I have to pay the rent to my landlady on Sunday night, she needs the money very much. Should I ask for her salary? But if I did, I would be admitting that I was not a missionary!

In addition to my work hours, I spent my entire Thursday and Friday wrestling with God in prayer. By Saturday morning, the situation had not changed. I earnestly asked God for guidance on whether I should remain silent and wait for the Father’s work. In my judgment, I always felt that waiting for God to work was the best way to go, because God would be the Lord for me. So I continued to wait, my heart was at peace, and the burden on my heart had flown out into the clouds. “At about five o’clock on Saturday afternoon, Dr. Hedy finished his prescription and finished the day’s final work, leaned back as usual, sat comfortably in his easy chair, and talked about God’s affairs.

He was a sincere Christian, and we had many sweet fellowship times. At that time, I was busy guarding a pot of boiling potions, but fortunately, it was, because suddenly he came out of nowhere: ‘Yes, Hudson Taylor, is your salary due?'” I had to swallow two or three times before I could answer. I turned my back to him, still looking at the cauldron of medicine, and said to him in the calmest of tones, yes, my salary has been paid a long time late.

At that moment, my heart was filled with gratitude! God finally heard my prayer, and I didn’t have to say a word, God reminded him to pay me at this most critical time. “‘Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m sorry you didn’t remind me. You know how busy I am, if I had remembered earlier, I wouldn’t have had to put all my money in the bank in the afternoon, and you would have received your paycheck instantly. After hearing these surprising words, I was so excited that I was at a loss, it was indescribable. Fortunately, the medicine in the pot was boiling at this time, so I could take the opportunity to run out of the room with the pot. I stayed out of his sight until Dr. Hedi left the infirmary. And the best thing is that he didn’t notice my emotional ups and downs.

Soon after he left, I went back to my workshop and poured out my heart to the Lord. Until the mood is completely calmed down, and gratitude and joy resurface. I feel that God has His ways and will not disappoint me. I sought His heart this morning, and I felt that patience was His direction, and now God will find another way out for me in other ways. “As usual on Saturday nights, I stayed in my workshop to read the Bible and prepare for tomorrow’s sermon in the ghetto. I had a little more time than usual, and at about ten o’clock I put on my coat and was about to go home, remembering that by this time the landlady had already gone to bed and that I had to use the key to the spring-loaded door lock to get in, and felt a little comforted, and thought that there was no hope of receiving money tonight. Maybe God will open the way for me on Monday so that I can pay off my rent sooner rather than later. “Just as I was turning off the gas light, I heard the doctor’s footsteps ringing in the courtyard between the infirmary and his residence. He laughed and seemed to have encountered something very interesting.

He came in and called me to get the books, and told me that it was a bit strange that one of the very wealthy patients had just come to pay his bills! I never thought it would have anything to do with what I was facing, otherwise I would have been very embarrassed. From a bystander’s point of view, I also find this rich man’s approach a bit bizarre. He can pay his medical bills effortlessly at any time, so why should he pay his bills at 10 p.m.. This means that he probably can’t let go of this matter in his heart, and he has to pay off the medical bills at midnight.

“Dr. Hurdy took the book, wrote the receipt, and was about to leave, when suddenly he turned around and gave me some of the money he had just received, to my amazement and gratitude. He said, ‘Hudson Taylor, you take these bills first, I don’t have any change now, and I will pay you back the rest next week.’ Once again, I was left alone, and Dr. Hedy never noticed my mood change. I went back to my workshop and thanked God with joy, ‘I can probably go to China!'” I’m going to China after all. ”