<h2>II</h2>
<h3>EARLY LESSONS IN THE<br/> LIFE OF FAITH</h3>
<div class="blockquot"><p>"I love the Lord, because he hath heard
my voice and my supplications."—<i>Psalm
116:1.</i></p>
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<div class='cap'>WHEN a very little child, so young I can
remember nothing earlier, a severe
thunderstorm passed over our home. Terrified,
I ran to my mother, who placed my
hands together, and pointing upward repeated
over and over again the one word
"Jesus."</div>
<p>More than fifty years have passed since
that day, but the impression left upon my
child-mind, of a Being invisible but able to
hear and help, has never been effaced.</p>
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<p>The most precious recollections of early
childhood are associated with stories told us
by our mother, many of which illustrated the
power of prayer.</p>
<p>One that made a specially deep impression
upon me was about our grandfather, who as
a little boy went to visit cousins in the south
of England, their home being situated close<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</SPAN></span>
to a dense forest. One day the children,
lured by the beautiful wild flowers, became
hopelessly lost in the woods. After trying in
vain to find a way out, the eldest, a young
girl, called the frightened, crying little ones
around her and said: "When mother died she
told us to always tell Jesus if we were in any
trouble. Let us kneel down, and ask him to
take us home."</p>
<p>They knelt, and as she prayed one of the
little ones opened his eyes, to find a bird so
close to his hand that he reached out for it.
The bird hopped away, but kept so close to
the child as to lead him on. Soon all were
joining in the chase after the bird, which
flew or hopped in front or just above, and
sometimes on the ground almost within
reach. Then suddenly it flew into the air
and away. The children looked up to find
themselves on the edge of the woods and in
sight of home.</p>
<p>With such influences bearing upon one at
an impressionable age, it is not surprising
that I came even as a very little child to just
"tell Jesus" when in trouble.</p>
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<p>Through the mists of memory one incident
comes out clearly, which occurred when I
was six or seven years of age. While playing
one day in the garden, I was seized with<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</SPAN></span>
what we then called "jumping" toothache. I
ran to my mother for comfort, but nothing
she could do seemed to ease the pain.</p>
<p>The nerve must have become exposed, for
the pain was acute. Suddenly I thought,
"Jesus can help me," and just as I was, with
my face pressed against my mother's breast,
I said in my heart:</p>
<p>"Lord Jesus, if you will take away this
toothache right now, <i>now</i>, I will be your little
girl for three years."</p>
<p>Before the prayer was well uttered the pain
was entirely gone. I believed that Jesus had
taken it away; and the result was that for
years, when tempted to be naughty, I was
afraid to do what I knew was wrong lest, if
I broke my side of what I felt to be a compact,
the toothache would return. This little
incident had a real influence over my early
life, gave me a constant sense of the reality
of a divine presence, and so helped to prepare
me for the public confession of Christ as my
Saviour a few years later, at the age of
eleven.</p>
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<p>About a year after my confession of Christ
an incident occurred which greatly strengthened
my faith, and led me to look to God as a
Father in a new way.</p>
<p>When Easter Sunday morning came it was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</SPAN></span>
so warm only spring clothes could be worn.
My sister and I decided at breakfast that we
would not go to church, as we had only
our old winter dresses. Going to my room,
I turned to my Bible to study it, when it
opened at the sixth chapter of Matthew, and
my eye rested on these words: "Why take ye
thought for raiment . . . seek ye first the kingdom
of God, and all these things shall be
added unto you."</p>
<p>It was as if God spoke the words directly
to me. I determined to go to church, even if
I had to humiliate myself by going in my old
winter dress. The Lord was true to his
promise; I can still feel the power the resurrection
messages had upon my heart that day
so long ago. And further, on the following
day a box came from a distant aunt, containing
not only new dresses but much else that
might well be included in the "all these
things."</p>
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<p>An unforgetable proof of God's loving
care came to us as a family about this time,
when my parents were face to face with a
serious financial crisis. Isaiah 65:24 was
literally fulfilled: "Before they call, I will
answer; and while they are yet speaking, I
will hear."</p>
<p>At that time, it is necessary to state, we<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span>
depended on a quarterly income, which came
through my mother's lawyer in England.
Unusual circumstances had so drained our
resources that we found ourselves, in the
middle of the quarter, with barely sufficient
to meet a week's needs. My dear mother
assured us that the Lord would provide; that
he would not forsake those who put their
trust in him. That very day a letter came
from the lawyer in England, enclosing a
draft for a sum ample to meet our needs till
the regular remittance should arrive. This
unexpected and timely draft proved to be a
bonus, which did not occur again.</p>
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<p>Some years later, having moved to a
strange city, a great longing came to do some
definite service for my Master. One day
there came to the Bible class I attended a call
for teachers, to aid in a Sunday-school near
by. When I presented myself before the
superintendent of this Sunday-school the following
Sunday, and offered my services, it
is not much wonder I received a rebuff, for I
was young and quite unknown. I was told
that if I wished a class, it would be well for
me to find my own scholars. I can remember
how a lump seemed choking me all the
way home that day.</p>
<p>At last, determining not to be baffled, I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</SPAN></span>
prayed the Lord to help me get some scholars.
I went forth praying every step of the way,
the following Saturday afternoon; and canvassing
just one short street near our home,
I received the promise of nineteen children
for Sunday-school. The next day a rather
victorious young woman walked up to the
Sunday-school superintendent with seventeen
children following. Needless to say I was
given a class.</p>
<p>In the autumn of 1885 the Toronto Mission
Union, a faith mission, decided to establish
a branch mission in the East End slums
of that city. Three others with myself were
deputed to open this work. Everything connected
with it was entirely new to me; but
most helpful and inspiring I found it. For
in face of tremendous difficulties, that seemed
to my inexperienced eyes insurmountable, I
learned that prayer was the secret which
overcame every obstacle, the key that unlocked
every closed door.</p>
<p>I felt like a child learning a new and wonderful
lesson—as I saw benches, tables,
chairs, stove, fuel, lamps, oil, even an organ,
coming in answer to definite prayer for these
things. But best sight of all was when men
and women, deep in sin, were converted and
changed into workers for God, in answer to
prayer. Praise God for the lessons then<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</SPAN></span>
learned, which were invaluable later when
facing the heathen.</p>
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<p>The time came when two diverse paths lay
before me—one to England, as an artist;
one to China, as a missionary. Circumstances
made a definite decision most difficult.
I thought I had tried every means to find out
God's will for me, and no light had come.</p>
<p>But in a day of great trouble, when my
precious mother's very life seemed to hang
in the balance, I shut myself up with God's
Word, praying definitely for him to guide me
to some passage by which I might know his
will for my life. My Bible opening at the fifteenth
chapter of John's Gospel, the sixteenth
verse seemed to come as a message to me:
"Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen
you, and ordained you, that ye should go and
bring forth fruit." Going to my dear mother
and telling her of the message God had given
me, she said: "I dare not fight against God."</p>
<p>From that time the last hindrance from
going to China was removed. Surely the
wonderful way God has kept his child for
more than thirty years in China is proof
that this "call" was not a mistaken one.
"In all thy ways acknowledge him, and
he will make plain thy paths" (Prov. 3:
6, marg.).<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>During the summer of 1887 a book written
by Dr. Hudson Taylor came into my hands.
In "China's Spiritual Needs and Claims" the
writer told many instances of God's gracious
provision in answer to prayer. The incidents
related impressed me deeply. A little
later, a few weeks before my marriage, when
I found I was short fifty dollars of what I
would need to be married free of debt, I resolved
not to let others know of my need, but
to just trust God to send it to me. The
thought came—if you cannot trust God for
this, when Hudson Taylor could trust for so
much more, are you worthy to be a missionary?</p>
<p>It was my first experience of trusting quite
alone for money. I was sorely tempted to
give others just a hint of my need. But I
was kept back from doing so; and though I
had a week or more of severe testing, peace
of mind and the assurance that God would
supply my need, came at length. The answer,
however, did not come till the very last
night before the wedding.</p>
<p>That evening a number of my fellow-workers
from the East End Mission called, and
presented me with a beautifully illuminated
address and a purse. After these friends had
left I returned to my home circle assembled
in the back parlor, and showed them the address<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span>
and the purse unopened! Not for a
moment did I think there was anything in the
purse till my brother said: "You foolish girl,
why don't you open it?" I opened the purse,
and found it contained a check for fifty
dollars!</p>
<p>This incident has ever remained peculiarly
precious; for it seemed to us a seal of God
upon the new life opening before us.</p>
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