submitted byPastor Jeff Ables
The following is a translation from Chinese to English. It was written by a Chinese man who we will call Edward H. It has been translated by Bob Patenaude who is an Independent Baptist Missionary to The Chinese speaking people. Edward was a student in Brother Patenaude's English class while Bob was working in China.
This is a true story and can be used to show that it is never to late to do that which is right.
As you are growing up some events that happen in the past may have disappeared from your mind. But there are some things that you will never forget. Never!!
One day at the age of twelve, I was gluttonous. One of my friends came to me and said "How about a barbecue?" "Barbecue?" I replied. "Barbecue what? Barbecue would be good but what will we barbecue?." "A dog!" he answered quickly. My mind was racing. Dog meat. Ha. It is delicious. I was excited when I heard him saying this. It had been five years since I had ate dog meat. And that was cooked in a pot. And now we will have it barbecued.
But where was the dog? Upon seeing my confusion, my friend told me his plan. Mr. Zhang had a dog and he would not find out who stole his dog. Mr. Zhang was blind and very old. Its a good idea since we cannot afford to buy a dog.
The dog was killed on an early Sunday morning when the old blind man was still asleep in bed. After cleaning the dog we took it to a hill, made a rock, set a fire, and placed it on the rock. It was cooked until well done. Although no spices were added it was delicious.
Two days later, my father said to me, "What a pity! Someone stole the blind man's dog and killed it. The remains were found on the hill. It is just like breaking his legs."
How I was ashamed of my conduct. The dog was the blind man's guiding light. He depended on it. But I had broken it off. I must make an apology but I dare not. He would never forgive me, I thought.
One year passed. The blind man's health was getting bad. He had since gotten another dog but it was of no help to him. He had to be in the bed all day and all night. I could not have peace anymore. I still could not endure telling the truth. I decided to make an apology, though I thought it would probably be to late.
To my surprise he smiled after hearing my confession of the truth. With a smile on his face he said "Was it good tasting? Take good care of your dog." As he said this he looked at the dog lying by the foot of the bed.
My father told me that the blind man knew the truth just the day after the dog was killed. He had asked my father not to scold us. He had hoped to get an apology from us who assumed no one knew the truth. Now he got it. He wanted to give the dog to me for a memory. Now I understood his words "Take good care of your dog."
Tears puddled in my eyes.