Perhaps she was too young to realize what was happening or to scan the encroaching waves with terror. "But God" had other plans. A man, looking down from the bridge, saw her there, and the police rescued her and brought her to us. She has been safe and happy under Christian care ever since, and now she can sew and knit well, so should misfortune ever leave her alone in the world perhaps she can still make her way. I have never seen her look so happy and well and content as this year, and we marvel anew at God's love.
January has marched in with its work too, the end of the year bills and reports, the aftermath of everything. Maintenance, too, raises its imperious head. Our Ban-li Christian Conference Grounds, now 18 years old, has a roof in the church-auditorium that must be redone because of white ants. We are talking of making it of "slab cement" this time hoping it will break their teeth if they try to eat it.
The Student Hostel at Koan-san on the far East Coast was built of bamboo, and it is falling down too. We own a fine piece of property there, so we plan to build with cement blocks a hostel that will last for more than 20 years. This is for Christian mountain students, and their Christian parents are relieved and happy to have their young people stay there under supervision while they attend schools on the plains.
Maintenance problems are not romantic but they are necessary. Just as a house-keeper finds that she must always be renewing and improving things in her home, so we have to do the same with our many places. But we serve literally thousands so that is why it is doubly necessary.
*Extracted from Lilian Dickson Letter Collection