As Long as the Body Has Not Fallen, There Is Still Time
Whenever I went to the United States to attend the winter and summer trainings or other gatherings, I always saw Brother Wu there helping to hand out name tags and outlines—this did not need his personal service at all. At the publication stand at the central-blending meetings, too, I often saw Brother Wu's figure; he always served as a slave together with everyone.
On the surface one rarely saw Brother Wu smile, but he had a stern face and a kind heart, was a big and humorous person; as long as it was something he could do, he always did his best. He was a pattern of one who did not love his own soul-life. At the end of the co-workers' training in early February this year, he fellowshipped about his own condition, saying, "As long as the body has not fallen, there is still time." Indeed, the brother served to the very last, until he fell. Our brother, all his life, for the Lord's recovery, sacrificed his own life, family, and future, faithful unto death.