Dr. Harry W. Miller

Read a book about Harry Miller, missionary to China -- sooo interesting: I admire how much he “became one”, how he sought solutions for the local needs and expanded his work globally, how much he accomplished in his lifetime and how he didn’t stop until he was quite far along in years. As a missionary, it gives me a lot to look up to.

Here’s a useful sentiment from the writer, Raymond S. Moore…

One of the most satisfying experiences in later life is the recognition of divine leading in the choice of one’s career. Such influences may not be too easily understood in the earlier years of living; but, as time passes and growth makes a person more sensitive to appreciate forces and even small causes that have shaped his course of life, he becomes aware of circumstances that have guided him.

And here’s an interesting little exchange/tidbit... :)

“I’d like to see you start a sanitarium like the one we had in Shanghai.”

“At my age?” Harry Miller asked in astonishment, for he knew that normal retirement policies sent missionaries home by age sixty-five. He was nearly a decade past that mark.

“Who else?” Longway replied. “You are still able-bodied, and what’s more, you know the language. Nobody in the Orient knows as much about starting hospitals as you do.”

The challenge was too dear to his heart for Harry Miller to be able to forget it. Yet, the more he considered it the less he wanted to undertake the task alone. He kept thinking of a lovely girl – a schoolteacher – he knew in Mount Vernon, Ohio. Her name was Mary Elizabeth Greer.

With thoughts of attractive, sweet-singing Mary in his mind, Harry Miller returned to America. The big question was: Would she marry him, some forty years her senior? His fears were stilled by Mary’s response, “Some men are fossilized at twenty-five. Others are young in heart at a hundred.”