James Gilmour of Mongolia: His diaries, letters, and reportsGilmour, James
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James Gilmour of Mongolia: His diaries, letters, and reports
Gilmour, James
Gilmour, James, 1843-1891; Missions -- Mongolia
'In August we again visited Ta ChÍng Tz[)u]. I was blue. The fever
of July, the defection of the Mongol donkey man, who failed to come
for us, the diarrh[oe]a, which on the journey changed to dysentery,
being baffled in attempting to find suitable quarters in Ta ChÍng
Tz[)u], and the chilled hearts of the restaurant men, made our
entrance not cheerful. On the way my assistant and I had talked
over matters, and resolved by prayer and endeavour to see what
could be done for the restaurant men. Just ten days after our
arrival the eldest brother called on me in my inn and said,
"To-night I dismiss my gods, henceforth I am a Christian. I am
ready to be baptized any day you may be pleased to name."
'I cannot say what a relief these words brought me. There still
remained anxieties in his case, but in a day or two things came out
all right, and day by day in public in the restaurant he might be
seen studying his catechism when unemployed, and speaking for
Christianity to all who asked what book that was.
'He is a leading spirit, though a poor scholar, and was the deacon
or head of the branch of the sect in Ta ChÍng Tz[)u], called Tsai
li ti. There are some twelve or sixteen members. Most of them
joined the sect through his endeavours, and he is eager to rear up
Christianity in the same way. You will partly understand now how
anxious I am about him. If he goes on all right, we may soon have a
little company of believers there. If he falls away--well, all
things work together for my good.
'One thing that moved these restaurant men towards Christianity was
an incident which happened in their establishment last winter. A
half-drunk Chinaman reviled me badly one evening at dinner. He laid
to my charge many bad and grievous things. Though they were utterly
false as regards me, they might be quite true of some other
foreigner whom he may have met. It was useless to reason with a
drunken man over a case of mistaken identity, so I said nothing,
ate my dinner, paid my bill, and went to my inn. The restaurant men
were very wroth with the man, they told me afterwards, and felt
like "going for" him themselves, and never forgot what they were
pleased to call my patience. In God's providence this little
incident seems to have been an important factor in impressing them
with favourable ideas of Christianity.
'Another thing which seems to have impressed them was their seeing
me this August, day by day at my post in my tent, carrying on the
work, when they knew I was ill, and, according to their ideas,
should have been in bed. I was not really so ill as all that, but
that was their idea. I would be very glad to have another reviling
and another attack of dysentery if the same results would follow.
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