His Way is Perfect (1903-1905)
Two glad services are ours,
Both the Master loves to bless;
First we serve with all our powers,
Then with all our feebleness.
Nothing else the soul uplifts
Save to serve Him night and day;
Serve Him when He gives His gifts,
Serve Him when He takes away.
It was in this spirit that Taylor met the last great sorrow of his life. In the remote Swiss hamlet Jennie was drawing near the end of her earthly pilgrimage. She had been confined to bed for a few weeks in that summer of 1904, and the end came quietly. A last gift to the Mission of £100 as ‘a thank-offering for mercies received and expected’; a few days so peaceful and tender that those about her caught the reflection in those deeply shining eyes of a Presence to them unseen, and then the silent crossing of the swift, dark river.
‘No pain, no pain,’ she said repeatedly, though for some hours the difficulty in breathing was distressing. Towards
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morning, seeing her husband’s anguish:
“Ask Him to take me quickly,’ she whispered. Never had he had a harder prayer to pray; but for her sake he cried to God to free the waiting spirit. Five minutes later the breathing became quiet—and in a
little while all was peace.
But for him the desolation was unutterable. On the wall of the little sitting-room hung a
text, the last purchase they had made together, and many a time during the days that followed did he look up through his tears to the words in blue, shining out from their white background:
‘Celui qui a fait les promesses est fidele.’
‘My grace is sufficient,’ had been almost her last words to him, and then ‘He will not fail.’ Upon this certainty he rested now in the desolation he had so little strength to endure, remembering her constant joy in the will of God and that, as he recalled again and again, “She never thought anything could be better.’
He was not without congenial society at Chevalleyres that winter. Not only was his niece, Mary Broomhall, with him, but some old friends from Toronto made a stay of several months and entered into all his interests. A decided improvement in health encouraged him to hope that with the spring he might even think of returning to China; and the desire gaining ground, it was arranged that he should do so, travelling by way of America accompanied by his son and daughter-in-law.
How short the time was to be, and how full of precious experiences, no one anticipated. Only six weeks lay before him in China, but frail though he was for the long journeys undertaken, there was no sign that the end was near, and least of all did he himself expect it.
Landing at Shanghai on April 17th (1905), he was welcomed by a representative company at the Mission house, for the Spring Council Meetings were in session. Hoste and Stevenson were there together with some who had come through the worst of the Boxer outbreak, and Meadows, whose association with Taylor went back to the days of the Ningpo Mission, had come up from Chekiang. The flowers that filled his rooms, the comforts forethought had provided, and the letters of love and sympathy that flowed in, all revealed the love and veneration in which he was held.
Easter was spent at Yangchow, home of so many memories! From the new Mission house near the hills at Chinkiang it was an easy walk to the cemetery overlooking the river, where in the long ago years that seemed somehow not far away lie had laid his heart’s best treasures. There the names of four of his children were engraved beside their mother’s; and the memories were sweet rather than sorrowful, for the partings were long since past and reunion must be at hand. To a group of young workers just setting out for inland stations he spoke a few words of loving counsel:
It is a great privilege to meet many of you here. I have met many here in days gone by. My dear wife died by me here. In spirit our loved ones may be nearer to us than we think; and HE is near, nearer than we think. The Lord Jesus will never leave nor forsake us. Count on Him; enjoy Him: abide in Him. Do, dear friends, be true to Him and to His Word. He will never
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disappoint you.
“You may be tired often and lonely ote he said to one in parting, “but the Lord knows just how much each cup costs. Look to Him; He will never disappoint you.’
Steamer to Hankow was an easy stage that brought him once again to that busy centre of the Mission at which there was so much coming and going for the far interior. Here the welcome was just as warm as at Shanghai, and old friends of other Societies gathered round him with every token of affection. Dr. Griffith John, still in the ripeness of his strength, was there and seemed to remember Taylor’s love of music, singing hymn after hymn with all the old Welsh fire. Dr. W. A. P. Martin too, came over from Wuchang to join the circle, the missionary life of the three together amounting to no less than 156 years.
The journey to Hankow having been accomplished in safety, Taylor felt encouraged to go a
little farther and make trial of the new railway running northward to Peking. If he could only reach one or two of the stations in Honan, it would be so good to be right in the interior again!
‘Once before on just such a May morning we had left Hankow on the same journey,’ wrote one of his companions, “but then - it was by barrow, and many a weary day lay between us and our destination. Now, two weeks of strenuous travelling was replaced by a run of twenty-four hours. It was a wonderful change, and as we glided swiftly over the ifon’road we felt as if there must be a rude awakening. But no, it went on and on, fresh surprises meeting us at every point, until only six hours after leaving Hankow we steamed through the long tunnel under the mountains between Hupeh and Honan, and found ourselves once again in that familiar province.’
A visit to Yencheng, a station to which the railway brought them, was followed by one to the neighbouring station though it involved an overland journey. A night, indeed, had to be spent in an inn, which was an outstanding experience for its strangeness and yet familiarity-—just an ordinary wayside inn like so many hundreds Taylor had known in earlier days.
After he had gone to rest a touching little incident happened, which he did not hear of until morning. It was between ten and eleven at night when a Chinese Christian, who had heard in his village not far away of Taylor’s being in the inn that night, arrived. He had come over after his long day’s work to pay his respects to the Venerable Chief Pastor. It was explained that Taylor was now sleeping; that the journey had tired him very much, and that it would hardly do to awaken him.
‘Never mind, never mind,’ said the visitor. Then, fumbling with something he was carrying, he pushed a little bundle through the paper window:
‘Why, what is this?’ he was asked.
“Oh, nothing! It is only my poor little intention. It is my duty to provide for the Venerable Pastor while he is near our village.’
It was 200 cash, money the man had brought for Taylor’s expenses at the inn.
As heavy rains came on, an easier method of returning to the railway was suggested. Hour by hour the river rose behind the Mission house, until with a good current boats were going downstream cheerily. On one of these the journey was made, and instead of parting when the railway was reached, Taylor decided to go right on to a
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station where his daughter (Mrs. Coulthard) had been the first woman missionary.
And so, just a step at a time, the way opened until he had visited five of the centres in Honan, meeting with the missionaries from as many others. To his son and daughter in-law the latter part of the journey was of special interest, as the two stations to which he travelled by sedan chair they had had a part in opening. Every tree and house looked just as they had seen them scores of times, until they neared the first of the two cities (Chenchow-fu) and there something unusual arrested their attention.
_On the main highway a crowd of men and boys were gathered near a table, standing in the sunlight, with several bright gleaming objects held up in their hands. They were the Christians from Chenchow-fu who had come out to meet the travellers. The table was spread with refreshments; the glittering objects shining in the sun were four large golden characters (Nui-ti en-ren, Benefactor of Inland China) held up to greet Taylor—the motto to be fixed on a banner they were preparing to present when he arrived.
When they reached the house inside the city they found the whole courtyard covered in, with a broad platform arranged at one end, draped in red, and welcome written large on everything. Taylor was much among the Christians during the days spent there, and: spoke to them once or twice by interpretation. At a Christian Endeavour meeting they were all presented with silver badges, and enrolled as members of the Chenchow branch. Taylor was very pleased with the way in which it was done, and wore the sign of membership on his coat right on to the end.
Some of the Christians at Taikang hired a cart and came to Chenchow, a whole day’s journey, to meet the travellers. On the way they passed a letter-carrier who said that Taylor was not well and that he would have to turn back without visiting their city. Upon this the Taikang friends were greatly distressed, and stopped in the middle of the road to pray that the Lord would strengthen him and help him to undertake the journey.
‘O Lord, what have we done,’ they said; ‘that the Venerable Pastor should come thousands of miles from the other side of the world, and after months of travelling stop short just one day’s journey from our city? O Lord, we too are his little children! Help him to come on and visit us.’
Great was their joy a few hours later, when they reached Chenchow, to find a baptismal service in progress, with Taylor taking part, and to hear that he had already made up his mind to go on to Taikang next day!
Taylor and his party found themselves at Chowkiakow for a Sunday, and as it happened, Sunday, May 21st. The Christians came to know it was his birthday, and prepared a beautiful scarlet satin banner to present to him, bearing the inscription ‘O man greatly beloved.’ One after another they rose and made little addresses to Taylor, some of them very heart-moving.
It was Friday, May 26th, when the party reached Hankow once more, the thirty-ninth anniversary of the sailing of the Lammermuir. Only eight days were left of his earthly pilgrimage, five in May and three in June—and then the ‘far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory’.
After a quiet Sunday in Hankow he set out on the last journey he was to take, though none could know it then. He had decided to go by steamer to Changsha, capital of the province of Hunan, which he had never visited. First of the far inland provinces the Mission had attempted to enter, it had been the last in which settled residence had been obtained, and for more than thirty years Taylor had borne it specially upon his heart in prayer.
As they crossed the far-reaching lake and steamed up the river, passing well-built cities, beautiful pagodas and temples, rich plains covered with ripening crops, and noble mountain ranges near and distant, he could not but think of all the toil and prayer of years gone by, of buried lives and dauntless faith, richly rewarded at last in the change that was coming over the attitude of the people. Until eight or nine years previously, there had not been one Protestant missionary settled in the province. None had been able to.gain a footing. No fewer than 111 missionaries were to be found there now, connected with thirteen societies, working in seventeen central stations and aided by a strong band of Chinese helpers.
It was Thursday afternoon, June Ist, when they reached the capital, Changsha, and were welcomed by Dr. and Mrs. Keller. On the following day it rained all the morning, but after lunch, sedan chairs were called and Taylor was taken to the T’ien Sin Koh, a lofty building on the highest point of the city wall. He climbed to the second storey and was delighted with the wonderful view of mountains, plain and river, and afterwards went to see the site for a new hospital.
On Saturday, he did not go down to breakfast, but was dressed and reading when his tray was taken up. He was to speak to the Chinese friends that morning, many of whom had just read _A Retrospect translated into Chinese. Mr. Li the evangelist responded to Taylor’s words, and expressed the love and joy with which they welcomed him to Changsha.
That afternoon a reception had been arranged to give all the missionaries in the city an opportunity of meeting Taylor. It was cool and pleasant in the little garden on to which the sitting-room opened, and tea was served on the lawn, surrounded by trees and flowers. He sat in the midst of the guests for.an hour or more, evidently enjoying the quiet, happy time, and after all had left one of the doctors remained with him for half an hour. Speaking of the privilege of bringing everything to God in prayer, Dr. Barrie said that he was sometimes hindered by the feeling that many things were too small, really, to pray about. Taylor’s answer was that he did not know anything about it about such a distinction, probably. Then he added:
. There is nothing small, and there is nothing great: only God is great, and we should trust Him fully.
When the evening meal was ready Taylor did not feel inclined to go down, and a
little later he was preparing to go to rest when his son brought him his supper. While waiting for him to be comfortably settled, his daughter-inlaw spent a few minutes alone on the little roof-platform. Enjoying the cool and quietness under the starlit sky, she stood looking across at the distant mountains and river little realising, as she wrote later,
...that in less than one half-hour our loved one would be with the Lord! Was the golden gate already swinging back on its hinges? Were the hosts of welcoming angels gathering to receive his
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spirit? What was happening, even then, over the sleeping city?
Knowing nothing, realising nothing, I went down. Dear Father was in bed, the lamp burning on the chair beside him, and he was leaning over it with his pocket-book lying open and the home letters it contained spread out as he loved to have them. I drew the pillow up more comfortably under his head, and sat down on a low chair close beside him. As he said nothing, I began talking a
little about the pictures in the Missionary Review lying open on the bed. Howard left the room to fetch something that had been forgotten for supper, and I was just in the middle of a sentence when Father turned his head quickly and gave a little gasp. I looked up, thinking he was going to sneeze. But another came, then another! He gave no cry and said no word: He was not choking or distressed for breath. He did not look at me or seem conscious of anything.
I ran to the door and called Howard, but before he could reach the bedside it was evident that the end had come. I ran back to call Dr. Keller, who was just at the foot of the stairs. In less time than it takes to write it he was with us, but only to see dear Father draw his last breath. It was not.death—but the glad, swift entry upon life immortal.
‘My father, my father, the chariots of Israel and the horsemen thereof!’
And oh, the look of rest and calm that came over the dear face was wonderful! The weight of years seemed to pass away in a few moments. The weary lines vanished. He looked like a child ' quietly sleeping, and the very room seemed full of unutterable peace.
Tenderly they laid him down, too surprised to realise for the moment their own great loss. There was nothing more to be done.
The precious service of months was ended. Chinese friends went out to make arrangements, but we could hardly bring ourselves to leave that quiet room. All the house was still, hallowed by a serenity and sweetness that hardly seemed of earth. Though he was gone, a wonderful love and tenderness seemed still to draw us to his side. Oh, the comfort of seeing him so utterly rested! Dear Father, all the weariness over, all the journeyings ended—safe home, safe home at last!
One by one or in little groups friends and Chinese Christians gathered round his bed. Even in those short days the sweetness and simplicity of his life had won their hearts.
‘O Si-mu,’ whispered one woman as she left the room, ‘ts ’ien ts ’ien wan-wan-tih t’ien-shi tsieh t’a liao!’ (thousands and myriads of angels have welcomed him).
Last of all a young evangelist and his wife, a bride of eighteen, came up. They had journeyed in from an outstation on purpose to meet Taylor, whose Retrospect they had been reading. Together they stood beside the bed in silence, until the young man said:
‘Do you think that I might touch his hand?’
Then he bent over him, took one of Taylor’s lifeless hands in his and, stroking it tenderly, began to talk to him Just as if he could hear. He seemed to forget everything else in a great longing just to reach the one who still seemed near, and make him feel his love and gratitude.
‘Lao Muh-si, Lao Muh-si,’ he said tenderly (dear and venerable Pastor), ‘we truly love you. We have come today to see you. We longed to look into your face. We, too, are your little children, Lao Muh-si, Lao Muh-si. You opened for us the road, the road to Heaven. You loved us and prayed for us long years. We came today to look upon your face.
“You look so happy, so peaceful! You are smiling. Your face
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is quiet and pleased. You cannot speak to us tonight. We do not want to bring you back: but we will follow you. We shall come to you, Lao Muh-si. You will welcome us by and by.’
And all the time he held his hand, bending over him and stroking it gently, his young wife standing by.
Downstairs, meanwhile, another touching scene was taking place. Those who had been out to make arrangements returned, bringing a coffin and bearers and everything necessary for the last journey. They had hoped when first they learned of Taylor’s Home-call that he would be buried in Hunan, and had rejoiced to think that in this way they might keep him among them still. But when it was explained that his family grave was in Chinkiang and he had always wished to be laid beside his loved ones should he die in China, they set aside their own desire, and did all they could to forward the departure of the cortége.
They sent word to Taylor’s son, asking if they might speak with him. He went at once and, gathering round him, they said that they had wished to obtain a more beautiful coffin, but had been obliged to be satisfied with the best they could find ready-made; that he need not ask _ the price, for it was their gift, the gift of the church; for if they could not be allowed to keep the Venerable Chief Pastor in Hunan, they must at any rate a everything for him at their own expense. fs
It was a great surprise, but they would take no denial. Had not the Lord brought their beloved father in the faith to Changsha, and permitted them to look upon his face? From their midst had he not been translated? Hunan Christians had been the last, to hear his voice, to receive his blessing. Theirs must ne the privilege of providing for his last needs.
So Hunan hands prepared his last resting-place, Hunan hearts planned all with loving care—one little company of the great multitude his life had blessed.
By the mighty river at Chinkiang they laid him, where it rolls its waters two miles wide towards the sea. Much might be said of the love and veneration shown to his memory; of memorial services in Shanghai, London and elsewhere; of eulogies in the public press; of sympathetic resolutions passed by missionary and other societies, and of personal letters from high and low in many lands. From the striking tribute of a High Church bishop in The Guardian to tender reminiscences of fellow-workers, many were the written and spoken words that showed him to have been not only ‘the heart-beat felt throughout the Mission,’ but a vital force of life and love in almost every part, one might say, of the Body of Christ. But the voices that linger longest are thase he would have loved the best—the voices of Chinese children singing sweet hymns of praise as they laid their little offerings of flowers upon his resting-place.
“Thus one by one the stars that are to shine for ever in God’s firmament appear in their celestial places, and the children of the Kingdom enter upon the blessedness of their Father’s house not made with hands.’
Footnotes —
' The Treaty Ports of Canton, Amoy, Fuchow, Ningpo and Shanghai, opened by the Treaty of Ninking, which concluded the first opium war with England, in 1842.
? The order in which the British Societies commenced work in China, up to this point, is as follows:
1807. The London Missionary Society; sending Robert Morrison to Canton.
After the Treaty of Nanking —
1843. The British and Foreign Bible Society.
1844. The Church Missionary Society.
1845. The Baptist Missionary Society.
1847. The English Presbyterian Mission, whose first representative was the Rev. William Burns.
> Dr. Gutzlaff passed away at Hong Kong on August 9th, 1851, devotedly labouring among the Chinese until his brief but fatal illness came on.;
4 This was the Rev. F. J. Roberts of the American Baptist Missionary Union. Hung Siu-ts’tien, founder and leader of the Taiping movement, first learned the Truth from a
tract given him during a literary examination in Canton, by Liang A-fah, one of Morrison’s converts. Subsequently he returned to Canton to hear more of the new doctrine, and spent two or three months in studying the Scriptures under the direction of Roberts. Though _ he did not remain long enough to be baptised and received into church fellowship, he had learned enough of the spirit and teaching of Christianity to make him a missionary to his own people on his return to Kwangsi, the province in which his fervent propaganda began. It was not until bitter persecution from the Chinese authorities had driven his followers to arms, that the movement took on a revolutionary character. ° From the zenith of its triumphant advance on Peking commenced this summer of 1853, the Taiping Rebellion degenerated into a corrupt political movement, deluging the country with blood and sufferings untold during the eleven remaining years of its course. Even so the Imperial Government was powerless to bring it to an end until succoured by Western Powers. England, in the person of General Gordon, Chinese Gordon as he is still appreciatively called, delivered the empire at last from what had become an intolerable evil. Nanking fell before General Gordon in 1864. ° The three characters mean ‘Medhurst Family Enclosure.’ Dr. Medhurst was the author of China, the book Hudson Taylor had borrowed as a lad in Barnsley, which emphasised the value of medical missions and thus directed him in seeking medical training in preparation for missionary work. 7Among the honoured names on the long roll of L.M.S. missionaries few take a higher place than Medhurst, Lockhart, Wylie, Muirhead, Edkins, and Griffith John who joined them a few months later. It was through them that most of the large cities in Kiangsu and north Chekiang provinces first heard the Word of life. Dr. Lockhart was the first medical missionary from England to China. He landed in Canton four years after Dr. Peter Parker from America, and accompanied Dr. Medhurst when, in 1843, he commenced missionary operations in central China. The Rev. J. S. Burdon was the first representative of the Church Missionary Society to commence work in Peking, which became his headquarters for eleven years. A remarkable group of men, reinforced by a remarkable addition in the coming among them of Hudson Taylor.
® The Chinese men wore their hair in a long ponytail, known as a queue.
° A Fu was the governing city of a prefecture (or group of counties), seven to fourteen of which went to make up a province. The word was also applied to the prefect or Mandarin. '° Offerings of money and other objects made in paper, expressly for burning before the idols.
'! Coolie Traffic was the name used for the slave trade. '2 A Christian man, who subsequently joined William Burns as a medical missionary in Swatow.
'3 The Rev. Wm. C. Burns passed away on April 4th, 1868,
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nearly three years after the formation of the China Inland Mission which he had watched with the warmest interest. '* In course of time, and far away in England, this letter came into hands for which it had never been intended. Mr. George Miiller of Bristol, founder of the well-known Orphan Homes, read it, and from that time Hudson Taylor had an interest in his prayers. Furthermore, as soon as the incident became known to him, he sent straight out to China a sum sufficient to cover Taylor’s loss, continuing thereafter to take a practical share in his work, until in a time of special need he was used of God as the principal channel of support to the China Inland Mission. 'S Hudson Taylor’s Bible readings on the Song of Solomon are published under the title Union and Communion.
'6 The Rev. F. F. Gough of the Church Missionary Society, also on furlough from Ningpo, had joined Hudson Taylor in the revision. Mr. Gough’s knowledge of Greek as well as Chinese enabled him to translate from the original.
'7 James Meadows and his bride sailed for China in January 1862, first of the five workers prayed for to reinforce the Joneses in the Ningpo Mission. Mr. Jones’s health broke down not long after, and he died on the journey home.
'8 The only Chinese Christian within reach, Lae-djun was not neglected spiritually. Regularly, as the journals testify, Taylor spent hours with him on Sunday, tired though they must often have been: hours of prayer and Bible study, that had not a little to do with Lae-djun’s subsequent usefulness as the first and for thirty years one of the most devoted Chinese pastors working with the China Inland Mission.
' Bayswater was the home at this time of Mr. and Mrs. B. Broomhall, the beloved sister. Amelia who for many years was Taylor’s chief correspondent.
20 T. J. Barnardo, coming to Coborn Street as a candidate for the China Inland Mission, was advised by Hudson Taylor to. study medicine, and introduced accordingly to the London Hospital. Long after the work for waifs and strays began which has attained such wonderful proportions, he fully intended leaving it to others and going out himself to China.
21When, after two years, Taylor eventually had to dismiss the man for conduct ‘utterly inconsistent with the position of a Christian missionary’, he realised he might be opening the door for the retirement of these three also. So it proved—to the relief of all who had been associated with them, and who had marvelled at Taylor’s patience for so long.
22 Fuh, the character chosen as the nearest in sound to the surname Faulding, means happiness. Ku-niang, the title given to an unmarried woman.
3 The only appeal of any kind that Hudson Taylor had made to the consular authorities had been a verbal message on August 22nd, and a pencilled note the following morning informing them of the situation.
4 George Muller later increased his gifts even more, and for some years sent nearly £2,000 annually to the C.I.M. *° Hudson Taylor and his wife were accompanied on this journey by J. J. Coulthard, one of the party just arrived from England who acted as Taylor’s secretary and afterwards became his son-in-law. 7° Muslim 27 1D. E. Hoste, Stanley P. Smith, C. T. Studd, Montagu Beauchamp, W. W. Cassels, C. P. Polhill, A. T. Polhill. 28 Dr. Edwards, Stevenson, Stanley Smith, and Beauchamp were with him, as well as his son, Herbert Taylor, who had been his companion all the way from Shanghai.
° This proved inadequate however, as it made no allowance for incidental and travelling expenses, house rent, and the like. © Hudson Taylor and Jennie sailed for New York on February 14th, 1894, accompanied by Geraldine Guinness, whose marriage to Dr. Howard Taylor took place on their arrival in Shanghai. 3! At the end of March 1895 the Mission numbered 621 members, settled in 122 central stations, ninety of which were in the eleven formerly unoccupied provinces * Written from Kuling, September 2nd, 1898.
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