Pioneering in - Far Eastern Bible College

he would have to go from home to school. This took him througha deserted cemetery, a wet rice field, an execution ground and asmall temple where dead babies were wont to be abandoned.Every evening his mother would walk him to the shoulder of thevillage. Standing on the edge of the cemetery she would not returnuntil her son had gone through the long, ruggard path to safety inthe city. Indeed, her dim eyes could hardly see far beyond, thoughher ears were sharp enough. The boy would look back as hewalked to see if Mother had left. Often, as he entered the citygate, he would turn round to gaze upon his mother, motionlesslike the hills. He wanted very much to say to her, “Mother, I havesafely arrived in the city. You can go home in peace.”Unfortunately, they were too far apart for such a verbal message.At this juncture, Mother and son would stand each on his or heredge of the field. Between them stretched the deserted rollingcemetery.As they faced each other speechless, the hazy twilight haddescended on earth upon a lonely road devoid of a single passerby,save for the chirping of insects. A dismal scene indeed thatbrought many a shudder upon the orphaned child. The sight ofMother standing afar off sparked a surge of courage within. Hisheart became filled with Mother’s love, his eyes brimming withwarm tears.One Sunday, he accompanied Mother to Church. On the wayhome the boy wandered here and there and forgot his blind mothercarrying a little sister. Unawares, she fell into a big roadside ditch,her foot beginning to bleed. Passers-by vied to render aid. Theboy showed no emotional expression then, but became much hurtwithin by a guilty conscience. Whenever he thought of Mother’sever-loving care, he felt ill at ease.Well-to-do children live in homes piled up with foods, somuch so that they weary to eat, and discard them on the floor.Sometimes, even their doggie would not care a look. But, this boy13