Two weeks after I got home was a birthday of my grandfather, who
died many years ago. My father set some sacrifices on the parlor
table, before the ancestral tablet; he wanted me to bow down and
worship with him, but I refused. I told him while I honored my
grandfather a great deal, yet I could not worship him. The
Christians only worship the one true God. This made him very angry
at me, he so angry that he did not take his breakfast that
morning. From this time on, my father was cross to me very often,
he called me a man without conscience. I did not mind about that,
for I knew he loved me in his heart. He had not learned what
Christianity was. I tried to please him all I could. When he
scolded me I answered him softly. I prayed for him and for all my
relatives every day. I asked the Lord to send the Holy Spirit to
them, that they might prove what was good. Two or three months
afterward, I found my father and relatives changed a great deal.
They seemed to like Christianity more than they did.

Sometimes I showed them some things which they never saw before,
such as photograph album, Holy Bible, book of mission stories with
many pictures in it. I explained the pictures to them and they were
all pleased. I also told them that these good books were presented
by my kind teachers. I gave the names of these faithful workers of
the Lord and said they were the best friends of the Chinese, the
reason was that they love Jesus. I then went on and told them about
the true God, and his blessed Son Jesus, who love the whole world.
They all kept quiet and listen attentively. Besides these, I show
them my coal-oil stove, alarm clock, thermometer, etc. These things
greatly pleased them. I told them the wonderful arts, the
machineries, railways and the telegraphs. These news led them spoke