I'm one of the trustees of the Midnight Mission in
Chinatown. It's a hard place, but will you come and take charge of it? I
can't keep any one there longer than a few weeks; they get drunk or are
licked or done up some way. I want some one with backbone; will you take
it?" I thanked him. He had said enough to make any one refuse a job like
that, but I knew all the ins and outs of that quarter, and I thought
I'd like the work. I asked God's guidance, and I spoke with Mr.
Dennison, the pastor of the Church of Sea and Land, and he said it was
wonderful the way God was leading me. "Go and see what it's like," he
said. "Try it. You can run the church also, but if you see you can't get
along, give it up."
My wife and boy were planning to go on a visit to Ireland to see if it
would improve her health, and when I told her of Mr. Gould's proposal
she did not want me to go: she was afraid I'd get killed. But I said it
would help to pass the time away until she came back. So in 1900 I took
charge of the Chinatown Midnight Mission, remained there six years, and
left to be a lodging-house missionary.
I well remember the first night.
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