Postby uc pseudonym » Tue Jun 24, 2003 3:40 pm
Well, the word Japan is in the title of the thread, so I suppose this isn't too offtopic. Last Sunday a member of our congregation told a story about the years that he had served as a missionary in Japan. It encouraged me somewhat, and made me think that there's more hope than we think. Here it is:
He had just arrived, and he didn't know the language. So he was staying in a small town with a language school to learn. The plan was to relocate to a bigger location once he was able to witness better. However, the building was worn down, and the only carpenter they could find didn't speak English. With the help of friends, they managed to hire him. They communicated mainly by "signs and wonders." The missionary made signs and the carpenter wondered what he was trying to say.
Anyway, the missionary wanted a doorframe removed and a wall built where it had been. He tried to explain how to take off the doorframe (a seperate piece of wood), and then left on other business. He returned to find the carpenter was methodically hacking through the doorframe, ruining it and making a mess of the floor. Realizing he hadn't explained well enough, he got a chisel and began to pry away the doorframe to show him how it was done. The carpenter was very surprised. Because it was nearly closing time, he left and the missionary swept up after him. The next day he returned and did the job just fine.
Once they knew the language, they headed to start their missionary work. They did give the carpenter some tracts, but they weren't too optimistic, since he had gotten tracts from others before and not converted. After years of work, the missionary had completely forgotten about him. By chance, he was in the same town, and learned that he had converted some time ago, and was leading a small church! They were very happy about this, but had no idea why it had happened.
One night, the missionary got a chance to ask him about it. He smiled, and asked if he remembered the doorframe so many years ago. The missionary vaguely did. The carpenter explained that he had worked for many foreigners before. Whenever he did something wrong, they would yell at him and some fired him. In Japan, a carpenter always sweeps up before he leaves, but because he was embaressed, he forgot to do so. But they hadn't gotten angry, they had merely tried again; even more amazing, they had actually done part of his job for him. Unable to understand why they did this, he was confused for some time. He knew they were different, but he didn't know why. And then he remembered some tracts he had been given...
Well, I found it encouraging.