September 12, 2021
The Influence of One Small Woman
While
visiting Methodist mission stations in Southeast Asia, my wife and I worshipped
one Sunday at an English-speaking church in Taipei, the capital city of
Taiwan. Arriving early, we were greeted
warmly by our host and invited to take a seat in the fellowship hall with those
who were listening to the pastor’s devotional message. We sat down beside a
nondescript woman and a little boy whom I assumed was her grandson.
As
the meeting concluded, our host walked over and asked, “Have you met Mrs.
Aylward?” Somewhat embarrassed, I said we had not, for I had paid no attention
to the little woman. Our host introduced us to Mrs. Gladys Aylward, whose name
meant nothing to me. He went on to explain that Gladys was the remarkable woman
whose life was portrayed by Ingrid Bergman in the movie, “The Inn of the Sixth
Happiness.” Suddenly our interest in this little woman went from zero to ten
because we had seen the movie and loved it.
The
movie is based on a book about Gladys written by Alan Burgess and titled The
Small Woman. It is the true story of a chambermaid in Great Britain who
believed God wanted her to go to China as a missionary.
Incredibly, with no formal education, no support from anyone, and no money of
her own, Gladys works as a maid and earns enough money for a train ticket to
China. She served there during the years leading up to World War II.
Aylward’s courage in the face of
invading Japanese soldiers is the focus of the movie. Tenacious and courageous
only begin to describe this remarkable woman who led dozens of children to
safety over a treacherous mountain range. There, in that fellowship hall in
Taipei, I was recalling scenes from that movie as I looked down at the frail
little lady who was smiling as she shook my hand.
Gladys shared with us that, still
caring for children, she was now operating two homes for orphans who were
mainly abandoned children. Putting her arm around the boy beside her, she said,
“This little fellow was left at my door when he was an infant. I have raised
him as my own child.” I assumed she had adopted him when she told me his name
was David Aylward.
Thinking again about the movie about
her life, I asked Gladys if the movie had portrayed her life accurately. I was
stunned when she replied, “I have never seen the movie.” Tears filled my eyes.
I felt like taking off my shoes in the presence of a woman who was too busy
caring for abandoned children to bother looking at a Hollywood movie describing
her life.
Our conversation with Gladys Aylward
lasted no more than 15 minutes but meeting her made a profound difference in
our lives. Dean and I were never the same. We had met an authentic servant of
Jesus whose devotion to our Lord inspired us to seek a new level of surrender
to his purpose for our lives.
There,
for a few minutes, looking into the face of that small woman, I know now I was
seeing the face of the Christ. And He was reminding me that there is no limit
to his power to transform and use a person who is totally sold out to Him. + +
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