My . . . mother had come to see me off from Liverpool. Never shall I forget that day, nor how she went with me into the little cabin that was to be my home for nearly six long months. With a motherâ€™s loving hand she smoothed the little bed. She sat by my side, and joined me in the last hymn that we should sing together before the long parting. We knelt down, and she prayedâ€”the last motherâ€™s prayer I was to hear before starting for China. Then notice was given that we must separate, and we had to say good-by, never expecting to meet on earth again. For my sake she restrained her feelings as much as possible. We parted; and she went on shore, giving me her blessing; I stood alone on deck, and she followed the ship as we moved toward the dock gates. As we passed through the gates, and the separation really began, I shall never forget the cry of anguish wrung from that motherâ€™s heart. It went through me like a knife. I never knew so fully, until then, what â€œGod so loved the worldâ€ meant. And I am quite sure that my precious mother learned more of the love of God to the perishing in that hour than in all her life before. (cf. John 3:16-17)
Hudson Taylor was a missionary from England to China. The following is what he wrote in his diary as he described his last few minutes with his mother before leaving for China. What a love for God! Both mother and son sacrificed greatly to get the work of God done. We will have our mission’s conference–The World Vision Celebration–September 18-21. I hope you will plan to attend every service! It will be a wonderful time with our missionaries and learning what part we can each play in getting the gospel to the world. Read the following and ask yourself what you are willing to do to get the gospel to the world!