Sunday, February 23, 2020

Rain

23 February 2020

Dear Phyllis,

Two hundred years ago there were two capitals in Japan. The main capital was called Kyoto, but 500 km to the east there was another capital called Tokyo, the east capital. There were two connecting routes between these two capitals. One ran along the coast called the Tokaido sen, and the other ran inland through the mountains called the Cho sen. For those going the central route, it was a three day trek across the Kanto plains from Edo, the city where the east capital was located, to Yokokawa at the base of the mountains. From there it was a 30 km hike up a 1,000 meter mountain pass to a small farming village called Karuizawa. The only thing of significance there was a way station inn for the travelers. At the turn of the last century a British missionary, Robert Shaw, was doing evangelism in that area and shared with his friends what a delightful climate it was in Karuizawa. By 1907 such a large gathering of missionaries, escaping the suffocating hot weather in Tokyo, gathered in Karuizawa that they built a large tabernacle there to hold summer conferences. This became the conference center of Japan.

In 1967, I was the director of the Karuizawa Japanese Language School and on the board of the Karuizawa Union church, that ran the summer missionary church in the historic tabernacle. We had had on our agenda a plan to build a chapel, multi-purpose. building for youth activities and a place for the winter church for missionaries living year round in Karuizawa - mostly language school. students But for five years a fund raising thermometer chart hung near zero. At a committee meeting one day I suggested, “I believe I could put up that building”. We wanted a high ceiling for recreational activities that made truss construction out of consideration. The fellows on the committee asked, “How would you do it?” “I would make wooden arch laminated beams.” The men on the committee that year were crazy and said, “If Bill thinks he can do it, lets let him try”.

Glue lams (laminated beams) were common in America and Europe but unknown in Japan. It had been my major in college, and I wrote to the research center in Madison, Wisconsin asking advice. The man there answered my letter politely, and suggested I contact a sister organization in the Japanese government, but warned that such a technical job of making glue lams, shade-tree (at home), was impossible. I went to Tokyo to talk to the research center men who were very helpful, but, again, warned that what I had in mind was impossible. They were shocked to meet a foreigner who spoke their language and knew enough about this field to ask the questions I had. Glue lams was a new field in Japan and they were concerned that it not get a bad reputation. There were only three factories in Japan that could make then and one had had a serious failure in making big wooden arches for an Olympic restaurant that had come unglued. They were so concerned when they learned I was serious they would have called the police, but there was no law in Japan covering a case like that. In desperation, they adopted the attitude, if they couldn't stop me they would join me.. The top authorities in both countries said I was impossible to build a form that would withstand the tremendous amount of pressure involved in mending that much lumber to make a curved arch. Beyond that there were a number of technical difficulties that made it prohibitive without a major investment in manufacturing facilities. Or in other words, it can't be done.

What happened after that was; there were more major miracles than at any time in my life. The design of curved aches is extremely difficult that only a few high level engineers are capable of doing. One day I sat down with a pencil and paper, asked the Lord to show me how to design one, and started drawing sketches. Finally I got one that looked about right. I took my drawing to a Swedish missionary who had been an engineer in Sweden and worked with glue lam arches. He said my drawings looked about right.

The first thing I needed was a shop in which to make the beams. The summer tabernacle was perfect but I had to heat it. The day I spent Y10,000 ($25) out of my own pocket for insulation a totally unprecedented gift of Y10,000 came in from Kyushu.. I needed lumber. I could get that custom sown but that had to be dried to 12% moisture content. I knew of no dry kilns in Japan but one day, driving though Nagano, I saw plant that looked like it had a dry kiln. We called over there and they did have a kiln and would dry our lumber.

Three weeks later we had a call one afternoon saying our lumber was dried and ready to pick up. I looked outside and the sky was black. I had a horrible vision of our dried lumber sitting outside getting wet and commandeered my co-worker Koji, and another man with a truck to go get the lumber. We got there right at 5:00, closing time, and they had the lumber where it couldn't be loaded with a forklift That meant we had to load everything by hand, one stick at a time. We were frankly loading the truck when the rain started to come down. An old man stood there watching us and remarked, “You better tarp what you you've got and go home”. I said, “We can't, We've got to get this all tonight.” “But you are getting wet.”. I had been praying desperately and rebuking the devil. When the old man said, “You are getting wet”: I roared back, “Tonde mo nai (Impossible)! This is our Father's work and He isn't going to soak us.”. When I said that, suddenly a peace came over me and I knew were were safe. I hollered at Koji and Yoshi and told them, “Let's not kill ourselves. Let's take a break”. For the next hour we loaded in our leisure and not a drop fell on our lumber. We threw a tarp over the load and got wet tying it down. For an hour we drove through heavy rain going home but the rain stopped 10km before we got to Karuizawa. We off loaded the lumber in the summer tabernacle and I got home at midnight. Before going to bed, as I was thanking the Lord for the miracle, it started to come down and rained all night. But our lumber was safe.

The number of major miracles that happened for the next three months are too numerous to mention, but when June came six beautiful curved arch glue lams had been completed. Now we had to put up the building. I got half a dozen missionaries to help us erect the chapel. The weather was fine on Saturday as we got the foundation finished. Sunday it clouded up a little and when I got up at 5:00 Monday morning,it was raining. I asked the Lord why the rain. Then I thought, “What would be better; to have a nice sunny day, or to have horrible weather, and then suddenly miraculously the sky clear up?” Oh Hallelujah!!! Lord, let it rain. I was euphoric. I went to work at 7:00 and Koji had a rain coat on. I rebuked him for unbelief. At 7:30 my secretary, Lavina, called from Yokohama saying she was worried and had been praying for good weather. I assured her, “It's pouring blessing at the moment but I promise you at 9:00 o'clock suddenly it will quit.” Nine came and it was still raining, but we still had a little preparation to do. I promised all the workers, “When we carry these beams outside not a drop will hit them.” By 9:15 I couldn't stall any longer. Six men picked up one beam and started out the door. I said, “Lord Jesus, here we come. Turn off the water.” It kept coming down. We carried the first beam 30 meters to the job sight in heavy rain. Someone gave me a rain jacket and I furiously threw it down in the mud roaring, “I don't care if I drown. By my faith and by my word it won't rain!” It did - until we went inside for lunch. Suddenly it quit. One of my language teachers ran up to me and excitedly said, “Sensei, it quit raining just like you said”. It did until we went outside again to keep working. It didn't rain, it poured every cotten-picken minute we were outside working on that building. At 8:00 o'clock that night, when we finished, the rain stopped. Everyone was jubilant. What a miracle! Six gorgeous beams and all the frame was standing, and nothing was damaged; except my pride. That got washed away.

But the Lord had one more lesson to teach us. The first day all the frame was put up, and the second day we had to put the roof on. It didn't look good but we made excellent progress until 2:00 in the afternoon, it started to sprinkle. We were putting on a double roof with glass wool insulation in between. We had the first layer on and were right at a go or no-go point. We got off the roof and went in the church to have some prayer asking the Lord what we should do. Some fellows had some sin to confess and my heart wasn't right. After 20 or 30 minutes of prayer the consensus was Jesus had heard our prayer and it was safe to keep going. It was weird. Standing up on that roof we could see off in the distance. The sky looked just like a doe nut. It was black 360 degrees all around us but we were in the hole and not a drop came down until 8:00 that night. Just as we got the last strip of tar paper dry sheet nailed down, the rain started and we were wet before we got off that roof. But the roof was on, everything inside was dry, and it was safe. Of all the miraculous things that happened on that job the day it rained was probably the mot profitable day. I had gotten so high on miracles I thought I could walk on water. It was that day Jesus taught me that He was in charge of heaven – not me. - and the rain washed away a great deal of haughtiness from a proud, arrogant man.

On the 6th of August we had the dedication of the new Karuizawa Youth Chapel debt free. All the money had come in while we doing the work. That was 1969. The chapel has been standing there for 51 years and will probably be there for another 50 years. This isn't a spiritual testimony. I didn't go to Japan to be a carpenter but to build the Kingdom of God. But among all the buildings in Karuizawa it is arguable that more souls have come to Christ and been saved in that building than any other structure in town

And one more blessing came out of that job. The Japanese research center told me that I was probably the leading foreign authority in the field of laminated beams in Japan. Pretty good for a failure, college drop out. Through that project my reputation was circulated that I was an authority in construction. Over the years I have seen hundreds of missionaries come and go. Very few stay for the long haul. But my hammer has kept me on the mission field for the past 51 years. Five years after the chapel project I was asked to be the pastor of the Karuizawa Bible church. And for the next five years I wore three hats. I was the director of the Karuizawa Language School, the pastor of the Japanese Bible Church, and the regional branch office head of the Nazareth Construction Company. Our CEO is a skillful Jewish carpenter.

Thank You Jesus,
                               bill

PS: Last week I made a beautiful podium for the Living Springs Bible center. It is the prettiest thing I ever made.

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Tobu


9 February 2020

Dear Phyllis,

In 1959 a good friend, Willis Charico, used to go every month up to Nagano-ken (prefecture) to a town called Tobu. I have no idea why he went up there. He lived in the Tokyo area, but for some reason he used to go up there every month to do dendo (evangelism). From time to time Willis would invite me to go with him but I never got around to doing it.

In 1981 we returned to Japan after being in he states for a one year furlough. I had been released as director of the language school and because we had no other place to go we returned to karuizawa in order to put Davey in the MK school there. While searching for something to do, a fiend asked me if I would build a church. Of course I was delighted to do something like that and took on the job. I had forgotten that Willis Charico used to do dendo in Tobu but it was located 30 km west of Karuizawa. A lady from Tobu had been saved. She had a 21 year old daughter who had been killed and Sachiko had received quite a bit of insurance money through her daughters death. As a memorial for her daughter Sachiko wanted to use that money to build a church in her home village and was looking for a carpenter to do it. I was delighted to take on the task to give me something to do in Karuizawa while we were living there. Sachiko bought a piece of property near her family's home and made arrangement for me to go over there everyday to have lunch. Her sister and brother-in-law were members of the Sokagakai which was the most demonic religion in Japan.

The Sokagakai is a militant sect of Buddhism that was the biggest
threat to Christianity in Japan at that time. Buddhism basically is a very passive religion that never threatens anyone, but the Gakai was highly unusual in saying, when they took over the country they would kill and eliminate all Christians. For ten or fifteen years in the 1960s it looked like they might do it. They were unusual being the most expansive religion in Japan and became a serious threat. I had never been close to any active member in the Sokugakai and wasn't too excited about having to go there everyday for a meal, but the Ogawas turned out to be a very fine family and we became quite close friends. Mr. Ogawa was a difficult bird but Sachiko's sister Michiko was pleasant and a very good cook. I thoroughly enjoyed her meals and going over there for daily lunch became the highlight of the project. The only problem was they had a large butsdan and I had to have my meals everyday sitting in front of that ugly thing. A butsudan is a six foot box-like frame that holds the idol that the family worships everyday. Nearly every home in Japan has one and it is the center piece of the house. Everyday when I went there for lunch I would bow my head to thank God for the food and everyday in my prayer I would always pray, “Lord, burn that thing.”

Building the church was a major project. Sachiko gave me about $20,000 for material and I did the vast majority of the work totally by myself. For the big two-man jobs I hired a couple of other regular carpenters to help me, but for 90% of the work I did alone. That Tobu project was an unusual gift ordered of the Lord. It gave me something to do for the year Davey was in school in Karuizawa. It provided a permanent witness for Christ in Tobu, and I developed a deep friendship with the Ogawa family. While I was working on that project we received an invitation from Neil Verwey of the Japan Mission to come to Ikoma to join that mission. By June, the Tobu Christian church had its dedication, a fine young pastor and his family had moved in the church to take over the ministry, and we left the Nagano area to move to Ikoma.

After we moved to Ikoma, from time to time I would return to the Nagano area. The Bill Reese family had taken over the Miyota church that we had helped start that was about 15 km from Tobu which gave us some residual roots in that area. The church in Tobu had done very well. The congregation was expanding to be a well established witness in that town. I heard that two years after I finished that church that Michiko had come down with brain cancer. She had had surgery but was in the last stage of cancer at home. Fortunately, through her experience with cancer she had come to Christ and her entire family had been saved. One time when I was up visiting the Reeses the Ogawas heard that I was there and sent a message that they wanted to see me. Sunday afternoon I drove over to Tobu to see Michiko. What a nostalgic moment! It was great to see a health flourishing church where three years before there had been no witness for Christ in that town at all. And driving up to the Ogawa house brought back memories of many pleasant hours we had been together. Michiko was in last stage brain cancer and had been reduced to being more or less a vegetable, but the Sunday I was there she was wonderfully, and unusually, clear. Oh my goodness, did we have church.! This was the first time I had seen them since they had come to Christ. We talked about the Word, prayed to Jesus, sang, and wept together. What a time! Michiko said to me, “Bill, if you had stayed here we would have been Christians right away.” As I was, the Lord used her cancer to bring the family to Jesus and they had become the pillars of the church.

As I was leaving I noticed the old butsudan that I had had all my meals before was shut up. I asked Mr. Ogawa, “What are you going to do with that thing?” He replied, “Oh, I don't know. Probably throw it away.” “Look, I've come with my truck toady. How would you like for me to haul it away for you?” “Ongai shimasu (please do it)” I could hardly believe it as we struggled to drag that enormous thing out of the house; he said to me, “Let me help you get rid of the garbage”. Oh what music, to hear this hateful Sokagakai man call his butsudan garbage as we loaded it on my truck. It was a further joy an hour later when I struck the match to burn it.

A year later I saw my dear friend., Mary Takahashi, from Karuizawa asked, “When did Michiko Ogawa go to be with the Lord?” I was stunned when Mary told me, “After you burned that butusdan Michko recovered from brain cancer and has returned to going to church.” That is one of the most amazing testimonies I have ever heard. But there is a sequel.

After we moved to Ikoma a wonderful couple started coming to the church we had in our house I became close friends with the Kosugis. Michi was saved shortly after they started coming to our church and after a period of time her husband gave his heart to Jesus. Kosugi san was a very high level man. He was the top engineer for a world-class water distilling company and had spent a couple of years in the Middle East building major water distilling plants. Neither Kosugi san or Michi had worshiped idols but after they became Christians his father had hired a carpenter to put a kami dana (god shelf) in their house. They both hated it, but out of respect to his father, Kosugi was reluctant to get rid of it. Then one night their three year old daughter came down with a major heart sickness that required a great deal of radiation. Michi had to hold Mari chan for the radiation treatment. Michi did not realize she was pregnant, but due to the radiation she started to bleed. The doctor told her that it was imperative she have an abortion or spend three months in hospital bed rest. No way she was going to have an abortion. One night I was visiting her in the hospital and shared with her the story of the Ogawas in Tobu. The next morning she called her husband and desperately pleaded, “Please call Bill and have him tare down that kami dana.” Kosugi called me at 6:30 and I went over there to tare it out. That was 37 years ago. All the Kosugis are wonderful Christians. Mari chan is now 40 years old and the miracle son, Hajime kun, is 37. And after we tore down the kami dana Kosugi's father got saved. Following Jesus is a pretty good idea.
                                                     bill

Monday, February 3, 2020

Living Water


Dear Phyllis,

When I was 29 I preached one of the better messages of my life in a rescue mission in Elmira, NY. I preached from the text in 2 Kings 7:3; “Why sit we here until we die?” I said to those alcoholics, “I don't have anything to say to you tonight that you haven't heard dozens of times before, but it hasn't done any good. What I have to say to you is very simple. Jesus Christ has come. He has opened a well of living water. All you've got to do is drink. You are dying of thirst, and sitting beside life giving water. There is salvation. Jesus offers to anyone who want it a marvelous life that exceeds your wildest imagination. Man, there's salvation out there; TAKE IT!” But I can't recall whether or not anyone was saved that night. The director of the rescue mission thanked me for the message.

I thought the scene in that rescue mission was an exact replica of the scene in Samaria in 2 Kings 7. There was a horrendous famine in the city. They were selling an ass's head and dove dung for food, and women were eating their own children (2 Kn. 6:25-29). The Lord had caused the Syrians to hear a noise and they had fled leaving behind a huge stash of food, raiment, and gold (7:8). There were four leprous men sitting outside the city, and they came up with the brilliant reasoning, “Why sit we here until we die?” They had two options. One was to go into the city and die with everyone else, or, two, defect to the Syrians and get killed. But there was the outside chance that the Syrians might not kill them. Of the two options that seemed like the best. When they got to the Syrian camp they discovered unimaginable treasure; they started wolfing down steak, trying on new shirts, and hiding gold (7:8). Then they thought, “This isn't too smart. Let's go in town and tell the rest of the folks” (7:9). Here they had a city full of people starving to death when there was more food than they could eat sitting right outside. That was the same scene as what I faced in the rescue mission that night; and we have all faced it every time we have tried to share what a treasure there is in Jesus with an unsaved person.. Oh my goodness, what a frustration!

But it is not just restricted to the unsaved world. We have practically the same scene inside the church. Oh me, what unimaginable things are all around us and we are like children playing in a sand box and have no idea what we are missing. But you don't miss what you don't know is there. I wonder if Jesus and some disciples were frustrated. Admittedly, Jesus knew that the Father had hidden spiritual truth from the wise and prudent, and revealed this unto babes (Lk. 10:21,22). When He talked to opposing Pharisees He knew the reason they didn't believe was because they weren't God's sheep (Jn. 8:42-47). Jesus said repeatedly, that they who were of God would hear His voice and those who weren't wouldn't hear (Jn. 5:37,44: 10:27). Jesus knew there were two types of people – those who were of God and those who weren't. And those who were not of God, would not, and could not, believe. But it still hurt Him to see those who would not come. He still cried, “Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how often would I gather your children like a hen gathers her chickens under her wings. And you would not” (Mt. 23:37). There is a note of sadness in that cry.

I am not a prophet. I certainly am not a well known speaker. But I sit here like one of the lepers in Samaria sitting on a pile of food while there is starvation in the city. I have seen things that 99% of the Church of Christ has never heard of, and never will hear until we are gathered in heaven. I knew from direct relationship one of the greatest testimonies in Vietnam when the top North Vietnamese general died an unsaved man, went out into eternity, and came back from the dead a born-again Christian. I lived with him in his home and preached the first message in his home church but his testimony will never be published. It was one of the most maddening, frustrating, experiences of my life when that testimony got buried. He is with the Lord now and only a very few will ever hear what the Lord did in his life.

An almost equal miracle happened in Cambodia. The Pol Pot era in Cambodia was unique in human history of national genocide. Pol Pot is credited with killing a greater percentage of his own people than any dictator in human history. The stories of the killing fields in Cambodia are blood chilling. During his reign of terror there was one facility that was so horrible it made Hitler's Auschwitz seem almost humane; where 18,000 prisoners were incarcerated and there were 12 survives, The director of that house of horror was a man by the name of Comrade Duch. He may have been responsible for some of Pol Pots madness. When a person was brought to Tuol Sleng he was told, “We know you are guilty. If you weren't guilty you wouldn't be here. Now tell us what you did.” Then they would proceed to use the most horrific techniques to torture the victim until he made a full confession of his crimes. Ninety five percent of these were ridiculous. Most of them were they had been a spy for the CIA or KGB. Then the culprit was mercifully killed. The worse part was what he had to endure until he was killed. Duch would then send these reports to Pol Pot of “the confessions of his enemies”. This fueled Pol Pot's paranoia to make even more bizarre arrests. In the end Pol Pot killed 2/3 of his original cabinet who had been his close friends from the early days of the Khmer Rouge. Duch was arguably the bloodiest man in the Pol Pot regime. His record of personal atrocities makes him one of the most vile men in history. When the Vietnamese attacked Cambodia on Christmas 1979 Duch was the last man to leave Phenom Penh. He got out of town a day after the city fell. After the fall of the Khmer Rouge Comrade Duch took on a new identity calling himself by the name Hang Pin. In 1996 he was wonderfully brought to Christ by a Baptist missionary and became a godly pastor. But in 2007 the Cambodian government convened a trial for former Khmer Rough officials and he was sentenced to 25 years in prison. He was 67 when sentenced so it is highly unlikely that he will ever be released to tell his story. I have had a great desire to go to Cambodia to interview him and write his biography for the Christian world, but that will never happen. Along with General Tha Dam his testimony will die in silence.

When I was a very young Christian, the Lord led me to teach the Song of Solomon. Every Monday evening when I started preparation for the next Sunday lesson I would read the passage and ask Jesus, “What does this mean?” Invariably He would answer, “What does it say?” I would reply, “It says this, but it can't mean that.” That argument would go on every night for three or four nights until I would gasp, “You mean that it really means what it says?” In recent years I have come to embrace the approach to exegesis that the Lord taught me 60 years ago. When I quit trying to explain the Bible by my own understanding but simply accept that the Bible means what it says; even though that doesn't make sense, the Bible has exploded for me where now it is like looking at the sun. My heart is so full of things I long to share it is ready to burst. But you and a very small hand full of readers are the only listeners I have. There is so much I wish I could share but it won't happen. It's kind of frustrating.

Changing the subject; I believe the Lord has spoken to me about what He has in mind for my eye. I am usually wrong more times than right, but at the moment I am more comfortable than at any time since the doctor told me I had cancer. Basically what I have in my heart now is; “It is all over. No problem.” I am still waiting on two things. The first is to get a spouse visa for Thailand. That will take at least another month. And the second is funds for a ticket (s). I really don't want that until I (we) get ready to go. Jesus knows His own mind best, but there is no question but what He has in mind is good. And I hope in that it will be His will to see you and have a cup of coffee in the not too distant future.

Rejoicing in the hope of His coming, bill