I was serving at a local nursing home, and I met the resident pastor. I introduced myself and asked him his name. "The people call me Hungry!", he replied. He is of small stature, and I thought he couldn't get enough to eat. What kind of hunger did he have?
The time was after the 6th of August, 1945 the day Hiroshima was bombed. Hungry was walking the streets of a city in Japan and he was looking for food. He wasn't able to find any, because everything was destroyed. The next day he went looking for something to eat, and had the same result he had the day before, nothing. This went on for 13 days, and no food. On the 14th day he was going through a pile of rubble, and found a yellow New Testament. It was written in Japanese, and he began to read it. As he was telling me his story you could tell he was still excited about finding The Word of God. He stated that he was so into his new found treasure, that he read it and didn't even think about how hungry he was for food. He said he found God's Word about mid- morning, and read late into the night! Then he couldn't wait till morning to read some more. "The Word of God satisfied my hunger!" He was only 12 years old when he found the book, and he has been saved and serving The Lord 67 years now! Did he ever find food?
Hungry continued to tell his story. There was a missionary's house in the city where he lived, and shortly after he found his treasure, he went there because they had food to eat.
When Hungry was 18 he decided to come to the US, to attend bible college. After his education he went to Brazil as a missionary. While he was there he met his wife who also was a Japanese missionary, and now he is still a missionary in the US. I asked Hungry if his parents accepted The Lord? He sadly replied, "No. My father was a Shinto priest, and after I became a Christian, he put me out of our house. I lived at the mission until The Lord led me to go to Bible college. I went back to see my father to tell him about Jesus, and the difference He has made in my life, but He refused to listen." "Did he ever change his mind?," I asked. "No, he died and went to Hell."
I asked Hungry what frustrated him the most. This is what he answered: "When I found the little yellow Bible, I knew that it was true, but when I shared it with others, they didn't believe me. The best that The Lord has for them, and they will not believe that it is true. It's hard to be a minister, because you want everyone to become Christian, but few do. This Christianity is not a religion; it's a relationship with the only Living God!"
The time was after the 6th of August, 1945 the day Hiroshima was bombed. Hungry was walking the streets of a city in Japan and he was looking for food. He wasn't able to find any, because everything was destroyed. The next day he went looking for something to eat, and had the same result he had the day before, nothing. This went on for 13 days, and no food. On the 14th day he was going through a pile of rubble, and found a yellow New Testament. It was written in Japanese, and he began to read it. As he was telling me his story you could tell he was still excited about finding The Word of God. He stated that he was so into his new found treasure, that he read it and didn't even think about how hungry he was for food. He said he found God's Word about mid- morning, and read late into the night! Then he couldn't wait till morning to read some more. "The Word of God satisfied my hunger!" He was only 12 years old when he found the book, and he has been saved and serving The Lord 67 years now! Did he ever find food?
Hungry continued to tell his story. There was a missionary's house in the city where he lived, and shortly after he found his treasure, he went there because they had food to eat.
When Hungry was 18 he decided to come to the US, to attend bible college. After his education he went to Brazil as a missionary. While he was there he met his wife who also was a Japanese missionary, and now he is still a missionary in the US. I asked Hungry if his parents accepted The Lord? He sadly replied, "No. My father was a Shinto priest, and after I became a Christian, he put me out of our house. I lived at the mission until The Lord led me to go to Bible college. I went back to see my father to tell him about Jesus, and the difference He has made in my life, but He refused to listen." "Did he ever change his mind?," I asked. "No, he died and went to Hell."
I asked Hungry what frustrated him the most. This is what he answered: "When I found the little yellow Bible, I knew that it was true, but when I shared it with others, they didn't believe me. The best that The Lord has for them, and they will not believe that it is true. It's hard to be a minister, because you want everyone to become Christian, but few do. This Christianity is not a religion; it's a relationship with the only Living God!"