Why Have You Waited So Long?

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 31, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, Nos. 43, 44.

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Why Have You Waited So Long?

THE following dialog, told by Dr. Edgerton R. Young, missionary among the Indians, illustrates what is true of other peoples who have waited long in darkness for latter-day Christianity to respond to the Master’s command, "Go ye into all the world." We hope this typical appeal will touch many hearts.
"Missionary," said a savage, stalwart looking Indian to him, "gray hairs here, and grandchildren in the wigwam, tell me that I am getting to be an old man; and yet I never before heard such things as you have told us to-day. I am so glad I did not die before I heard this wonderful story. Yet I am getting old. Gray hairs here, and grandchildren yonder, tell the story. Stay as long as you can, missionary; tell us much of these things; and when you have to go away, come back soon."
"He turned as tho he would go back to his place and sit down," said Dr. Young in narrating the story, "but he only went a step or two ere he turned round and said:
"‘Missionary, may I say more?’
‘Talk on,’ I replied; ‘I am here now to listen.’
‘You said just now, "Notawenan" [Our Father].’"
TIBETAN PLACE OF WORSHIP.
TIBETAN PLACE OF WORSHIP.
Mule Cart in Central China
Mule Cart in Central China
"‘Yes, I did say, "Our Father."’
‘That is very new and sweet to us,’ he replied. ‘We never thought of the Great Spirit as Father. We heard Him in the thunder, and saw Him in the lightning and tempest and blizzard, and we were afraid. So, when you tell us of the Great Spirit as Father—that is very beautiful to us.’
Hesitating a moment, he stood there, a wild, picturesque Indian; yet my heart had strangely gone out in loving interest and sympathy to him. Lifting up his eyes to mine again, he said:
‘May I say more?’
‘Yes,’ I answered; ‘say on.’
‘You say, "Notawenan" [Our Father]; He is your Father?’
‘Yes, He is my Father.’
Then he said, while his eyes and voice yearned for the answer, ‘Does it mean He is my Father—poor Indian’s Father?’
‘Yes, O yes!’ I exclaimed, ‘He is your Father, too.’
‘Your Father—missionary’s Father—and Indian’s Father, too!’ he repeated.
‘Yes, that is true.’
‘Then we are brothers!’ he almost shouted out.
‘Yes, we are brothers,’ I replied.
The excitement in the audience had become something wonderful, and when the conversation with the old man had reached this point, and in such an unexpected and yet dramatic manner had so clearly brought out not only the Fatherhood of God, but the oneness of the human family, the people could hardly restrain their expressions of delight.
The old man, however, had not yet finished; and so, quietly restraining the most demonstrative ones, he again turned and said:
‘May I say more?’
‘Yes, say on; say all that is in your heart.’
Then came his last question, which millions of weary souls dissatisfied with their false religions are asking:
‘Missionary, I do not want to be rude; but why has my white brother been so long time in coming with that Great Book and its wonderful story?’"