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I left the hospital hurriedly then and stopped at the nearest dry goods store. I went in and
asked for the cheapest pair of bedroom slippers they had. The clerk brought out a pair.
"How much are they?" I asked.
"A dollar."
"But, ma'am, I can't pay a dollar. That's all I have, and I must have fifteen cents out of this
dollar for a bridge toll to get home, for I live on the other side of the river. I must have a cheap
pair of bedroom slippers though. Do you have a pair that's perhaps torn or soiled that you can't
sell?"
"What do you want them for?" she asked.
I told her the story.
"O," she said, "take these for eighty-five cents."
I hurried back to the hospital. The Chinese man was sitting on the edge of his bed. His feet
were so dirty that I opened the door of his little wash stand, got out his wash basin, got some water
and washed his feet the first thing. What a blessing came as I washed his feet! Then I slipped the
little stretch bedroom slippers on his feet. He looked at them, stood up and looked at them again.
He then folded his hands without smiling. He bowed several times in thanks to me for those
bedroom slippers.
My heart sank. Here he was thanking me for the bedroom slippers. And it was not my
dollar. It was not my idea. But how could I tell him? He did not speak English. I did not speak
Chinese. I said, "Lord, how can I tell him that Thou didst tell me to get those bedroom slippers?
That the money was sent in by a Christian to get him these bedroom slippers?"
I did the best thing I knew. I pointed heavenward to God and then I crossed my arms over
my chest to show him the word "love." Then I pointed my forefinger at myself indicating that God
loved me.
He nodded his head in assent.
to him.
Next, I pointed to God again and folded my arms to show that God loved -- then I pointed
Again be nodded his head as though saying, "Yes, yes."
I was telling the message to him in signs and the Holy Ghost was translating it to him in
Chinese. A third time I pointed to God, then I made piercing motions into my hands and into my
feet and into my side. O I knew these were feeble efforts. I marvelled within myself that he could
understand what I was trying to get across. The Holy Spirit was leading me and in the best way I
knew how I was trying to show him that God had come down and was pierced.