When His Body Was Not Good Enough
He Served the Lord Desperately
Among the brothers and sisters of my generation, perhaps many, like me, are both familiar and not so familiar with Brother Wu. Familiar, because in almost every meeting we would see the brother's figure and hear his fellowship; not so familiar, because the brother was like a great tree, often sheltering us from wind and rain, like one of the father's generation—always more respected than familiar.
On the first day of the winter and summer trainings each year, Brother Wu always personally handed out the training material bags at the venue, carefully finding each name, then lifting his head to carefully recognize each registered saint, always with a few warm words of greeting.
When meeting at Hall One, the brother always sat in the first seat of the first row on the right side, often watching the stairway up to the second floor. Who had come, who had left, who came for the first time, who had returned to God's house after a long time—he kept his family members on his heart. He served with his heart.
In the service fellowship, I saw a pattern in him. From the all-church elders' meeting, to the meeting-hall service meeting, even to small-district fellowship—from great to small, in the finest detail, balanced in depth and breadth. He cared for every special work and often put out strategic key points; from the increase of numbers to the meal service, from the social situation to the flow throughout the earth, truly every matter seemed to be within the brother's capacity. He could be mindful of all that is in Christ Jesus.
Learning to coordinate with the brothers in selecting hymns at the bread-breaking meeting, I was always in fear and trembling. Brother Wu was very good at enjoying the hymns; the hymns he selected, the pray-reading, the praises, always added to everyone's spirit, again and again pushing it to another peak. In the meeting hall and the small-district meetings, Brother Wu was as positive in functioning as a young person, and as mature as a veteran coach.
When his body was good, he served the Lord; when his body was not good enough, he served the Lord desperately—this is the pattern Brother Wu left us.
Once Brother Wu told me that three days a week he had to be at the dialysis center; to fellowship was no problem, only that sometimes he had to be in the hospital…; fellowshipping with the saints was his joy and comfort.