ONE day last summer, a native worker and I called at the home of a young lady who had been attending our meetings at the gospel tent. Her mother was sick, and was just preparing to leave for the hospital.
I noticed that the young lady seemed somewhat agitated; and in just a moment, we heard some one coming down from the second floor. This proved to be an elder brother, and he was very angry because I had come to teach his sister Christianity.
I asked him if he had ever studied Christianity. He answered that he knew nothing about it; that they had one religion, Buddhism, in the home, and that was all that was needed.
I tried to show him the better way of faith in a true and living God, rather than in dumb idols, and that even though he himself had no desire to learn of Christ, it was wrong to forbid his sister to do so.
In very impolite language, he asked me to visit the home no more, and I promised to comply with his request.
The sequel is most interesting. For months, the mother grew worse, and finally passed away, with the request upon her dying lips that her daughter should never become a believer in "Yasu" (Jesus).
But the Spirit of the Lord worked upon the heart of the young woman; and from time to time, she was able to attend our public meetings. Now she is secretary of our Sabbath school; and in just a few days, she will receive baptism. It fills our hearts with gladness to extend the right hand of fellowship to this dear sister, so recently from heathenism.
