veth in
Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." One boy carried a
large white umbrella, then followed the coffin, carried by eight men,
behind which the wife and nearest relatives went weeping and wailing,
recalling all the virtues of the one who had gone from them. Further
behind, other relatives and friends followed, ourselves among the
number, all with white headgear.
The remains of Mr. Lue were put to rest on the quiet hillside, beside
his first wife. Before he died, we had chosen the words for his
gravestone--"He that believeth in Me, though he die, yet shall he
live," and also the word of the Apostle Paul, "For ever with the Lord."
Yes, for ever with the Lord, separated from us for a little while, but
not for ever. Here the short time of warfare apart, there the long
eternity of victory and blessedness together. What a glorious hope is
ours!
God's ways are wonderful, and His thoughts past finding out. To our
finite minds, Mr. Lue seemed needed here. The Lord had put him in a
place where he had many opportunities for service, and those
opportunities were not left unheeded or misused. "Oh, that he might be
spared to us!" that was the cry in the beginning, but already we began
to see the purpose of God in taking His servant away, as so much was
accomplished through his death. God, our God, does not make any
mistakes. He buries His servants but carries on His work. May it be
said at the end of the life of each one of us, as I think it might
truly be written over Mr. Lue's service--"He has done what he could!"
CHAPTER XXIII
ANOTHER JEWEL WON FOR CHRIST
"Old Grandfather, you are early this morning at your worship." Thus
Mrs. Lue addressed an old man who was earnestly worshipping at a shrine
she was passing. Her heart went out in compassion for the old man, who
was nearing the end of life's journey without God and without hope. So
she addressed him kindly, hoping she would be able to point him to
Christ. The old man was hard of hearing. After having finished his
worship, he slowly turned round and looked at her, and again she
repeated her greeting. "You are early at your worship, old
Grandfather. You are very earnest about it."
"Well may I be in earnest," he replied, "for herein my only hope lies.
I am an old man, without kith or kin, without anybody to care for my
soul when I die."
"But you are wasting your money on worshipping these false gods, and
you are spending yo
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