WONG YUN, one of our Chinese church members, had just died. His brother came to tell us, and to ask that we arrange for the funeral.
On the way to the house, the brother, who went with us, suddenly asked, "Preacher, will you allow me to unite with your mission?" I told him it was God's mission, and not mine, and that we would be glad to have him come. I was curious to know why he desired to join, for I knew that the whole family, except our deceased brother, were heathen; so I began to question him.
He told me that his brother had passed away in a most beautiful manner, and that if there was anything in our religion that could make a man die like that, he wanted it. He said Wong Yun had talked about his God and the home in glory all the day before he died. He exhorted them all to get ready, because Jesus was coming soon. He read his Bible as long as he was able to see, and then, like a tired child, went to sleep.
I was not ashamed of the tears that ran down my face as I thought of the power of God in a poor Chinaman's heart, rescued from heathenism, that could thus buoy him up as he was passing out of this life; and I felt that it was worth all the parting from home and loved ones to be able to join in the work of saving such souls for the Master's kingdom.