The most compelling missionary biography I've ever read.
As a young 20-something, Jackie Pullinger sensed a call to go into missions. Where she was to go she did not know, and missionary societies weren't interested in her. One Spirit-filled vicar suggested she get on a boat and go as far as as she could. She took his advice, trusting God to meet every need. She sailed to Hong Kong, was initially denied entry, but had an Advocate who was helping her. With no money, no job, and no prospects, she embarked on an adventure which would mean the transformation of hundreds of lives inside Hong Kong's infamous Walled City.
No review can encapsulate the inspiration, lessons, and exhortation presented in this testimony of Pullinger's work. Here are a few things that hit me:
- Jackie's simple, child-like faith and that exemplified by the Chinese gang members
- The entitlement attitude among the Chinese she tried to reach through her youth group. She was, in their eyes, a rich Westerner and they wanted to bleed her for what they could get. It was the gang members, prostitutes, and opioid addicts who were desperate enough really to want the heart of what Jackie had to give.
- Jackie being told she needed the baptism in the Spirit if she really wanted to see fruit, her offense at this, the persistent prayer of the Chinese couple to see she got it, and finally - her speaking in tongues.
- The key role praying in tongues had in Jackie's ministry, but also the Chinese addicts coming off heroin with minimal or no symptoms when they prayed in the Spirit.
- The joy of the new converts, despite their circumstances, poverty, etc.
- What hideous things come out of a culture in which demons are worshiped: children brought into the world by parents' greed so that they will serve them; children bought and sold or produced simply so the adult will have someone who will worship their memory when they're dead. Women treated as property. Dogs beaten in restaurants while they're still alive so their meat will be tender after they're killed and served to eat.
- The fact that British police (in earlier decades, anyway) recognized the dangers of witchcraft as a punishable offense by the law and indicted criminals accordingly
Pullinger writes with humor and flair; she feels within her right to invoke mild sarcasm at times toward the church where it failed to share her burden. While I couldn't give less than five starts for the dramatic impact of this book, there were a few ways in which I'd have liked to see the story improved.
For one thing, the book ends rather abruptly with a lot of loose ends. There was no way to keep track of all the names mentioned, nor how they were related, nor the timeline etc. but by the end of the book, there's no follow-up on specific Triads mentioned. One or two are mentioned as becoming pastors, but that's the extent. Whether they continued to be in any kind of relationship with Jackie is not known.
At one point, Jackie sells her prized oboe to redeem a prostitute. Here she mentions in a single sentence, out of the blue, that she was part of the Hong Kong Philharmonic for two years. I read that line three times to make sure I understood it. This was the first indication, other than her time with the Willanses, that she had any kind of a life outside of running through the squalid streets rescuing those in the gutter.
Jackie indicates some moments of anguish, but she seems to take most of life in stride. Did she ever have any ongoing personal struggles? So many of these missionaries come across as superhuman in their biographies, but an autobiography allows room to be real. I think this aspect of the journey is just as important as all the fruit.
And I really wanted to know of what became of the Willanses.
Memorable passages:
Every day- as I had promised the Willanses- I prayed in the language of the Holy Spirit. Fifteen minutes by the clock. I still felt it to be an exercise. Before praying in the Spirit I said, "Lord, I don't know how to pray, or whom to pray for. Will You pray through me, and will You lead me to the people who want You?" And I would begin my 15-minute stint. After about six weeks, I noticed something remarkable. Those I talked to about Christ believed. I could not understand it at first and wondered how my Chinese friends had so suddenly improved, or if I had stumbled upon a new evangelistic technique. But I was saying the same things as before.
It was some time before I realized what had changed. This time, I was talking about Jesus to people who wanted to hear. I had let God have a hand in my prayers, and it produced a direct result. Instead of deciding what I wanted to do for God and asking His blessing, I was asking Him to do His will through me as I prayed in the language He gave me.
Once Ah Kei became a Christian, he began to tell the good news to his family, who one by one accepted it. Ah Bing's father was so pleased to see the change in his son-in-law that he too became a Christian and was baptized with the Spirit. He threw a lavish dinner to celebrate...Afterward, the father rose to his feet and announced, "Once I was young and now I am old, but never before have I seen a bad man become good.
Ah Fung...stayed not one year but two in our houses and became very helpful and responsible with other boys. He was just one of the 75 boys we took in during the first 20 months. Each had his fascinating story, and all, without exception, came off heroin without pain and trauma."
Few of the junkies...had any exposure to Christianity before coming off drugs. Far from being a hindrance, this helped them. Now they would arrive saying, "I heard how Ah Kei (or some other friend) has changed. He says it is Jesus who did it. Ah Kei is the meanest addict I know. If Jesus can change him, he can change me too." Their faith did not depend on theological concepts but on seeing Jesus working in others and on their willingness to let Him work in their lives. Each time they prayed, their prayers were answered, and their faith grew as they were healed.
The boys who had come off drugs were very good at helping the "new boys." Having recently been through withdrawal, their faith was high. The other boys listened to them with some respect when they said, "It works - once you begin to pray, the pain goes. Just ask Jesus and pray in the Spirit."
Upon word that his father was dying, Bibi went to see him in the hospital. When he arrived, his father, who had come off opium himself and become a believer, said simply, "Now that Jesus has made my sons good, I'm ready to go to heaven." He kissed both his sons a tender farewell, but instead of dying, he was healed as his sons prayed for him. A week later, he was discharged.
Over the years we had hundreds of short-termers who want to get the picture immediately - if possible, on video - so they can show it to their home church and have an inspired evening. I have begged them to love the people and stay, just like Sai Di did of me of 30 years. The disadvantage of short-term missions is a wrong perspective based on this generation's need for instant results.