In Loving Memory Sept.
2011
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| Dr. David and Betty Woodward |
Happy Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival! We’ve much news this
month, but we will save it for later because we'd like to celebrate the life of Dr. David Woodward (1918-2011),
who married Sue and I in 1981 in Taiwan.
Even today, 30 years wlater, he continues to influence our lives, and
many others, especially through one of those strange ‘coincidences’ that seem to pop up in our
lives…
Coincidences or Father’s Hand? In early 2011, two
Chinese reporters interviewed me about
the amazing “coincidences” that have helped me pull together the history of the
Amoy Mission (I was able to show them emails and other materials to document
them).
Scientists have long tried to explain
these uncanny coincidences. In the 1920s,
Carl Jung dubbed it synchronicity. Even
Einstein spoke of how his insights came not from logic but from unexplained
inspiration. Some call it the Force (rather like Star Wars!).But I
see it as our Father’s hand. He weaves
the tapestry of our lives so deftly and gently
that we usually go about our lives completely unaware of just how much we take
for granted. But sometimes we entangle ourselves so much that He reaches in
to straighten out a knot or two—such as he did right after our honeymoon, and
later did with a gift from Dr. Woodward...
The Magic Zheng
While in Taiwan for our wedding, Sue
bought a Chinese zheng for my wedding present.
I had wanted one for years, and was delighted—and then I left it on a
public bus in San Francisco while transferring to another airport. I was
devastated, and halfheartedly threw up a hopeless prayer—more of a complaint
than a plea for help, blaming my Father for allowing his child to be so
careless. I had zero hope of ever seeing
the zheng again because neither the instrument nor the case had any ID. It was not, I felt, an auspicious way to
start married life—losing my wedding present before I even got it home.
A full month later, back in Los
Angeles at grad school, I was called out of class to the office—and on the
dean’s desk was my zheng—no note, no explanation! The bus company must have spent a month of
detective work tracking down the owner of an instrument with no ID on it or in
it. For me, it was a special delivery
straight from heaven.
I thanked our Father for the returned
zheng—and apologized both for losing it and for blaming Him for my loss,
because the incident drove home two valuable lessons. One—we, not our Father, are responsible to
steward what He entrusts to us. But two,
and more encouraging to me, our Father really is there to help his
children. And He continues to drive home
this lesson even today in ways so amazing that some have made it into the
Chinese newspapers! But one of my
greatest lessons came through the book “Detour from Tibet,” which Dr. Woodward
gave to us at our wedding....
Dr. Woodward, a grad of Princeton and
Fuller T.S. (my alma mater), set off on horseback in 1945 for Tibet, and then
served for decades with Betty in India, Hong Kong and Taiwan, where Sue knew
the Woodwards while she was growing up (Sue’s parents were in Taiwan 30 years with TEAM,
and she was born and raised there).
Marital Counseling—or Cautioning? Sue was thrilled that
Dr. Woodward agreed to marry us at Taipei’s Christ Chapel, but I was nervous
when he said he had to first counsel me.
My ears were still burning from the marital counseling of Chuck Saunders, my friend from Taiwan days.
(Read more about the Saunders at:
www.amoymagic.com/AM_Saunders.htm
)
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| Chuck Saunders |
Don’t Do It, Willy! I met Sue at Chuck and Donna’s house in Pasadena on Easter Sunday, 1981,
and after watching our love blossom, Chuck took me to a Mexican lunch and
dispensed these words of wisdom: “Don’t
do it, Willy!” (Only Chuck, and Art
Velasquez, ever called me Willy—precisely because they knew I hated Willy).
Chuck was concerned not for me but
for Sue. He knew me from Air Force days
in Taiwan, and my time as a special agent in the U.S. and the Middle East, and
he was worried Sue would not be able to handle the kind of life I was likely to
live in mainland China. I of course
greatly respected Chuck and his advice. He and Donna influenced me on
everything from attending Fuller T.S. to going into business, and then leaving
business to go to China. But when it
came to Susan Marie, I was deaf! Happily
for us, once they realized we were determined to marry, they embraced us like 2nd
parents, and Chuck was the first to visit and encourage us in China right after
we arrived in 1988.
Marriage Counseling—the Sequel After Chuck’s insights
on marriage, I certainly did not want a second round of marital counseling from
Dr. Woodward. But Dr. Woodward did not
dissuade me, perhaps because the wedding was only 4 days away (and Sue’s dad
had my plane tickets and wouldn’t let me leave the island without his daughter
in tow). But Dr. Woodward did advise me
on how to keep the wife happy, and given that he was married to Betty for 66
years, I figured he must know what he was talking about, and I listened!
The Magic Book
As we prepared for the wedding, Dr. Woodward delighted us with tall but true
tales of entering Tibet on horseback, and he gave us a signed copy of his book
“Detour from Tibet.” I treasured that
book, which I read several times, and was one of the few books I took to China.
So imagine my frustration when Sue loaned it to a Chinese student, who loaned
it to another student, who lost it. I
did not say much about it, but inwardly I stewed at losing yet another wedding
present. And unlike the zither, I never saw that book again, but our Father
used it to teach us a great lesson!
A year after losing my treasured
book, we heard that some of our university’s Chinese students had volunteered
to work in Tibet so they could also share their new Life there (Chinese
tentmakers). And a year after that news,
we had one of those “coincidences” that even today gives me goosebumps to think
about.
In 1994, Sue, the boys and I drove
40,000 km. for 3 months around China, up the coast, through the Gobi Desert, to
Tibet and back. I was exhausted by the
time we reached Lhasa,(Tibet) but the second day both body and spirit were
charged when a young Chinese said to us, “Are you Bill Brown? I’m a believer from Xiamen Univ. who
volunteered to serve in Tibet. I was moved
to do that because of your book, “Detour from Tibet!”
A year lesson, Dr. Woodward was
delighted to hear that he was still touching the hearts of Tibetans half a
century after he left the place. And
happily for me, he gave us another signed copy of his book. I do hope to hold on to this copy, but I also
pray that I’ll never again put books, or anything else, above people.
On August 23, 2011, Dr. Woodward
ended his brief 93 year sojourn on this planet. And now, for the first time, he
can view the magnificent tapestry of life—not from the knotty and tangled
backside but from the beautiful perspective of the Master Weaver, for whom even
the smallest thread has both beauty and purpose.
Ping'an, Dr. David Woodward!
Xiamen University www.amoymagic.com
