The Spirit of missions . hought, Vhere I must re-ounce the gods that you believe in androrship a strange God. And as I layn the quiet, beside my sleeping com-)anions, sleep v^^as far away, and myi)illow was soaked with tears, and my sobs] had to smother under the heavy com-orter. The next morning brought me a new)roblem. In my home, with the newlay, we always turned our faces to the east and worshipped the great and won-derful god who came rolling up from thedeeps and scattered the darkness withhis brilliant rays and warmed his ownland, the land of the rising sun. ButhoAV could I do such a thi
The Spirit of missions . hought, Vhere I must re-ounce the gods that you believe in androrship a strange God. And as I layn the quiet, beside my sleeping com-)anions, sleep v^^as far away, and myi)illow was soaked with tears, and my sobs] had to smother under the heavy com-orter. The next morning brought me a new)roblem. In my home, with the newlay, we always turned our faces to the east and worshipped the great and won-derful god who came rolling up from thedeeps and scattered the darkness withhis brilliant rays and warmed his ownland, the land of the rising sun. ButhoAV could I do such a thing here? Allthose Christians would see me, and atleast laugh at me, if they did notactually punish me. On the other hand,I must be faithful to my family. • Re-volving over and over in my mind someway to do this, I went down with theothers to the sink, with its long row ofshining brass bowls, where faces werebeing washed and teeth scrubbed. Stillpondering, as I performed my morningablutions, a brilliant idea came to ONE OF THE DORMITORIES OF ST. MARGARETS SCHOOL, TOKYO
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