He Waited Until the Platform Was Set Up Before Going to the Airport to Pick People Up
I remember in 1991, when the brothers asked me to come back to the training center to coordinate and learn to serve, a certain church called saying they wanted 72 of the iron beds previously used in the FTTT. After I took the call, I went out, and just as I passed by Hall One, walking by Brother Wu's desk, I casually asked about it. Brother Wu lifted his head and began to say, "Yes… in the tent on the rooftop of Hall Three, there are 13 on the right side and 2 on the left; at Seven-Letter Hall 702 there are 3, at 704 there are 2, at 802 there are 4…" Before I had even taken out a pen to write it down, he had nearly counted up to 72.
This was the first time I was so stunned by a brother's memory that I did not know what to do.
When I got engaged in 1992, he was very glad to be the representative of the family elders. At first I thought he gave me special care because of my father, but gradually I came to know that this was simply his manner of life. Later, even the refreshments at our wedding gathering were quietly paid for by Brother Wu.
From 2002, the brothers gave me the opportunity to coordinate in serving the conference's electrical and sound systems; we set up the venue almost until deep into the night before each meeting, and Brother Wu would always appear quietly at the venue in the middle of the night. To us small behind-the-scenes serving ones, this gave a special feeling of being cherished.
Once, a little after one in the morning, the workers were setting up the stage at the venue. Suddenly I heard someone call me from behind, asking, "Are you the only one here? Bring another chair over…" Brother Wu thus kept me company the whole night, fellowshipping until 5:30 before we knew it. He stood up and said, "I have to go to the airport to pick people up." The conference was to begin that very day. He was truly a good pattern of one who was not for himself but only for Christ and the church.