Kanamori's life-story : $b Told by himself; how the Higher Criticism wrecked a Japanese Christian—and how he came backKanamori, Paul M.
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Kanamori's life-story : $b Told by himself; how the Higher Criticism wrecked a Japanese Christian—and how he came back
Kanamori, Paul M.
Kanamori, Paul M., 1857-1945
You see, in her childish mind there was no partition between heaven
and earth. Heaven is joined to the earth by her dear mother being
there. She could see now right through to the throne of God, and her
dear mother there. In those days they underwent various spiritual
experiences in a most wonderful manner.
Every evening their favorite hymn was that one which has in its chorus,
“Our friend is waiting on the other side.” In Japanese “friend” is
_tomo_, and my children changed that _tomo_ into “mama,” almost the
same sound, and were singing, “Our mama is waiting on the other side.”
To them the unseen world seemed so near and real that they felt as if
they themselves were living in the same spiritual world with their
departed mother.
In the midst of such a spiritual atmosphere, how could I resist the
influence pouring in upon me from the other side? You know, I had been
a pastor at one time, as well as a professor of theology, so I must
have known intellectually things pertaining to the spiritual world. I
had not forgotten them, only they were clouded by doubt. Thus, while I
was watching these spiritual experiences of my children, gradually the
clouds of doubt and unbelief began to disperse, and once more heaven
opened, and with my spiritual eyes I saw Jesus Christ, my Saviour and
Lord, whom New Theology had taken away from me, still sitting at the
right hand of God: “Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to-day, and
for ever.”
Then I could exclaim with doubting Thomas when he saw the prints of the
nails in the hands of Jesus, “My Lord and my God!” Jesus is my God, my
very God. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,
and the Word _was_ God.”
These verses of Scripture, which I had committed to memory forty
years ago in Captain Janes’ Bible class, now flashed into my mind as
lightning from heaven, and the whole spiritual world was once more
lighted up as in the noonday. Thus I was brought back to my old simple
faith by the words of my child. Indeed, “out of the mouth of babes and
sucklings thou hast perfected praise.” Thus began my return.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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