屬靈偉人傳記摘要系列(一)曹雅直(George Stott)溫州第一位宣教士

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13:7從前引導你們、傳神之道給你們的人,你們要想念他們,效法他們的信心,留心看他們為人的結局。

 

我講道和教導時,很喜歡用屬靈偉人的見證例子。我教導到講道法和基督徒全面成長時,提出一個屬靈的閱讀秘訣:一手聖經、一手報章、一手傳記。自己也是非常喜歡看屬靈偉人和歷史名人的傳記的人,希望藉著自己閱讀了一些沒有版權的屬靈偉人和歷史名人的傳記後,將一些資料加以整理,能成為很多有屬靈追求,希望能有全面生命成長的人帶來幫助。

 

Internet Archive的網絡資料,存儲很多古舊,沒有版權的書籍,其中也藏著很多寶貴的屬靈傳記。

願意我們多鼓勵弟兄姊妹閱讀屬靈偉人傳記,這會對他們的屬靈生命有極大的鼓勵。

這次,我先介紹一位溫州的第一位宣教士曹雅直(George Stott),是我講台曾介紹的屬靈偉人。

 

書目:TWENTY-SIX YEARS OF MISSIONARY WORK IN CHINA (以下有這書的一些摘要和書上圖片)

By GRACE STOTT(曹雅直的太太)

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戴德生呼召英國人到中國工場宣教時,蘇格蘭亞巴顛的曹雅直(George Stott)響應呼召,但他是獨腳的。戴德生問他何解獨腳卻願意作宣教士:Why do you, with one leg, think of going as a missionary? 曹雅直回答說:「因他看不到雙腳健全者去,所以他去。」“Because I do not see those with two legs going, so I must. 曹雅直憑堅忍,1867年在中國住下來,直至1889年去世,成了浙江溫州第一位宣教士。溫州目前人口約八百至一千萬,信徒有八十至一百萬人,號稱「中國的耶路撒冷」。溫州的宣教先鋒曹雅直,因傷變成獨腳,但因遇見神,願意成為宣教士,一腳的能服事神,我們兩腳的又如何呢?

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史托特夫人Grace Ciggie Stott (1845-1922124)

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In accepting Mr. Stott for mission work, Mr. Taylor manifested that faith which has so eminently characterised him, for surely no Society would have sent a lame man to such a country to pioneer work, and Mr. Stott often referred with gratitude to Mr. Taylor's acceptance of him. When asked why he, with only one leg, should think of going to China, his remark was, “I do not see those with two legs going, so I must."

 

 

" For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek." — Rom. i. i6.

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PREFACE

 

THE work of God recorded in these pages is no longer an experiment, and it is well that Mrs. Stott has been able, during her furlough, to put in more permanent form some of the incidents which many of us have heard with deepest interest from her own lips in missionary meetings, or on more private occasions.

 

It has been my privilege to be acquainted with this work from its commencement. With earnest prayer I commended Mr. Stott to God for his difficult journey, for in those times Wunchau 溫州was not a free port, and the eight days' overland travel through unknown and mountainous country would have been somewhat formidable for a good walker, while for one on crutches it was much more so. He left Scotland, however, believing that “the lame should take the prey," and he was spared to do so to no small extent. 33:23瘸腿的把掠物奪去了

 

I had visited Mr. Stott during his early labours there, and seen how much he needed domestic help, and how handicapped he was in the charge of his boys' boarding-school, before I had the pleasure of welcoming Miss Ciggie (whom I had known in Glasgow) on her arrival in China, twenty-six years ago, to become his wife.

 

Having closely followed the progress of the work through these twenty-five years, and having paid my last visits to Wunchau since Mrs. Stott left, it was with special interest and pleasure that I snatched time to read most of her manuscript. It is emphatically a story of work — earnest, persevering work which God has blessed: an unvarnished account, it brings out clearly the lights and shades of missionary service.

 

I did not find one dull paragraph. Those who begin to read the book will want to finish it, and it cannot fail to be a blessing to the reader.

 

It is an unfinished record, and, since Mrs. Stott asked me to write a few lines of preface, a joyful letter from Miss Christabel Williams tells of the conversion of sixteen of the twenty-six girls in the boarding-school: four of the children were previously converted; and several of the remaining six — the little ones of the school — were seeking the Lord.

 

May many readers be led to pray for the work and workers in Wunchau!

 

J. HUDSON TAYLOR.

China Inland Mission,

Newington Green, London, N,

January, 1897.

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CHAPTER I  (page 2) 曹雅植

 

“Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men." — Matt. iv. 19

 

MY first interest in China began in the spring of 1865 when Mr. Hudson Taylor, accompanied by Mr. (now Dr.) Barchet and his companion, visited Glasgow. [Stephen Paul Barchet1843-1909.10.5),中文名白保羅,亦有叫巴克敵的,德裔美國人,出生於德國的斯圖加特。] The two latter were en route for China, sailing in a few days, and Mr. Taylor had come to wish them good-bye and God-speed. They addressed a small meeting, and as I listened to Mr. Taylor's tale of the darkness of China and the terrible need of workers there, there came a question that would be answered, “Why may not you go to tell of a Saviour's love? "

 

I had been converted four years, and had begun in a feeble way to serve the Lord who had bought me at first by tract distribution, then Sunday-school teaching. The Lord had often also graciously used me to lead many an anxious soul into the light, but up to this time I had never thought of mission work, never supposed I had any call beyond my native city of Glasgow. For days this question kept ringing in my heart. I had no home ties, it was true; but was I fit? Then, too, at that time I had never heard of a young girl going to a heathen land — was it practicable? This latter question I decided to ask Mr. Taylor. He saw no reason why I should not go, even though but twenty years of age, if called of God, and if called, surely the fitness would be given by Him.

 

After much prayer and consideration, Mr. Taylor invited me to go to London, that by mutual prayer and knowledge of one another, God's way might be made clear. I arrived just the day before Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson's marriage. They and Mr. Stott, whom I then met for the first time, sailed three weeks afterwards for China.

 

Mr. Stott had been brought up to farm work, but when he was about nineteen years of age he slipped on the road and knocked his knee against a stone. This simple accident resulted in white swelling, which, two years later, necessitated the amputation of the left leg. For nine months he lay a helpless invalid, and it was during this time that the Lord graciously saved his soul. So far he had been careless and indifferent to the love of God in Christ Jesus, but now, in his helpless condition, and what seemed his ruined future, how precious that love became! After his recovery he "began to teach in a school, and had been thus employed several years when he first heard of China's needs through a friend, who himself was going out.

 

In accepting Mr. Stott for mission work, Mr. Taylor manifested that faith which has so eminently characterised him, for surely no Society would have sent a lame man to such a country to pioneer work, and Mr. Stott often referred with gratitude to Mr. Taylor's acceptance of him. When asked why he, with only one leg, should think of going to China, his remark was, “I do not see those with two legs going, so I must." As I saw them slowly sail out of the docks a great hope welled up in my heart that I should soon follow, though at that time I little thought that my life and work would be blended with his,

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蘭茂爾 (摘要)(可能在台灣附近): 他們永不會忘記月21日禮拜五這一夜。「蘭茂爾號」甲板四周的船舷都沖走了,大浪毫無攔阻地湧上艙板,聲勢驚人。生存看起來像是不可能的事了。水手都驚栗非常,放棄了救船的打算。傳教士則同心禱告。戴德生把每孩子都親吻一遍,路惠理在旁看著,發覺戴德生非常鎮靜。船長走進餐廳,大聲喊說:「穿上救生衣,船大概不能再維持多過兩個鐘點了。」傳教士齊唱「萬古磐石歌」(Rock of Ages)。「我現在還是相信神會平安帶領我們經過這場風浪,但也需要你們小心駕駛,我們才可保存性命--這就要靠你們了。我們會盡力協助,我們也和你們一樣性命危在旦夕哩!」大浪澎湃的響聲、鐵鍊的碰撞聲、船桅打裂船帆的聲音、風吹著破裂的帆聲,種種聲響夾雜在狂風怒嚎之中,使大家無法遵著指示工作。儲水桶已經沖走了,再也不能煮食。他們只有拿著一些餅乾,夾著乾酪或牛油來充饑。狂風最猛烈的時刻終於過去了,氣壓計再次回升。但風浪依然很大,數小時後才慢慢平伏下來星期日,一隻拖船把「蘭茂爾號」拖進上海。這艘滿身傷痕、破口處處的船頓成為大眾的話題,引起談論的興趣。戴德生夥人感謝神的保守,雖然許多乘客和船員都滿身瘀傷,但沒有喪失一條生命,或者折斷一根骨頭。在寫給布邊夫人的信中,瑪莉亞這樣寫著:「如果不是因為我們這一班人在船上的話,『蘭茂爾號』絕不可能平安抵達上海。」在極端的困境中,戴德生能夠保持清醒和鎮靜,而周圍比他有經驗的人卻惶恐不知所措。

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About a fortnight before the ship sailed, one of the party withdrew through the illness of her mother. Passages had been paid, and unless another took her place the money would be lost. Mr. Taylor turned to me: I had been getting stronger — was it not possible that God, having made me willing to stay, was now opening the way for me to go?

 

IN the meantime, Mr. Stott had, after eighteen months spent in the neighbourhood of Ning-po寧波, acquiring that dialect, gone to Wenchow 溫州, arriving there in November, 1867. He met with but scant courtesy. For three months he and Mr. Jackson, who had accompanied him from Tai-chow泰州?, lived in an inn. All feared them, and no one would rent a house to the hated foreigner. Again and again negotiations were almost complete, when the money would be returned and the weary search begin again. At last a man of some influence, who had brought himself to despair by opium-smoking and gambling, offered a house, and was bold enough to brave all the consequences. Mr. Stott moved there as quietly as possible, but next day the news had spread, and a large angry crowd assembled, determined to turn him out. They battered in the gate, bent on mischief. Mr. Stott came out and stood before them, and said, "You see I am a lame man; if I wanted to run away from you I could not; if you kill me you will, perhaps, get into trouble; if you let me alone you will find I shall do no harm; anyhow, I have come and mean to stay." They were taken aback by his quiet, strong words, and contenting themselves by throwing a few stones they dispersed and left him in peace.

 

As soon as possible he tried to begin a boys' school, and thought to induce regular attendance by providing them with a mid-day meal. A fair number attended, and they seemed to have made a good start, when one day, going into the schoolroom, he found the teacher, but no boys. He asked the meaning of it all, and was told that a report had spread abroad that he was inveigling誘騙children in on purpose to take out their hearts and liver to compound into medicine, and their parents were afraid to expose their children to such terrible dangers. No respectable person would take the position of servant, and so weary months had to be passed alone, in the midst of many dangers and discomforts, before confidence was fairly won.

 

Over two years he laboured alone, and for more than a year of that time never saw an English face, or ever heard a word of the English language, for from the time he arrived in Wenchow, in November, 1867, until he left, in February, 1870, to meet me, he had never left the city for a single night. By that time he had established his boys' boarding school and had twelve boys entirely under his care; but only two men in the city had been baptized, and they proved disappointments in after years.

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曹師母:My first year in China was full of trial, being the ever memorable year of the "Tien-tsin Massacr

e." 天津教案 (1870) 6月初,天氣炎熱,疫病流行,育嬰堂中有三、四十名孤兒患病而死,每天有數百人到墳地圍觀,挖出孩子的屍體查看。於是民間開始傳言懷疑外國修女以育嬰堂為晃子,實則綁架殺死孩童作為藥材之用It was long after the event before we got details of that horrible crime. The natives seemed to know all about it before we did, and very soon the city was placarded with the vilest reports about us. They said that at Tien-tsin all the foreigners had been killed or driven out of the place, because they kidnapped and murdered children, taking out their eyes, heart, and liver to compound into medicine. The same evil deeds were being done in this city. " Was it not known that we pretended to keep a school? " "Was it not true that so many children were missing? " "Had not some seen barrels in which were salted down babies? " "What was hard at Tien-tsin, was easy here, for there were but two; drive out the pests and let the city be at rest." Such were some of the expressions of the placards. For about three months I hardly dared venture out of the house, and my husband was often met with stones and vile curses. For a few days there was a stream of people looking in every conceivable place for the said barrels; one of the school-boys was asked where the missing children were, and when he said it was all nonsense and lies, they said he had eaten the foreign medicine and would not tell. For a time my husband felt very anxious; if he had been alone he could have braved it, but the responsibility of another life seemed to weigh upon him.

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曹師母:My health, too, suffered much from the climate; the second year I had a very severe illness, which nearly cost me my life. One day, while in a very low condition, my husband was called away to save a man who had eaten opium; he was loth to leave me, too weak to make my wants known to others, but I urged him to go, for I was sorely tried by the thought that I was hindering instead of helping him, as I so longed to do. He had been gone, perhaps, about an hour. It was a hot day in July, and I suppose partly from the heat and partly from my weakness I fainted; when I recovered consciousness my bed was surrounded on all sides by school- boys, teachers, and servants who had come to wail thinking I was dead. One had run off for Mr. Stott, and meeting him on the way back, cried: " Oh, master, come back; mistress is dead! " Hoping it might be only a faint, he hurried home and found me restored to consciousness. I remember so well, when able to sit up a little, how I longed for two things, either of which I thought would make me well — the sight of one of my countrywomen, or a little beef-tea, neither of which were within my reach.

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In those days we were not well off in the matter of food; we had but little communication with the out-side world except by letter. Once in two years we took a holiday, when we brought in necessary stores to last us the next two years, for in the city of Wenchow we could neither get beef or mutton, milk, potatoes, or butter.

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The girls have had a thoroughly practical training, and most of them become Christian workers after they leave school. During the last ten years, twenty-two girls have been married, three only of whom have left school unconverted. There are seven or eight of our married girls who take regular classes among women and children. For nearly ten years we saw but little spiritual fruit, two or three professed to believe on Jesus, but there was no corresponding power or change in their lives. Our Bible-readings seemed the most wearisome part of the day to them, and they appeared to have no spiritual perception. For the first few years, while the children were young, I did not feel the burden, perhaps, as heavily as I ought to have done; but as years passed on I became almost desperate. Many a time I have gone from the school to my room with literal tears, sobbing, " Will these girls never be saved? " But in 1884 the Lord was pleased to visit us with a very gracious revival.

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CHAPTER VI

 

" And He said unto them, Lacked ye anything? And they said, Nothing." — Luke xxii. 35. 22:35耶穌又對他們說:「我差你們出去的時候,沒有錢囊,沒有口袋,沒有鞋,你們缺少甚麼沒有?」他們說:「沒有。」

 

ON the 1st of April, 1877, Wenchow became an open port. It was a new thing for us to see a steamer in the river, and we had a feeling almost of intrusion when we went on the hill and met other foreigners there. The state of my health in that year rendered it necessary to take a furlough to England, and we left by the first trading steamer that came to Wenchow. Mr. Stott had been over eleven years in China, and his health being good, he at first thought of sending me home while he remained at his post. Mr. Taylor, however, kindly suggested he should take me, and that suggestion was carried out.

 

At that time the little girls were beginning to grow up, and we felt keenly the need of a separate house for them. The state of the mission funds did not encourage us to look to them for the rather large sum that would be needed to build a girls' school-house. We took our need to the Lord, told Him if that work had to be carried on a home must be provided for them. We decided to make no appeal of any kind, not even to mention our need publicly, but that we should tell our private friends of our desire, and leave the rest to God.

 

We told Mr. Taylor of our plan, and said we thought £250 would be needed; he said he thought not less than £300 would suffice. We had asked the Lord for £250, but we told Him about the £300, and if it was needed to send us that sum. When we returned to China in the autumn of the following year we had received unsolicited £304, besides having spent £10 upon school materials; it was another of the " exceeding abundantly " which the Lord has ever loved to give us. We had decided together that we should limit our own expenses to the sums received from the mission for our own support, and whatever gifts were given to us should be put to the school fund.

 

During this time we had some very singular experiences. When in Ireland my husband was asked to address a few Christians who lived in a quiet out-of- the-way village; the people were poor, they had nothing to give but their prayers; but Mr. Stott felt prayer was a mightier power than money, so he went seeking to interest these godly people. The meeting was held in a farmhouse; not more than twenty were present, but they were deeply interested in all they heard. When the meeting was over, one and another pressed up to shake hands with the missionary, and one woman, with tears in her eyes, pressed a coin in his hand, he putting it into a pocket where there was no other money. When he retired to his room he looked to see what the coin might be, and was deeply touched to find it one " halfpenny." He felt it was like the " widow's mite," and at once knelt down to ask God to bless her gift. He then entered in his book, " A poor woman unknown, a halfpenny." Next day when he returned to me he said, " I was deeply humbled, and had to confess to God that if I had had only a halfpenny to give I should have been too much ashamed to have put it into the hand; she had much more faith and love than I." Then he added, " Do you know God seems to have shown me that He is going to send £50." I answered, " Oh, I have not faith for that, but according to your faith be it unto you." We then knelt down together and asked God again to bless that woman who had so nobly given all she could, and was not ashamed of the smallness of the sum.

 

The next day we went to spend a few days with a friend in another part of the country. The day after, while the lady and I were out for a drive, our host came to the room where my husband was writing, and said, " God has told me to give you this money for your work." He put down a bundle of notes and left the room. On counting them Mr. Stott found there were just £50! It was entered as the next donation to the halfpenny, and up to this time we had never received more than £5 in a single gift.

 

We then went on to Dublin, where we were hospitably entertained by a dear Christian couple, and while sitting by the fire recounting the Lord's wonderful dealings with us, my husband mentioned the incident of the halfpenny and £50. He then added, much to my confusion, " And I have the same strong conviction, that God is sending me £5." When we retired to rest I asked why he had said such a thing. " It was as good as asking, and no doubt next day when we are leaving £5 will be given." He answered, "Oh, I never thought of that, but of course I can explain and refuse." Next day, as I expected, a cheque for £5 was handed; my husband refused to touch it, expressed his regret for having mentioned his conviction in the way he did: it was all right to tell of what God had done, but what He was going to do seemed too like a hint, and if he wished to spare his feelings he must not ask him to accept this. Our host replied, " That £5 was given to me two days ago by another; it is not my money at all. My wife and I laughed when we went upstairs; it is no use trying to cheat you, for God evidently tells you beforehand."

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Mrs. Liu, our former Bible-woman; her son, now labouring in Tai- chow; his wife, a former school-girl; and their three children, the eldest of whom is converted.

 

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" The rumours of war so near us have given me a good deal of extra work. Many of the Christians in distant places are having rough times; the heathen are persecuting them fiercely, but as yet no blows have been struck. The Romanists are getting it worse than we, and a rupture has taken place, but I have not heard the details. The Chinese are not so enlightened as to make much if any distinction be- tween one foreigner and another; here they distinguish our nationalities by our religion: Protestants are British and are very bad — they produce the opium; Romanists are French, they are even more abominable and ought to be exterminated. Such is the ex- pressed feeling of many. Our most southern station is near the border of Foh-kien, and with hostilities going on so near there is much to try them. There is also a great deal of excitement in the city, and some days we can hardly walk out without being reminded of the dislike with which many regard us; they will sometimes get behind us and make a harsh whirring noise like sharpening a knife, and if they can draw our attention will take their fan and make a significant slash at their necks, and then disappear as soon as they can. But if matters do not get worse

 

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But we were not allowed to go without personal suffering. We were living in a low, damp Chinese house, and the wet season coming on, we were compelled to move into the new home before it was dry. Miss Littlejohn, a young missionary, who had joined us but a few months, was taken seriously ill and died in the autumn of the same year at Che-foo. I take an extract from a letter written to a friend at this time: —

 

"September 14, 1885. " Dear B., — Very many thanks for your cheering letter received two weeks ago. Just when it came we were getting weary and discouraged, and your sympathy cheered us not a little. It is not often we feel down-hearted, but I fear we are somewhat in that condition at present. We are still left single-handed (Miss Littlejohn being away invalided), and we begin to feel the strain heavier than we can bear. We do not mind hard work, but it is discouraging to feel that, work as we will, one half is left undone. I have now twenty-five girls entirely under my care, who need and ought to have all my time. The dear ones who were converted last year are growing in grace, and their thirst for the Word of God must be satisfied. On the other hand, the Christian women and inquirers need much teaching, and in trying to do both, neither is done thoroughly. The same is true of my husband. The church in this city has grown to need all his time and care, yet he is grieved that the out-stations are not visited oftener. May our Father lead us in a right way. I am sure you will pray for us. Miss Littlejohn, who joined us last December, may be ill for a long time; she was very delicate and, indeed, seemed worn out when she came. In the beginning of summer she took ill. After a few weeks she went on to Shanghai, and was there two months without getting any better; she has now gone to Che-foo, where I trust she may gain strength. She is a dear, earnest Christian, and we love her much, but we fear she is too delicate for this trying climate.

 

"Let me now turn from the discouraging to the encouraging. I never like to look long at the dark side, it does not pay; we need all the hope and joy we can bring into this work, especially in such a dry and thirsty land. Praise the Lord, we find Him a well-spring in the desert; He gives strength according to our day, filling our hands full of sheaves and causing our hearts to rejoice, so that we should not, if we could, change places with any one.

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My husband and myself both suffered, and it was then seeds of the disease in Mr. Stott, which two years later compelled us to go to England, were sown, and afterwards developed into the painful complications which in the spring of 1889 ended in his translation to glory. Thus we were called to be sufferers together with Christ in no ordinary way, yet no word of regret ever passed his lips. He was full of praise that God had enabled him to serve more than twenty years in China.

 

In the beginning of the year 1886, my husband felt much led to ask God to give him at least one soul each Sunday; week by week he kept this request before the Lord, pleading there might be no barren week during the year; and at its close we were much interested to find that just fifty-two persons had been added to our church. I remember my husband looking into my face with a sad expression as he said, " Why did I not ask more? Oh, how we limit God, when He might do great things for us if only we would open our mouths wide unto Him! "

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曹雅直臨死前的見證和經歷

At the end of this tour the doctor said Mr. Stott was decidedly better, and if he would spend the winter in the south of France he might yet recover. So in November we left for Cannes, where we spent several months in a bright sunny home for invalids; but, in spite of care and doctors' skill, the disease gained upon him until, on April 21, 1889, Easter Sunday, he most triumphantly entered into the presence of his Lord.

 

As he was evidently, though slowly, growing weaker, I asked the doctor if the place were suitable, or if a change of climate would be of any use. He answered he would like a consultation before giving me an answer, for if it was as he feared no change would be of any use. After the consultation, my husband, looking the doctor full in the face, said, " Do you think I shall be able to return to China? " The doctor, not wishing to tell the sad truth, turned the question aside. Mr. Stott, seeing the evasion, said, " Don't be afraid to tell me the worst; for there is no worst for me, thank God. I have had twenty years' service for Him in China; I did wish to go back, but if He says no, why should I desire it? I am willing to stay and suffer if it is His will; willing to go to China if it be His will." And then with a bright smile he added, " Why, I believe I am willing to go half-way to China and then go to heaven, if that were His will." The doctor looked at him earnestly and said, " I envy you." He then told him plainly there was no hope of recovery. Not a shadow crossed the face; he knew where his home was and longed to go. I was not unprepared; I saw the daily weakening of the poor body and feared there could be no return of strength; but it was more difficult for me to submit to God's will. To

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The very wonderful way in which he realised the Lord's presence is related in a small pamphlet entitled, " In Memoriam: George Stott," published by Morgan and Scott From this I quote the following letters, written to our C.I.M. secretary: —

 

"Maison Blanche, "Route de Grasse, Cannes,

 

"April 22, 1889. "Dear Mr. Broomhall,— It was my privilege to be with our dear departed brother, Mr. Stott, during his last night on earth, and a few particulars of the closing scene will, I know, be acceptable to you. Slowly, during many weeks of pain, the earthly house of this tabernacle was being dissolved, and on Saturday evening, about 9.30, one of the sisters came over to say that his sufferings had become more intense, and the end seemed approaching. I was in the act of reading in the Christian classics, 'De Incarnation Verbi Dei,' the account by Athanasius of the triumphs of the early Christians and martyrs over death, due to their Lord and Master, who, by His Cross and Resurrection had vanquished death, so that they no longer feared but despised it. ' For,' says he, 'as when the sun rises after the night has passed, and the whole globe is illuminated by it, it is not at all doubtful that it is the sun which has shed its light everywhere, and has driven away the darkness and enlightened all things; so death being utterly despised and trampled down from the time when the Saviour's saving appearance in the body, and end upon the Cross took place, it is perfectly clear that it is the Saviour Himself, who appeared in the body, who brought death to naught, and daily exhibits trophies against it in His own disciples. For when one sees men, who are by nature weak, leaping forth to death and not cowering before its corruption, nor displaying fear at the descent into Hades, but with zealous soul provoking it; and not shrinking from tortures, but for Christ's sake preferring rather than this present life to rush upon death; or, too, if one be a beholder of men and women and young children rushing upon and leaping forth to death for the religion of Christ; who is so simple, or who is so unbelieving, or is so incapacitated in mind, as not to perceive and draw the conclusion that Christ, to whom the men bear witness, Himself bestows and gives to each the victory over death, rendering it utterly weak in each of those who hold His faith and bear the sign of the Cross? ' It was thus, I thought, sixteen hundred years ago, but how many times, in common with all Christian workers in this land, I have heard the popular dictum, Le Christianisme a fait son temps, ' Chris- tianity has had its day,' ' It is used out '? And as I went forth to witness for the first time a death-bed scene, this thought was uppermost, ' Will it ratify the affirmation of Athanasius, and show that after six-teen centuries the virtue of the Cross and Resurrection is in no degree diminished?'

 

"Entering the chamber, I saw our dear brother sitting up in the armchair, supported by his dear wife and one of the nursing sisters. It was one of the distressing features of his illness that he was unable to lie down, and all these weary weeks of pain had been passed sitting, with no possibility of supporting the poor head or giving the body relief, only by occasionally leaning forward. The strong man was bowed, and poor nature was in a pitiable plight. The props of the tent were being taken away, and the suppressed groans of the sufferer told of the silver cord being loosed, and the links being broken which bound the spirit to the earthly tenement.

 

"When he knew I was present he expressed a decided wish that I should stay with him, which I was only too glad to do; and as I look back on that night, I feel that not for any consideration would I have missed that scene of suffering and holy triumph. Never before did I know how truly death is a van- quished enemy, its empire overthrown and its sceptre destroyed. During eight hours we witnessed the King of Terrors doing his worst. The combat was a fierce one, blow after blow was dealt, strong pains were tearing at the vitals; the anguish of dissolution was there, but not for one moment did the spirit falter. With every moment's respite from pain he collected his little strength to give forth some word of testimony that the Lord was near, and doubt and fear far away. ' It is only the poor body that is suffering,' he said; ' the soul is happy.' Early in the evening he said, ' I bless God that thirty years" ago He washed me from my sins in His precious blood, and now the sun is shining without a cloud '; and thus with unfaltering faith, and with unwavering hope, he went down into the valley of the shadow.

 

" Before leaving my house it came to my mind to glance at the portion for the evening in ' Daily Light,' and there indeed was a highway 'cast up.' Beautiful and appropriate it was, beginning with the words, ' It is I; be not afraid. When thou passeth through the waters I will be with thee; and through the rivers they shall not overflow thee; when thou walkest through the fire thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee: for I am the Lord thy God, thy Saviour. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. Who shall separate us * from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? ' I took it with me, that dear Mr. Stott might have a word like apples of gold in pictures of silver. In this ' royal road ' we saw him advance treading down with triumphant faith the powers of sin, and death, and hell.

 

"The words he repeated the most were, 'Come Lord Jesus, come now, come now,' often reaching out his arms to welcome the Lord, whom he felt was indeed drawing near. Once or twice, in moments of extreme pain, his cry went up, 'O Lord, help me; Lord, have mercy upon me.' The Lord heard him in the day of his distress, and strengthened him in the dire conflict. We sought to supply stones for his steps, as he forded the dark stream; words of life came spontaneously to our lips, and it was grand to see how his faith appropriated them. When his dear wife reminded him that he would soon hear the Master's ' Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord,' his soul seemed to revel in the thought. ' Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord, of thy Lord,' he repeated again and again; then turning it into a prayer, and stretching out his hands, he said, ' Let me enter now, enter now, into the joy of my Lord, the joy of my Lord.'

 

" He had feared lest in his weakness and suffering some impatient word should escape him, and he should thus dishonour his Lord: he had begged his dear wife to put it down to nature's weakness; but her prediction was verified, the Lord's grace was all sufficient; no murmuring or impatient word passed his lips; while his deep gratitude and affection for the smallest service rendered him were touching and beautiful to see, and every one felt it a privilege to wait upon him.

 

"And thus the hours passed, he fighting the last battle; his dear wife, worn with many watchings, wearied out physically but wonderfully supported in spirit, with words of faith and hope cheering him as he breasted the billows, and watching for his release.

 

"Prayers from many loving hearts in England, China, and France, were being answered that night. There could be no doubt about it. And the word the memory of that scene calls up spontaneously to my mind is ' Mahanaim,' for that chamber of death was then the rendezvous of the hosts of God.

 

" It was six in the morning; nature outside was awaking in the first fresh joy of morning light. The sun had risen in a sky of cloudless blue. The birds were singing their morning song just outside the slightly opened window, while the carillon of the Easter bells came sounding joyously through the air. Within we were standing on the borderland, close by the gates which were opening to another who, having fought the good fight through Christ, was more than conqueror. The change had come, the contracted features and glazing eye told that the last struggle was entered on. A hurried ' He is going ' escaped us, I did not expect to hear him speak again, and as consciousness seemed fading, I said, ' The Master is come, and calleth for thee.' He took it in, and to my surprise, with a last effort, said, 'Then lift me up, that I may give another note of praise.' Putting my arms around him, I drew him gently forward. Then as fast as his poor breath came he turned it into praise. ' Praise the Lord, bless His holy name,' he repeated again and again.

 

" It was wonderful to listen to, and I could not help saying to the dear companion of his life and labours, who on her knees, with only half-suppressed cries from the pangs which were rending her own heart, was holding his hands and watching the shadows of death as they passed over his face, ' This is a precious legacy he is leaving you.' They were like words of triumph coming out of the very realms of death. ' Do you know me, precious one? ' she asked. ' Know you, Gracie? it would be strange if I didn't know you,' was the reply. Then with a strength that surprised me, he added, 'We have rallied to- gether around that dish of fruit' — one of their last conversations had been about the fruit of the Tree of Life — ' many a time, and the King in His beauty was there. Farewell, Gracie; don't speak to me again, I am going to see the King.'

 

"Those were hallowed moments. Soeur Achard, the directress, and another of the sisters had joined us. Most tenderly and faithfully had they done 'what they could' for him. M. Louis, the manservant, was helping me to support him; while before him, kneeling, was she from whom the desire of her eyes was being taken. Our tears were flowing fast, though we hardly knew why. He was looking on things which to us were invisible, and hearing sounds our dull ears could not catch. We could hear him say in a low whisper, 'Come, Lord Jesus — Lord, take my spirit;' then he said, 'Coming, coming — come, come.' With these last words our beloved brother, George Stott, went in to see the King in His beauty, on Easter morning, at half-past six.

 

"Nature's pent-up grief broke forth in brief cries and sobs, but they were happy tears. ' I don't mourn for him,' said his dear wife, ' I mourn for myself. He is happy — he is at rest now.'

 

"And so we knelt together to praise Him who had given us that night to see that death has no sting, and the grave no victory. 'As then,' says Athanasius, 'it is possible to see with the eyes that these things are true, so when death is mocked and despised by the believers in Christ, let him no longer doubt, let no one be wanting in faith that by Christ death was brought to naught and its corruption destroyed and put an end to.' Having seen with our eyes, we set the seal of truth to this testimony,

 

" We buried him yesterday in the Cannes cemetery. The Rev. P. W. Minto conducted the service.

 

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人們對他的紀念:

" I remember six years ago that the Wenchow chapel and house and school were burnt down by a riotous mob. All the foreigners were driven from the city, and the disciples scattered; but only a few weeks had gone by when Mr. Stott returned, and began to re-build, and during the five months the buildings were being erected our pastor had too much to do in attending to all the work himself. Then they had to live in the new house before it was quite dry, and thus, alas! he caught disease of the lungs.

 

" Three years ago Mr. and Mrs. Stott left for England, hoping to return shortly, but the disease which took our pastor to heaven only developed. For two years he suffered without complaint, glorify- ing God, then joyfully ascended to heaven. Mrs. Stott has returned to Wenchow, remembering that the sheep were without a shepherd. She would not leave nor forsake the disciples, and seeing some of them blind, poor, and old, she has opened homes to receive such that they might not suffer cold and hunger in their helpless state. Seeing that Mr. and Mrs. Stott have so earnestly done the will of God and kept all His commandments, their future reward must be great indeed."

 

Translation of a Letter written by Lui-sie-kwai. " I wish to write a few lines about our pastor, named Mr. Stott. His native place was Scotland, where he was educated. He was sent out to China by the China Inland Mission to preach the gospel. His disposition was straight, and righteous, and very intelligent; in that respect there are few men like him. To look upon him was to feel awe, but to know and come near him he was gentle and gracious. In all matters he thought all round first, and then acted. His words were few, but his wisdom was great. Whatever he said he always did; his power and influence were felt by all. He might well be called the pillar of the church at Wenchow; everyone aimed and desired to be like him. Our pastor for many years gave himself to teaching and instructing. He loved much to go out and preach the gospel to others. He came to Wenchow twenty-four years ago, and two years later Mrs. Stott joined him. Together they worked the will of God, happy that they were chosen for such work, leaving friends and relations and native country for distant Wenchow, learning our native dialect so that they might understand our language. They organised churches, opened and maintained boarding-schools, not regarding time nor money, receiving orphans and other poor children, teaching them to read and understand the Bible. Not afraid of toil and suffering, he went out to near and distant places preaching, selling books, and helping the dis- tressed. All this he did that the gospel might spread abroad.

 

" Alas! the district o.f Wenchow is given up to the worship of idols more than many other places; learned and unlearned alike worship idols. Mr. Stott seeing things in this condition, his heart was stirred up like a fire. He prayed, with sorrow and distress, that God would look down and pity the people. Soon God gave the answer, and the gospel spread to different places. Three churches were formed at Wenchow, Bing-yang, and Dong-ling. At each chapel there was a native preacher. Our pastor was not afraid of toil;-very month he went himself to those stations preaching, teaching, and examining converts. In all this work Mrs. Stott was his helper, she also teaching and instructing women and girls; and when souls were saved she taught them how to help others, and formed a ' Native Women's Mis- sionary Band,' caring for the helpless and sorrowful, the cold and the hungry. All that was good con- nected with the church they earnestly and devotedly attended to, spending their whole strength in the work. For many years they thus worked, and are the foundation of the church. Now there are over three hundred converts. Is not this good?

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On November 28, 1889, 1 sailed on my third voyage for China, accompanied by six young ladies going out for the first time. We had both a pleasant and profitable voyage. We of course went second-class, and had a full complement of passengers, and for that reason we had first-class cabins apportioned near the officers' quarters. The one Miss Bardsley and I had was a three-berth cabin, large and airy, with two windows, which kept it delightfully cool, and into which we packed daily ten for reading and prayer as soon as the first days of sea-sickness were over. The captain was a nice, kind man, and the chief officer a decided Christian. One day while the former was on his usual tour of inspection, he seemed amused at seeing so many of us. I laughingly said: " We are not always so packed, captain; we have only gathered for a little prayer," and asked him to see how beautifully we had managed. He turned to the purser who accompanied him, and said: " You are not taking in more passengers, are you?" He replied: " Yes, sir, at Naples." He then said: " Not here; they are full." In this kindly way he gave the hint to let us have the cabin to ourselves, though it was fitted up for three.

 

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" In her twenty-fifth year [Mrs. Stott] sailed to China: in, as it seems, a moment's time she has reached her fiftieth birthday.

 

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" During these couple of decades great grace has come to us from God. The gospel has spread. We congratulate her on her birthday, and pray that from to-day she may have long life."

 

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Banner presented to Mrs. Stott by the Native Church of Wenchow on March 12th, 1895, the completion of her twenty-five years' work in their midst.

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After a few happy days spent at Toronto and Montreal, we went to New York, and there suddenly and without any warning were told that a telegram had reached London that Mr. M. and the W.'s had been called home through cholera.

 

The news was astounding, and yet even then we did not know the full extent of the blow. That was a dreary week across the Atlantic. We clung to the hope that a mistake had been made in the reading of the telegram and that at least only one of the W.'s had been taken. But on arrival we found that not the half had been told, for instead of three, which we thought the extent of our loss, we found that nine foreigners and natives had in ten days been carried off by the hand of death from our compound; and yet how much of mercy and of lovingkindness has been revealed to us in this. My illness, which seemed so inopportune, occurring when I could least be spared, was the very cause of myself. Misses B., S., and W. being absent, beside the pastor, who is a delicate man, and might readily have fallen a victim, thus fewer lives were sacrificed than might otherwise have been the case. It has been said, " God buries His workers, but carries on His work." God can do without us, but He does not, and it is still true that "through the foolishness of preaching" He saves men. Who will be His ambassadors, and carry His message even to the uttermost parts of the earth? The dark places of the earth are still full of the habitations of cruelty; and yet the missionary's life is one of surpassing joy, for who has ever tasted a delight more intense than that of seeing souls born into the kingdom, and perhaps no country has given larger results for the amount of labour bestowed than China. It is true that as a nation the people are dirty, treacherous, and in many instances cruel; but while they have these and other unlovely national characteristics, I can bear testimony to a warmth of devotion, fidelity, and patient endurance, not exceeded by any country, not even by our own beloved England; and I still hope to spend my remaining years in their midst though much of the burden and responsibility must henceforth rest upon younger shoulders.

 

And now my story is ended, many incidents have been forgotten, others too sacred for the public eye necessarily omitted; but if what has been written of the joys and sorrows, encouragements and disappointments, of a missionary's life, will serve to cheer some lonely heart and strengthen some feeble knees that are apt to be weary through the difficulties of the way, by reminding them afresh of the Lord's own promise, " In due season ye shall reap if ye faint not," my effort will not have been in vain.

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I had paid all my incidental personal expenses, and never having referred to money matters, friends must have supposed I had plenty, but in fact I only had just enough to take me by rail to Glasgow. Wishing to have a few shillings in my pocket, by which to obtain lodgings, I wanted to go by steamer, that being the cheaper way. Friends tried to dissuade me, not knowing my reason; the expenses were figured up and after removal of luggage, &c., &c., I found I would save but 4s. 6d., and they urged it was not worth taking so long a journey for that sum. I had been asked to visit a young lady on that day, and was about to write a note to say that, leaving by steamer, I could not keep my engagement, when the thought came to me, could I not give up that 4s. 6d. for the Lord's sake? Perhaps He had some service for me to do, or I might interest her in China, so I decided to go by the night train and keep my engagement. We had a time of sweet fellowship together, and, when leaving, she pressed a small packet into my hand, saying, "Take this as from Him.” When I opened it there was exactly 4s. 6d. inside. Oh, how strengthened and helped I was by that simple act It seemed as if God had said, “Do not doubt; I will care for you."

 

My health is perfect; the climate agrees with me very well; sometimes I am in good spirits, and sometimes I have the dumps, and think hard things of everything and everybody, myself included. You cannot understand my position till you have been two years and more tied to your post, eight days' journey from the nearest settlement; yet, if any one would give me my choice to-day of any position, I could only say 'Wenchow.' I would not change it, if I could, to rule a nation."

 

At the end of this tour the doctor said Mr. Stott was decidedly better, and if he would spend the winter in the south of France he might yet recover. So in November we left for Cannes, where we spent several months in a bright sunny home for invalids; but, in spite of care and doctors' skill, the disease gained upon him until, on April 21, 1889, Easter Sunday, he most triumphantly entered into the presence of his Lord. (pp. 147-148)

 

As he was evidently, though slowly, growing weaker, I asked the doctor if the place were suitable, or if a change of climate would be of any use. He answered he would like a consultation before giving me an answer, for if it was as he feared no change would be of any use. After the consultation, my husband, looking the doctor full in the face, said, " Do you think I shall be able to return to China? " The doctor, not wishing to tell the sad truth, turned the question aside. Mr. Stott, seeing the evasion, said, " Don't be afraid to tell me the worst; for there is no worst for me, thank God. I have had twenty years' service for Him in China; I did wish to go back, but if He says no, why should I desire it? I am willing to stay and suffer if it is His will; willing to go to China if it be His will." And then with a bright smile he added, " Why, I believe I am willing to go half-way to China and then go to heaven, if that were His will." The doctor looked at him earnestly and said, " I envy you." He then told him plainly there was no hope of recovery. Not a shadow crossed the face; he knew where his home was and longed to go. I was not unprepared; I saw the daily weakening of the poor body and feared there could be no return of strength; but it was more difficult for me to submit to God's will. 148

 

"The words he repeated the most were, 'Come Lord Jesus, come now, come now,' often reaching out his arms to welcome the Lord, whom he felt was indeed drawing near. Once or twice, in moments of extreme pain, his cry went up, 'O Lord, help me; Lord, have mercy upon me.' The Lord heard him in the day of his distress, and strengthened him in the dire conflict. We sought to supply stones for his steps, as he forded the dark stream; words of life came spontaneously to our lips, and it was grand to see how his faith appropriated them. When his dear wife reminded him that he would soon hear the Master's ' Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord,' his soul seemed to revel in the thought. ' Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord, of thy Lord,' he repeated again and again; then turning it into a prayer, and stretching out his hands, he said, ' Let me enter now, enter now, into the joy of my Lord, the joy of my Lord.' 155

 

" It was six in the morning; nature outside was awaking in the first fresh joy of morning light. The sun had risen in a sky of cloudless blue. The birds were singing their morning song just outside the slightly opened window, while the carillon of the Easter bells came sounding joyously through the air. Within we were standing on the borderland, close by the gates which were opening to another who, having fought the good fight through Christ, was more than conqueror. The change had come, the contracted features and glazing eye told that the last struggle was entered on. A hurried ' He is going ' escaped us, I did not expect to hear him speak again, and as consciousness seemed fading, I said, ' The Master is come, and calleth for thee.' He took it in, and to my surprise, with a last effort, said, 'Then lift me up, that I may give another note of praise.' Putting my arms around him, I drew him gently forward. Then as fast as his poor breath came he turned it into praise. ' Praise the Lord, bless His holy name,' he repeated again and again. 156-157

 

He was looking on things which to us were invisible, and hearing sounds our dull ears could not catch. We could hear him say in a low whisper, 'Come, Lord Jesus — Lord, take my spirit;' then he said, 'Coming, coming — come, come.' With these last words our beloved brother, George Stott, went in to see the King in His beauty, on Easter morning, at half-past six. 158

 

"Nature's pent-up grief broke forth in brief cries and sobs, but they were happy tears. ' I don't mourn for him,' said his dear wife, ' I mourn for myself. He is happy — he is at rest now.' 158

 

We buried him yesterday in the Cannes cemetery.

 

" We have reason to believe that Mr. Stott's twenty- three years' labour in China has been greatly owned and blessed, he having left in existence in Wenchow and its neighbourhood (where, if I mistake not, no foreign missionary had previously laboured) three native churches, numbering in all about three hundred members besides as many attendants, to say nothing of the schools he inaugurated. You will pardon my entering thus into details, when I tell you that I made Mr. Stott's acquaintance prior to his going to China in the year 1865, he being one of the five who went out when the China Inland Mission was but in its incipient state. His works do follow him. In thus writing, we do not glory in George Stott, but in the Lord, who wrought the works by His servant,

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On November 28, 1889, 1 sailed on my third voyage for China, accompanied by six young ladies going out for the first time. 177

 

It has been said, " God buries His workers, but carries on His work." God can do without us, but He does not, and it is still true that "through the foolishness of preaching" He saves men. Who will be His ambassadors, and carry His message even to the uttermost parts of the earth? The dark places of the earth are still full of the habitations of cruelty; and yet the missionary's life is one of surpassing joy, for who has ever tasted a delight more intense than that of seeing souls born into the kingdom, and perhaps no country has given larger results for the amount of labour bestowed than China. It is true that as a nation the people are dirty, treacherous, and in many instances cruel; but while they have these and other unlovely national characteristics, I can bear testimony to a warmth of devotion, fidelity, and patient endurance, not exceeded by any country, not even by our own beloved England; and I still hope to spend my remaining years in their midst though much of the burden and responsibility must henceforth rest upon younger shoulders.

 

And now my story is ended, many incidents have been forgotten, others too sacred for the public eye necessarily omitted; but if what has been written of the joys and sorrows, encouragements and disappointments, of a missionary's life, will serve to cheer some lonely heart and strengthen some feeble knees that are apt to be weary through the difficulties of the way, by reminding them afresh of the Lord's own promise, " In due season ye shall reap if ye faint not," my effort will not have been in vain. 365-366 (end of the book)