HOW JOB HELPED A CHINESE BOY
A Christian lady of Oakland, says the Congregationalist, furnishes the following, which is one of many illustrations that have come to me of the grace of God bestowed abundantly on Chinese believers for service in the kitchen:— “Leu Yen worked in my family nine years, and tho he was always a good servant, there was a marked change in him after he became converted. “He had naturally a quick temper, but was just as quick to acknowledge his fault. “As I passed through the kitchen into the laundry on Tuesday forenoon, I could not but notice the happy, contented expression in Leu Yen’s face, tho I saw at a glance that the large clothes basket was full of tightly rolled garments to be ironed; and that meant a long, steady day’s work. “‘How are you getting along, Yen?’ was my salutation; and the answer came readily and quick: ‘All right. Job helped me very much yesterday.’ “‘Job helped you! How was that?’ forgetting for a moment that our Sunday-school lessons at that time were in the book of Job. “‘Yes, Job helped me!’ giving emphasis to his words. “‘Yesterday I have big wash; very heavy quilt, too; and I work hard, hang some clothes on the line, fix ’em big quilt on the line, put stick under the line, hold him up; then wash more clothes, go out, find stick blow down, big quilt all dirt, go this way back again. Then I feel so mad, feel like I swear; then I think of Job, how he lose his money, his children, all his land, get sick, have sores all over. He never swear; he praise God. Then I praise God, bring quilt in house, wash him clean, and praise God all the time.’”