24 September 2017
Dear Phyllis,
Since
I cut my thumb two weeks ago I have had a lot of time to sit in my
chair and ruminate of my life. My thumb is much better – I think. It is
bandaged up so I can't see it, but a week ago I had surgery where they
dressed up the wound, cut back the bone, and sewed up the end of my
thumb. All I have to do now is to wait for Jesus to heal the wound.
Over
the years it has been my privilege to know a large number of some of
God's greatest servants. In the archives of God's Hall of Fame, one that
would be near the top of the list is JB Friends. I have mentioned him
to you several times before. He is one of my favorites. He was one of
the weakest men I ever met, but, oh, the presence of Christ in his life!
There is much I could say of him, but one startling incident was when
he was speaking at a Japanese conference. One night he stood up and
said, “Konban wa” (Good evening). We all snickered. Then he said,
“Konban, watakushi wa Nihongo de inoritai to omoimasu” (Tonight I want
to pray in Japanese). We were startled. We had never heard a visiting
speaker say such a long sentence in Nihongo (Japanese). Then we were all
dumbfounded as he poured out his heart to God speaking Japanese. After
the meeting I asked him, “How in the world did you learn that?”. He
said, after he was saved he wanted to be a missionary to Japan. The Lord
said, no, South Africa was to be his field. But for his love for Japan
he had read the entire Japanese Bible through on his knees in South
Africa and looked up every word. I have lived in Japan for 50 years and
never done that.
I
don't know how many times JB Friends had been in Japan as a visitor –
maybe half a dozen – but one year when he was back I spoke to his wife
saying, “Mrs. Friends, you wouldn't know me but my name is Bill Cook,
and I met you and your husband when you were here in 1965”. She utterly
floored me when she replied, “Bill, we looked for you when we were here
three years ago, but we were told you were in the states at that time”.
But the real shock came when we had the Friends up to our house for
lunch. I introduced Mrs. Friends to Take chan, who was living with us.
(Take had had serious mental problems but the Lord had wonderfully saved
and healed her.) When I said, “Mrs. Friends, this is Take chan...”; she
turned to her husband and said, “Burtrum, Burtrum, this is the girl we
have been praying for in South Africa”. Take burst into tears. I have no
idea how the Friends ever got a copy of our prayer letter. I never sent
them one, but obviously they had been praying for us for years.
In
unforgettable message Brother Friends told the story of a young
missionary, around the turn of the last century, who was going out to
preach one morning. As he was walking through a village he noticed a man
lying on a mat in a house reading a book that looked like a Bible.
Bibles were so unusual in those days he stopped to see if that was what
it really was. The man was dying of TB but somehow had come to
possession of a Bible. The man had never met a Christian in his life but
simply by reading the Word of God he had been saved and brought into
the deeper life. As the missionary was leaving the dying man said,”I
have written a poem. If you care I would like to give you a copy”. This
was later translated by Buckley Buxton.
The poem.
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With
Him, with Him upon the Tree, ah this, yes this is rest at last. Here is
the souls felicity, here is the crown of victory, here is all sorrow
past.
With
Him, with Him upon the Tree, here all my pain and grief have died. I
look in vain for misery, for joy is all that I can see, with Jesus
crucified.
Strong
pain hath held me in its sway for six long weary, weary years, and yet
my heart is always gay, my lips are singing all the day; I have no time
to tears.
No
tears... and yet the more His grace doth this my joyful heart o'r flow,
the more 'tis torn by fierce distress, the while I see a wooing grace
rush to its form of woe.
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I
never heard anything like it. Here is a man, in Japan, dying an
agonizing death with TB – he has never met a Christian in his life - but
simply by reading the naked Word of God he has been taught by the Holy
Spirit the deepest truths of our identification with Christ. More than
that he experienced the paradox of the Gospel; always suffering and yet
triumphant. “No tears and yet the more His grace doth this my joyful
heart o'r flow, the more 'tis torn by fierce distress, the while I see a
wooing grace rush to its form of woe”. This is one of the great
mysteries of the Gospel that is seldom taught. Paul told us about it in
his own experience of always dying and yet living. Always chastened but
never killed. Always sorrowing and yet always joyful (2 Cor. 6:9, 10).
That was one of the most amazing messages I ever heard.
The
testimony of that man is utterly unique. He wasn't a hardened sinner
who had thumbed his nose at Jesus for years and then, when he got in
serious trouble, thought he would be kind to God and accept His offer of
salvation. He wasn't a man with a Christian background who was
surrounded with Christian friends praying for his salvation. He didn't
have a dust covered Bible on a shelf in his house and a waste basket
full of tracts. He hadn't heard endless hours of TV evangelists. He
hadn't sat in church for 15 years hearing Bible expositors explaining to
him the deeper truths of the Gospel. He had never heard the testimony
of anyone who had been born-again. And yet, with no other witness than
the printed Word of God, he had accepted the truths of what is written
there, and the Holy Spirit had taught - and imparted to him - the life
of Christ like few people ever experience.
But
the miracle doesn't just end there. No doubt this suffering man died
and went to heaven having never seen another Christian other than that
young missionary who stopped for a brief one hour of fellowship. Little
did this nameless man realize that 120 years later, his testimony and
poem would have been translated into English by one of the most famous
British missionaries; it would be quoted by a man from South Africa and
then 52 years later sent out by email to many from an American living in
Thailand who remembered it just like it had been said last night. Most
of us can't remember a Sunday morning message by the time we get home
for lunch. I sat in church listening to a Japanese preacher for five
years and cannot tell you one message he ever preached. But JB Friends
message has been engraved in my mind like it was cut in stone.
Little
do we realize the importance of little things. One man that I want to
look up in heaven is this Japanese brother and tell him how those words
he wrote in his loneliness and sorrow had such an impact on my life. Of
course I am looking forward to seeing JB Friends in heaven and renew
fellowship on a much deeper level than we ever enjoyed here.
And,
of course, I am looking forward to seeing you in heaven and give you a
big hug, if I don't see you before hand. Oh Jesus is wonderful. It can't
be far from here.
Hoping to see you soon. Sayonara, bill