Make Your Life Count: July 2007

The time was 1947. The place, China. The communists under Mao Tse Twig had begun "The War of Liberation", and Chiang Kai-Shek's government armies were being pushed hack.

Nonetheless a young American evangelist by the lame of Bob Pierce had preached with good success in Shanghai, Hangehow, Nanking wherever Christian missionaries could arrange meetings. His last stop was at the University of Amoy on Amoy (now Xiamen) Island in the Formosa Strait. Hundreds of college students made decisions for Christ. Upon hearing him, a tall Dutch reformed missionary named Tena asked Bob to stay over and speak to the 400 children who attended the mission school she ran nearby. He agreed.

He spent four clays telling, as simply as he knew how, the good news of Jesus to the Chinese schoolchildren. When he felt the time was ripe, he appealed to them to accept Christ as their Lord arid Savior, then go home and share with their parents their new faith. Many young hearts were gathered into the Kingdom.

The next morning, as Bob prepared to cave Amoy, he stopped by the school to say goodbye to Tena and thank her for the opportunity to minister to the children. Instead of lie gracious early morning reception he had expected, a distraught \woman met him at the Front door. In her arms was a child. The little girl was still sobbing. Her back was alurid pattern of red lines and purple splotches. She obviously had been whipped and beaten. Her thin dress was soaked with blood. Her eyes were puffy from crying and she hold on to Tena's neck as if her life depended oils it.

"What happened?' Bob asked. "White Jade did just what you asked, Tena replied. "She went straight home and told her parents she had become a Christian and would worship only the one true God Look what it cost her! Her Father screamed that she had dishonored her ancestors, beat her and threw her out of the house. Tena thrust the traumatized little girl into Bob's arms and asked, "Now, what are you going to do about it? I have six other children already sharing my rice bowl!

Bob held the child awkwardly. White Jade wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on us shoulder. Every few moments, she shuddered with the residing sobs. Tears streamed down Tena's red face. Her lip quivered, hut her aw was clenched. The pain in her eyes demanded an answer. Pierce was shaken to the core of his being. The enormous social implications of Christ's gospel began to unfold in his mind. The incredibly vulnerable child in his arms was a child of the King. And she needed to be cared for.

Tena stood, unmoving, waitinq for an answer. "All I haves five dollars, he said meekly. The bold, confident evangelist-before-thousands was humbled and quieted by the needs of the precious child he held, That's fine", she answered. I'II takeit. Five dollars will buy enough cloth for a new dress, some rice and a new slate for school. When you gel home, send me five dollars every month. I'll let White Jade steep in the kitchen. I promise you I'll take care of her.

World Vision was born with that five dollars; a ministry dedicated to caring for the white jades of this world, propelled by the prayer Pierce wrote in the fly leaf of his Bible- Let my heart be broken by the things that break the heart of God."

Excerpt from One Life at a Time by Robert A. SeipleCompiled by Burce Brander WV Information and Communications Group