Chapter 15 Postscript

Five or six years ago, I was teaching in a specialized school in A.In this undeveloped city A, there are really not many people who can chat with them at leisure. An American missionary teacher who taught English in the same school seemed to be feeling this kind of pain, so he and I became very good friends after I lived in City A for only two months. Nearly three months after I started my business in autumn, I was making coffee in a south-facing room on a sunny afternoon when he suddenly barged in.He drank coffee with me, chatted about the leisure time, and sat down for more than an hour before we knew it.The concierge brought in many of my newly arrived foreign magazines, and I gave him a few copies and taught him to take them apart to read. At the same time, I also picked up a monthly magazine about literature and art printed in England, and printed the cover Take it apart, open it and read it.

After flipping through a few pages, I suddenly came across an article criticizing this year’s Chalon art exhibition in Paris. There was a paragraph in the middle that praised a selected Chinese student’s painting titled "The Lost Woman". Which are a few Chinese characters, but the foreign name is CCWang.After reading a few lines, I pointed it out to my American friend and said to him: "The paintings of our Chinese students were actually selected in the Chalon Art Exhibition in Paris." When he saw the name, he suddenly raised his eyes and thought for a while, as if he was thinking about something.After thinking for two or three minutes, he suddenly patted the table with his hand, and shouted to me: "I remembered, I know this artist."

I also felt strange when I heard it, so I asked him if he met in the United States or in Europe?Because my American friend has been to Europe before, he said with a smile: "It's not in the United States, nor in Europe, but I met here." I was even more confused by him, so I asked him to explain.He opened his mouth and smiled and said: "This is a patient in our hospital. Three or four years ago, he had a heart attack, passed out in the snow nest, and was later sent to our hospital. He stayed in the hospital for more than five months, because I went to the hospital every week to preach, so I got to know him later. I saw that he was always frowning and deeply depressed, so I had time to talk to him about doctrines and the Bible. I wanted to relieve his depression. Once I talked to him about prayer and confession. I said: All our sorrows can be expressed and handed over to a shepherd who is greater than us, because we are all lost sheep. , There are dangers and fears in the lost way. It is inevitable. Only by telling this shepherd nakedly the dangers and fears that we cannot bear, so that he can bear them for us, can we live in peace. Prayer and confession in the church That’s the meaning. He seemed to be very moved when he heard what I said. A few days later, when I visited him for the second time, he first prayed with me, and after the prayer , he took out a very long confession under his pillow and showed it to me. The manuscript of this confession is still with me. I can show it to you next time. It is really clearly written and detailed. After he was discharged from the hospital, I heard that he went to Europe, I think this must be him, because I remember that I once wrote the name of CCWang in a directory."

A few days later, he really showed me the manuscript of the confession. After I read it, I also found it a little interesting, so I asked him for it and hid it. What was published earlier is the full text of this confession, and I added the word "Lost Sheep" in the title for him. Duff's Journal, December 19, 1927 According to the first edition of Shanghai Beixin Bookstore on January 10, 1928