HUDSON TAYLOR The man who believed God by Marshall Broomhall

VII
FOR MY NAME'S SAKE
WITH only three persons to bid him farewell, Hudson
Taylor set sail for China on Monday, September 19, 1853.
The vessel was the Dumfries, a small sailing-ship of only
four hundred and seventy tons burden, and he was the
solitary passenger. But the measure of this venture for
Christ was not dependent upon earthly eclat.
It was a significant coincidence that on the same day
the British and Foreign Bible Society passed a resolution
to print immediately one million copies of the Chinese
New Testament. Hudson Taylor, as he bade his mother
farewell at Liverpool, was entirely ignorant of this decision;
and the Society in London had possibly never so
much as heard of the young man who was to be God's
Apostle for the opening up of Inland China to the Gospel.
But One Hand was guiding both.
It was a day never to be forgotten by mother and
son, as a little book entitled Parting Recollections, in the
mother's clear handwriting, still exists to prove. And
Hudson Taylor, though he sang and prayed with unfaltering
voice at the little farewell meeting in the cabin,
and though he quoted to his mother those brave words of
the Apostle, "Noneofthesethingsmoveme,neithercount
I my life dear unto myself", was still deeply human. The
anguish of his mother's heart cut him to the quick, and
after they had parted he leapt ashore to embrace his
mother once more and whisper in her ear some words
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