ime when Mrs. Lue had her heart's desire
in seeing Mrs. Wen beginning to seek after God. In the midst of that
joy the testing time began, and the Lord brought His child through deep
waters. For days and weeks she was lying on her sick-bed, with,
humanly speaking, no hope of recovery. These weeks were hard and
trying, especially to her loved ones, who watched her anxiously. The
native doctors had given up the case as beyond their ability, and said
there was nothing more to be done; Mrs. Lue would never get well again.
Many friends crowded around and entreated her to make her peace with
the gods she had offended, and to let some Taoist ceremonies be
performed for her, as that was her only hope of restoration to health.

She, of course, would not hear of it, and to one and all testified to
the joy and peace she had in God. "Do not worry about me," she said
brightly, "I am not afraid to die. I rather long for death, for I
shall then be at home with Jesus, which is far better." Weak as she
was, she used every opportunity for pointing the unsaved ones to
Christ. When asked if she did not feel anxious about leaving her
husband, and the children who were still young, she replied, "The Lord
will take care of them." She was anxious about nothing, but was
longing for her heavenly home, although she said she would be glad to
serve the Lord a little longer, if He wanted her here.

Many went away wondering what the treasure was that she possessed,
which they knew nothing about. A wonderful treasure it must be, they
reflected, to keep her so calm and peaceful, yes, even rejoicing in the
face of death. But others insisted that the gods were punishing Mrs.
Lue for having left them; and as she would not take their advice and try
to reconcile the idols, they were furious and loud in their
denunciations of her. One of Mrs. Lue's relatives came to her and said:

"I am so frightened for you, all the people are cursing you. They
declare you are now reaping your punishment for leaving the idols."

Mrs. Lue only smiled and answered, "Let them curse, they can do me no
harm, neither they nor their gods of clay, for my God does bless me."

"But they say, you will surely die."

"Even if I should die, there is no punishment. I shall be most glad to
go to my Saviour, and I have nothing to be afraid of. I shall only
have the greater happiness and glory."

It need scarcely be said that we pleaded earnestly and constantly with
God