ching."

With that invitation, Mrs. Lue left the old man, but she began to pray
for him and for his salvation. She realized that it would not be easy
for his darkened mind to understand the good news she had been telling
him, and yet she felt that he would be saved. A few days later, old
Grandfather Hsue appeared in her home. He had been thinking about the
strange doctrine, and wanted to know more. Gladly Mrs. Lue explained
the way of salvation to him, and pointed him to the Crucified and Risen
Saviour.

The next Sunday he came to the services, and it did not take him long
to find out that he had at last come upon that which would satisfy his
heart, and for which he had been longing in vain for many years. The
old man, who had been bowing down to wood and stone for eighty years,
was brought into touch with the Living God, who soon became a bright
reality to him. He who had done his utmost to prepare himself for the
world to come, learned to rejoice in the eternal inheritance laid up
for him in heaven. His faith was so simple that it gave no room for
doubt or reasoning. Like a child who, weary with chasing the shadows,
nestles down to rest in his mother's arms, so old Grandfather Hsue
turned from his weary search and vain strivings after peace, and
pillowed his head on the loving breast of his Saviour, and there his
heart found rest.

A year later he was baptized, being then eighty-one years old. How our
hearts rejoiced when we looked upon his shining face and listened to
his bright testimony. Some months before his baptism we asked him,
"Grandfather Hsue, what about your boxes of clothes and all your paper
money?"

"Oh, these false things are burnt. I fetched them down from the loft
and made a bonfire of them."

"Were you not sorry to see them burnt, seeing that you had prepared
them so carefully, and had spent a lot of money on them?"

"Oh no, I do not need them now, for Jesus has prepared all for me.
When I die there is nothing left for others to do but to lower the
coffin already prepared, and complete the grave. Some one will do that
for me. My heart is at peace. I have nothing to be anxious about, but
am just quietly waiting till the Lord Jesus calls me Home."

And so he kept on waiting till he was eighty-three years old, without a
shadow of doubt darkening his simple, child-like faith in the Lord.
One Sunday he gathered as usual with the Lord's people at the little
chapel at Kucheng, and onl