<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2>
<h3>FURTHER ANSWERS TO PRAYER</h3>
<div class='cap'>THE remarkable and gracious deliverance I have spoken
of, was a great joy to me, as well as a strong confirmation
of faith; but of course ten shillings, however
economically used, will not go very far, and it was none
the less necessary to continue in prayer, asking that the
larger supply which was still due might be remembered and
paid. All my petitions, however, appeared to remain unanswered;
and before a fortnight had elapsed I found
myself pretty much in the same position that I had
occupied on the Sunday night already made so memorable.
Meanwhile, I continued pleading with <span class="smcap">God</span>, more
and more earnestly, that He would graciously remind
my employer that my salary was overdue. Of course it
was not the want of the money that distressed me—that
could have been had at any time for the asking—but the
question uppermost in my mind was this: "Can I go to
China? or will my want of faith and power with <span class="smcap">God</span> prove
to be so serious an obstacle as to preclude my entering
upon this much-prized service?"</div>
<p>As the week drew to a close I felt exceedingly embarrassed.
There was not only myself to consider; on
Saturday night a payment would be due to my Christian
landlady which I knew she could not well dispense with.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span>
Ought I not, for her sake, to speak about the matter of
the salary? Yet to do so would be, to myself at any
rate, the admission that I was not fitted to undertake a
missionary enterprise. I gave nearly the whole of Thursday
and Friday—all the time not occupied in my necessary
employment—to earnest wrestling with <span class="smcap">God</span> in prayer.
But still on Saturday morning I was in the same position
as before. And now my earnest cry was for guidance
as to whether it was my duty to break silence and speak
to my employer, or whether I should still continue to wait
the <span class="smcap">Father</span>'s time. As far as I could judge, I received the
assurance that to wait His time was best; and that <span class="smcap">God</span>
in some way or other would interpose on my behalf. So
I waited, my heart being now at rest and the burden gone.</p>
<p>About five o'clock that Saturday afternoon, when the
doctor had finished writing his prescriptions, his last
circuit for the day being taken, he threw himself back in
his arm-chair, as he was wont, and began to speak of the
things of <span class="smcap">God</span>. He was a truly Christian man, and many
seasons of very happy spiritual fellowship we had together.
I was busily watching, at the time, a pan in which a
decoction was boiling that required a good deal of attention.
It was indeed fortunate for me that it was so, for without
any obvious connection with what had been going on, all
at once he said, "By-the-bye, Taylor, is not your salary
due again?" My emotion may be imagined! I had to
swallow two or three times before I could answer. With
my eye fixed on the pan and my back to the doctor,
I told him as quietly as I could that it was overdue some
little time. How thankful I felt at that moment! <span class="smcap">God</span>
surely had heard my prayer, and caused him, in this
time of my great need, to remember the salary without
any word or suggestion from me. He replied, "Oh, I am
so sorry you did not remind me! You know how busy I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</SPAN></span>
am; I wish I had thought of it a little sooner, for only
this afternoon I sent all the money I had to the bank,
otherwise I would pay you at once." It is impossible to
describe the revulsion of feeling caused by this unexpected
statement. I knew not what to do. Fortunately for me
my pan boiled up, and I had a good reason for rushing with
it from the room. Glad indeed I was to get away, and
keep out of sight until after the doctor had returned to his
house, and most thankful that he had not perceived my
emotion.</p>
<p>As soon as he was gone I had to seek my little
sanctum, and pour out my heart before the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> for some
time, before calmness—and more than calmness—thankfulness,
and joy were restored to me. I felt that <span class="smcap">God</span> had
His own way, and was not going to fail me. I had sought
to know His will early in the day, and as far as I could
judge had received guidance to wait patiently; and now
<span class="smcap">God</span> was going to work for me in some other way.</p>
<p>That evening was spent, as my Saturday evenings
usually were, in reading the Word and preparing the
subjects on which I expected to speak in the various
lodging-houses on the morrow. I waited, perhaps, a
little longer than usual. At last, about ten o'clock, there
being no interruption of any kind, I put on my overcoat,
and was preparing to leave for home, rather thankful
to know that by that time I should have to let myself
in with the latch-key, as my landlady retired early to
rest. There was certainly no help for that night; but
perhaps <span class="smcap">God</span> would interpose for me by Monday, and I
might be able to pay my landlady early in the week the
money I would have given her before, had it been possible.</p>
<p>Just as I was preparing to turn down the gas, I heard
the doctor's step in the garden which lay between the
dwelling-house and surgery. He was laughing to himself<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</SPAN></span>
very heartily, as though greatly amused by something.
Entering the surgery, he asked for the ledger, and told
me that, strange to say, one of his richest patients had
just come to pay his doctor's bill—was it not an odd
thing to do? It never struck me that it might have any
bearing on my own particular case, or I might have felt
embarrassed; but looking at it simply from the position of
an uninterested spectator, I also was highly amused that a
man who was rolling in wealth should come after ten
o'clock at night to pay a doctor's bill, which he could any
day have met by a cheque with the greatest ease. It
appeared that somehow or other he could not rest with
this on his mind, and had been constrained to come
at that unusual hour to discharge his liability.</p>
<p>The account was duly receipted in the ledger, and
the doctor was about to leave, when suddenly he turned,
and handing me some of the bank notes just received,
said, to my surprise and thankfulness, "By the way, Taylor,
you might as well take these notes; I have not any change,
but can give you the balance next week." Again I was
left—my feelings undiscovered—to go back to my own
little closet and praise the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> with a joyful heart that
after all I might go to China.</p>
<p>To me this incident was not a trivial one; and to recall
it sometimes, in circumstances of great difficulty, in China
or elsewhere, has proved no small comfort and strength.</p>
<p>By-and-by the time drew near when it was thought desirable
that I should leave Hull to attend the medical course
of the London Hospital. A little while spent there, and
then I had every reason to believe that my life-work in
China would commence. But much as I had rejoiced
at the willingness of <span class="smcap">God</span> to hear and answer prayer and
to help His half-trusting, half-timid child, I felt that I
could not go to China without having still further developed<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</SPAN></span>
and tested my power to rest upon His faithfulness;
and a marked opportunity for doing so was providentially
afforded me.</p>
<p>My dear father had offered to bear all the expense of
my stay in London. I knew, however, that, owing to
recent losses, it would mean a considerable sacrifice for
him to undertake this just when it seemed necessary for
me to go forward. I had recently become acquainted
with the Committee of the Chinese Evangelisation Society,
in connection with which I ultimately left for China,
and especially with its secretary, my esteemed and much-loved
friend Mr. George Pearse, then of the Stock Exchange,
but now<SPAN name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</SPAN> and for many years himself a missionary.
Not knowing of my father's proposition, the Committee
also kindly offered to bear my expenses while in London.
When these proposals were first made to me, I was not
quite clear as to what I ought to do, and in writing to
my father and the secretaries, told them that I would
take a few days to pray about the matter before deciding
any course of action. I mentioned to my father that
I had had this offer from the Society, and told the
secretaries also of his proffered aid.</p>
<p>Subsequently, while waiting upon <span class="smcap">God</span> in prayer for
guidance, it became clear to my mind that I could without
difficulty decline both offers. The secretaries of the
Society would not know that I had cast myself wholly
on <span class="smcap">God</span> for supplies, and my father would conclude that
I had accepted the other offer. I therefore wrote declining
both propositions, and felt that without any one having
either care or anxiety on my account I was simply in the
hands of <span class="smcap">God</span>, and that He, who knew my heart, if He
wished to encourage me to go to China, would bless my
effort to depend upon Him alone at home.</p>
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