Chapter 35

THINK ON THESE THINGS.

 

(1 August 1978)

 

Matsuida Town is much lower in elevation than mountaintop Karuizawa, and about 8 degrees Fahrenheit warmer. It’s muggy hot in the summer, but the winters are far less harsh than Karuizawa, with much less snow and with more sunshine in the winter. On many a clear sunny winter day in Matsuida, I’ve gazed westward to see the high Karuizawa area socked in with thick clouds that are dumping snow on the inhabitants shivering in the cloudy gloom. On such days, I particularly rejoice to be planted in Matsuida. The Karuizawa clouds, snow, extreme cold, and shaded streets tended to make me gloomy. I rejoice to trade that for life in Matsuida, as ordained by my Creator.

Trees line both sides of many streets in Karuizawa to provide cool shade in the summer (in this cool summer resort town), but they block out warm sunshine in the winter. One late winter morning in Karuizawa, the sun came out brightly after a snow. So, I headed out from my house in Christian Center walking to the post office with no umbrella, because the skies were clear. But snow melting on tree branches hanging over the street was like cold rain falling. I got plenty wet and chilled in that cold shower, under cloudless slies.

The many trees in Karuizawa also block the view. But I like to seeforever”, like I did when living in Oklahoma.

Also, the interior of my little house is most pleasant, the 2 front rooms having large windows and sliding glass doors that let in much sunlight. This small, simply built house is “4 square” with 4 rooms, one in each corner to put it simply. The house’s “front” faces west, and the southwest corner room is my living room. The west (front) wall of the living room is 8 feet 5 inches across, and has 4 sliding windows of equal size (in one window frame) that run the entire width of that wall. Ever so much sunlight comes in thru those windows. Those windows are 4 feet high, and I can easily lift out all 4 and set them aside, when I am using this room in pleasant weather (making it an “open” room).

The south wall of the living room is 12 feet across and has a pair of sliding glass doors (each slides), each almost 3 feet across. Thus, both of them make up half the width of that wall. When the winter sun lies low in the south, its warm rays shine far into my living room thru that 6-foot width of glass that is 6 feet high, warming the room ever so well, along with making it bright.

Behind the living room, the south wall of the kitchen is divided into 3 compartments, toilet, urinal stall, and ofuro (bath). Each of these is tiny, but completely privately partitioned separately with a separate outer door for each. The toilet is an old-fashioned Japanese “benjo”, dry tank, no flush, like an outdoor toilet, but opening right into my kitchen. I call the septic truck occasionally to come pump it out.

“Hardship Missionary Richard, does it smell?”

‘No Ma’am, it stinks.’

“The single ladies who thought they would like to marry you are all most blessed that you remained single.”

‘Yes, Ma’am!’

 It has no seat (no place to sit). One squats low to ease one’s bowels.

Upon moving into this house and using that “squatty potty” regularly, my knees painfully rebelled against that low squat for a period of time. But my knees soon improved, causing me to realize that periodically squatting low was good for the one’s knees, as it stretches them. Also, I immediately saw that I got a fuller bowel movement more easily, in that low squat. And in less than a month, I begin to feel better overall (I believe, as a result of the fuller bowel movements).

Upon God creating this earth with “no facilities”, for many centuries it was common for a large percentage of the human race to ease their bowels (answer nature’s call), out in nature in that natural low squatting position (a God-ordained health plan), as opposed to doing so, highly perched upon a commodious throne. 

In the early 1990s, soon after arriving in the States from Japan, to be there 6 weeks, I repeatedly banged up my right knee one day doing heavy work. It swelled up painfully, but returned to normal (so I thought) in a week or so. But 5 weeks or so after “recovery”, the first time I went into a low squat back here in Japan in my benjo, terrible pain shot thru that knee. ‘So, I didn’t completely recover. And if a low squat is to be that painful to that knee until I go to Heaven, I won’t be able to endure squatting low.’ With that mindset, I daily grimaced in the benjo. But by the 3rd or 4th day of squatting low each day (painfully stretching the damaged tendons & such in that knee), the pain began to steadily lessen, and was gone in 2 weeks or so. (It did not heal during those 5 weeks I was in the States, not squatting any.) Object lesson I would advise you to practice a low squat a few minutes daily for stronger knees (separate from using the restroom, is just as effective).

“Missionary Richard, I am so terribly overweight that if I were to go into a low squat, it would take a quite large crane to lift me out of it!”

‘Pardon my intrusion into your gluttony! I’ll pray for you.’

Amazingly, this empty house is quite new, built just a few years before by an elderly Japanese couple who soon died (one after the other), not long after building the house and moving into it. (It was their daughter who had the house up for sale in late 1977 when I first inquired about it.) Practically no wear and tear on the interior of the house, making me feel as if I have a completely new house in all aspects. 

Three of the 4 rooms have Japanese straw mat tatami floors, (the kitchen and short narrow hallway having attractive laminated “wood panel” flooring). Gazing upon the natural look of these straw mats is most pleasant. Also, they give off somewhat of that natural straw (hayloft) smell, especially when the sun’s rays shine upon them. So warm, cozy, and pleasant smelling in the winter. Each straw mat is 3 by 6 feet in size; with a square shaped Styrofoam interior (for padding) over 2 inches thick that holds its firm square shape. They are laid snuggly together over a recessed sub floor designed especially for tatami.

My 2 front rooms are each 6 mats in size. The (northeast) small back room where I sleep is a 4 and a half mat room. The partition between those 2 rooms against the north exterior wall is 4 sliding Japanese “Shooji” doors, each made of “tough cardboard” in a light wood frame, with pictures of ocean waves and miniature pine trees on both sides of that sturdy cardboard. I can remove all 4 of those doors out of their shallow floor and ceiling wood frame grooves (recesses that hold them in place), and stand them aside out of the way, making those 2 rooms into 1 larger room.

With tatami straw mats, the custom is no beds and almost no furniture (sit on floor instead of in chairs). Sleep on futons (pallets), put them away in the closets that are custom built for them, and use that space for “living” when not sleeping. The 2 convertible factors in these 2 paragraphs make for more daytime useable space in tiny houses in this small, crowded nation.

When this house was built (in simple, cheap Japanese style) (around 1970), all its doorways were built the standard height for cheap houses here, that being 69 inches. My height is just over 69 and half inches. Plus, one rises up slightly higher than body height when walking, rising up on the ball of one’s foot. Thus, since 1 August 1978, for more than 4 decades now, if I forget to bow sufficiently (Japanese custom), each and every one of the many times I walk thru the doorways in this abode, my pate gets a painful scraping.

“Truly missionary life is one of much suffering, isn’t it, Missionary Boy?”

‘If you say so.’

Four sliding glass doors make up the entire width of the front wall of the other “front” (northwest corner) room.

My bedroom has a pair of sliding glass doors on the east wall to go outside from that room. The kitchen has a hinged door on the east wall (to the outside). These 2 exits are to the back of the house.

Opposite to them, on the house’s front (west) side, the main foyer (genkan) door is a pair of sliding doors between the 2 front rooms. Typically, in Japanese houses, the main entrance door to the house does not open into the living room, or into any room, no matter how small the house is. There is a separate foyer for one to enter into, take off one’s shoes, leave them in the foyer, and step up into a hallway. Thus, this tiny four-room house has 5 exits, one in each room and one in the foyer. Convenient, to say the least! (Also, sliding doors in tiny Japanese houses save room, no space required to “swing open”.)

Much glass space in the outside walls of the 2 front rooms of my small house has made life at home most bright for me down thru the 47 years that I have lived in this “cottage” in Matsuida Town (to date, 2025). This house will be my residence for well over half of the total time of my earthly journey.

Opposite to the front of my house on the far side of this narrow street is a vacant lot slightly higher than my house lot. Along my street, that lot is fronted by a 2 foot 4-inch-high rock wall, built long ago (possibly a century or more) using large rocks and no mortar. The absence of mortar makes a most natural look that I enjoy gazing out upon, from the front of my house.

(Such ancient rock walls abound alongside many streets here, some streets ever so narrow, and some of the rock walls up to 10 feet (or so) high, right against the street. Quaint, as I pedal my bicycle or walk thru such scenery. I am most blessed to dwell here, God’s Perfect Plan for me!)

My house is on a short, narrow, back street, those 3 factors resulting in very little 4-wheel vehicle traffic on it. People walk by and pedal by on bicycles, only 12 feet or so from the “wide-windowed” front of my house. I greet them verbally from inside my living room open window. Some stop to pass a word or 2 (or too many words, and/or too many nosey questions). Ever so close and personal (too much so at times, but we must take the bad with the good, must we not?) However, a most simple procedure will instantly send these talkative, nosey Buddhists hurriedly on their way; simply start talking of how wonderful their Creator God and Saviour of Mankind is, and they instantly depart from sight and sound. Amazing, the Power of God’s Words, to literally move people!

(Regarding noisy, talkative people, I am most blessed to have a large vacant lot across the narrow street from the front of my house. Perchance, houses also lined that side of the street, as they do this side of the street, the front windows and doors of that neighbor would likely be less that 30 feet from my front windows and doors, fewer than 10 steps away, for us to stare into each others faces daily, and for me, even from inside my own living room, to entertain their too many too nosey questions coming from outside the front of their house.)

From the area of my house in Matsuida, the rugged steep wide range of Mount Myogi about 2 miles away (at the closest point) is lovely. To the right of it, I have a lovely view of the live volcano (Mount Asama) (over 20 miles away as the crow flies), snow white about half the year, smoke curling up from the crater much of the time. I live on the edge of the Kanto Plain, on fairly level terrain (apart from, but close to those mountains) with a fantastic view of mountains to the west.

A few years after 1978, I will hike the 4-hour climb to the top of Mt. Asama with some missionary kids, and peer down into the glowing crater with the smoke and stinking sulfur smell in my face. It will be a great adventure, but once in a lifetime was enough for me. Since 1974, I’ve enjoyed hiking much in lovely mountains in many areas of Japan. But the older I get, the less I do that (for some unknown reason).

Populated areas of Japan are more densely crowded and compact than in the U.S. From my Matsuida house, I can easily walk to the post office, bank, grocery stores, and the print shop (and 1 or 2 other business places I frequent). The farthest of those places is about half a mile away. Also, I regularly walk (or bicycle) to all these places on fairly level terrain. Many people in Japan live in steep terrain, and if they walk or bicycle anywhere to and from their house, they ascend and descend a steep slope as they regularly make that round trip. The older I get, daily walking (or riding my bicycle) on level terrain, becomes sweeter.

Walking and bicycling around town on narrow quiet back streets, I greet others who are traveling in like manner, especially kids going to and from school. Elementary school kids are always walking, not entombed in a large yellow school bus. Sometimes they flock around me to chat. Junior high and high school kids are either walking or riding bicycles. They often greet me and sometimes chat briefly. There is ever so much more warm and close personal contact with the human race around me, than there would be if I were always zooming down the street entombed inside a fast-moving motor vehicle. O, my Lord has given me an ever so rich life. Simple is Best! You too, please believe it, and practice it as Our Lord leads you personally to do so.

And little, quiet West Matsuida train station is only a 7-minute level walk away. I walk there often to board a train. Presently (2025), I own a utility compact van, and drive it locally, but I travel long distances by train. If the Lord tarries and lets me live, and if I choose to give up driving in my old age, and if I’m still able to make that 7-minute walk, I can board a train 400 (plus) yards from my house to travel anywhere in the world, leaving the driving and piloting to a much younger generation.

Each night that I pillow my head on my pallet on the straw mat floor in my Matsuida house, my head is about 8 steps away (in a straight horizontal line on God’s earth), from the place that I pillowed my head in an upper room in the inn behind my house the night of the first day I arrived in this town, not knowing the name of the town and not knowing any soul in this town. “He lead-eth me, O blessed thought! O words with heav’n-ly comfort fraught!” Amen and Amen! Reader Friend, our Gracious Lord greatly desires to also lead you just as perfectly, if only you will allow Him to do so.

Thank Thee, my Precious Lord Jesus, for planting me in the perfect place. I worship Thee for Thy Perfect Way.

With “mine eye single, in mid-March 1975 I arrived in cold Karuizawa (amidst a blizzard of snow). My one desire was to study my Holy Bible and the Japanese language intensely day and night. Thank God I was able to accomplish that. I thank God for the many days of fasting, for several cold nights of prayer in that cave atop Mt. Hanare with the mice and bats. And I thank God even more that it came to pass.

Leaving the sinful military environment at Iwakuni, I looked forward to start daily associating with missionaries and other Christians in Karuizawa. It will be most uplifting, I thought. And, truly, many of the fellow believers were a rich blessing and a great help to me, giving offerings, food, and other substance to poor me. I’m most thankful for them and their much goodness to me. But I didn’t expect the degree of unpleasant (being unreasonable) things that I experienced from Christians.

Missionaries, Japanese pastors and Christians tried to make me into their lackey, being desirous to put me into servitude unto them, tho I knew each time that their desires were not God’s Will for my life (no matter how many “good” reasons they gave me enticing me to become their servant, and thus allow them to become lord of my life).

Some of them harshly interrogated me. “Whose authority are you under?” I was under The Authority of my Lord God Almighty. But the askers didn’t like that answer.  

“Where will you go to do missionary work?” “What kind of work will you do?” “What does the Lord have in store for you?” I did not yet know those answers. But the askers almost demanded an answer of me, like I was duty-bound to give them an answer, and like I was a dummy for not yet knowing that which my Lord had not yet revealed unto me, but He always faithfully led and guided me in due time, one step at a time.

A few missionaries acted offended and repulsed by me not raising support, but rather simply stepping out on faith, as my Lord clearly led me to do. I perceive that our Lord pricked their consciences with my act of faith. To God be the Glory!

A few married missionary men more or less decreed to me that I couldn’t serve God in Japan as a single male missionary. “Get married or else,” was more or less their ultimatum toward me, thus making themselves into my judge. Being highly mobile as a single person, I’ve been able to aid and assist several friends in times of injury, sickness, hospitalization, and death (of which I’ve written). Also, I was available to house sit for weeks and to keep children in their own home. God clearly showed me that this is the lifestyle He has ordained for me, and that He (my Creator God) is to be my Lord, my Guide, and my Judge. 

I praise God for each Scripture that teaches us how that God ordained for man and woman to come together in marriage, and teaches that Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favor of the Lord.” (Proverbs 18:22) But the several preachers, that have decreed to me that such is God’s Will for me, appear to have no regard for the following Scripture. “But I would have you without carefulness. He that is unmarried careth for the things that belong to the Lord, how he may please the Lord: But he that is married careth for the things that are of the world, how he may please his wife.” (I Corinthians 7:32-33)

And at age 30 in Karuizawa, some single missionary ladies and single Japanese Christian ladies around me (close to my age) (who desired matrimony, a most proper desire), went far, far beyond the bounds of proper etiquette in their efforts to make me their bridegroom.

Thus far (51 years plus, as I re-edit this in 2025) in my life in Japan, my time in the Christian language school in Karuizawa was (overall) the most unpleasant and most vexing period of time, due to such things that I briefly capped in the previous five paragraphs. That is most regrettable. Daily interaction with Christians should be most pleasant, uplifting, and blessed. Each of us Christians are duty-bound to God to strive to make that a reality.

And, an interesting side note, as for both male and female missionaries who purposefully made themselves a pushy, bossy thorn in my flesh during that time, as best I calculate, NONE of them served their Lord in Japan for as long as 50 years, a good number of them, not even half that number of years. Interesting to see how things pan out in the Long Run, now is it not?? Thank Thee, my Perfect Lord, for panning me out perfectly. To God be the glory!

Back in Chapter 31, as I pillowed my head in that sleeper train berth departing from Iwakuni in mid-March 1975, I related to you how glorious it was to then be set free from my “old life”, listing several factors from which I was then made free. Now, as I begin life “in my element” in Matsuida Town, please add these 2 factors I have related in this chapter: set free from living in the cold, shaded forest in Karuizawa Town, and set free from the Christians there who believed I should do their will, and hounded me toward that end.

The glorious periods of time I’ve thus far spent ministering on Guam, tremendously helped overcome the negative effects of these unpleasant things in Japan. The last Guam trip greatly helped me recuperate from the fierce spiritual battle in Matsuida. And it was so bless-ed that my Lord had a house waiting for me in Matsuida when I returned from Guam at the end of July 1978.

The previous two periods of stay on Guam (that included Ponape, & Truk), were thrilling beyond measure. The midnight hours and constant change of people, places, and events, was like I was constantly in a popcorn popper with the heat turned up full blast.

In 1977, I first planned to head west from Karuizawa to Koumi Train Line area to settle down there, attracted to the sleepy, quiet, rural area along that slow train line. That wasn’t God’s Will, so He used persistent Brother Dick to make me run in the opposite direction. Since then, a Bullet train line has been built thru that area with its station there, plus an express highway has been built thru that area with its “interchange” for access onto and off of it. Those 2 points of “progress” resulted in a quite long section of that quiet, sleepy rural Koumi Train Line area exploding with new shopping centers and such crowding, changing it into a bustling place I would not care to reside in.

Meanwhile, over the years, Matsuida has died down and gotten quieter, making it ever so suitable for me in my old age. It is just the right distance from Tokyo to go there and back in one day, when I have business in Tokyo. Also, it’s just the right distance for going to either of the Tokyo airports (Narita or Haneda) on the same day of my flight out of Tokyo (when I travel abroad), if my flight leaves in the afternoon. If it departs in the morning, I spend the night before, in a hotel near the airport. Truly, Thy Way is Perfect, my Precious Lord Jesus.

Upon leaving Iwakuni for Karuizawa, I foresaw me settling down for 2 peaceful years in Karuizawa in language study, never traveling far from there, and then immediately moving into a rental house in the town of God’s choosing. I never envisioned anything like my stay in Bob and Sachiko’s house on Yokota Air Force Base and the trip to the States. I never envisioned the rich and blessed trips to Guam and on to Ponape and Truk, preaching at Lukop Church in the jungle to the faithful people and the faithful cur dog that walked up jungle trails to the church.

“Missionary Boy, it certainly turned out much differently than you expected!”

It certainly did! Think on the many rich Spiritual blessings (written in this book), that I experienced near and far, from the time I left Iwakuni in mid-March 1975, till I rented the house in Matsuida on 1 August 1978.

From the day I was born, God gave me a most valuable upbringing in poverty and strenuous labor under the dominion of Christian parents. During that time as they reared me, my parents made practically all the major decisions concerning me. Then, from the day that Daddy totally released me from his dominion in early June 1964, till today on 1 August 1978 when I move into this house in Matsuida Town to be here for a long stay, thank God, my Lord’s Hand has been ever so steadily and so graciously upon me for good.

1. God enabled me to obtain a university degree.

2. He allowed me to obtain my dream of becoming a military jet pilot.

3. Christ kept me safely alive thru those flying dangers.

4. And then, finally and best of all, my Lord planted me firmly in the center of Japan, for the remainder of my life on earth, I hope.

Thus far in this book, though I have only written of well under one-half of my threescore and 19 years to date (2025), I need a break from writing, and you need a break from the boredom of reading this. As our Lord leads you, please tell others about this book and encourage them to read it.

I am also adding my missionary stories onto my web site piecemeal. “My Missionary Stories For Sunday School And For Everyone.” They are under that title on my web site. The devil’s hi-tech world has destroyed our God-given attention span. Thus, each of these stories has the appeal of brevity. By God’s Grace, I made them as compact and as powerfully written as I could. Please tell or read them to all the young souls that you can. Please freely reproduce them to spread them in every manner possible. They contain profitable prayers, teaching souls how to pray, and leading them to pray for Japan, and for my preaching in Japan.

Please spread the word of my short Radio Sermons, both written and audio, on my website. As they are being broadcast on radio, pray for Christians to be edified and challenged by them, and for lost souls to be saved thru them. Sermons 2023-8 and 2024-1 are especially precious.

My Missionary Newsletters are also on my website, starting with Spring 2002. (Christ-is-all (dot) us.)   

 “Freely give.” My paperback books are free. I also pay the shipping to send them to you. (I humbly accept donations with thanksgiving, but they aren’t necessary. Thank you, gracious souls who give financially, enabling me to print my books and such!)

I especially pray that many young souls between 13 and 30 years of age will be drawn to read my writings and to listen to the audio preaching and teaching. Please introduce me to all the “formative age” young’uns that you possibly can.

“And they just might find your Snaky story and flying adventures to be exciting reading.”

I hope so. I also pray for our Lord to lead Christian parents to select portions of my life’s story to read aloud to (and explain to) their small children who are not yet at that reading level. 

Please unceasingly intercede with me in prayer for the many lost and dying, perishing eternally, Japanese souls to whom I daily hold forth the Words of Life.

For He is faithful that promised

At the start of my missionary journey of a life of faith, depending on my Lord’s Promise to supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus, I was much more apprehensive and uneasy (scared) than was pleasing to God. Still, in His Great Mercy to me He has supplied most abundantly. I thank each of you dear souls who has given a portion of that supply. (I appreciate you who faithfully send a one-time annual offering each year, along with encouraging words to me. Early February is a good time to send that once a year offering. I now strive not to use the postal system from mid-November till mid-January to avoid the holiday crunch.) 

Each morning, I strive to remember to earnestly pray ‘give us this day our daily bread’. And my Father in Heaven speaks to souls of His Divine Choosing, to send me an offering. Thank you for listening to His Voice and giving unto me. Thank you for feeding me and providing the various means by which I travel and minister in Japan, the U.S., and occasionally other nations. Thank you for each kind and encouraging word spoken or written to me. Thank you for each kind deed you have done unto me. Sweet Jesus, please richly and abundantly bless each missionary helper, and repay them many fold over.

I pray that Thy Lord will use my example of “stepping out on faith” to encourage you to do likewise, if or whenever God thus leads you. I pray that you will train your children to be strong in faith, to not waver or hesitate to follow their Lord. Never fear to trust Our Lord. Never hesitate to “follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth.” (Revelation 14:4) “Wherever He Leads, I’ll go…I’ll follow my Christ Who loves me so…” Sing it from your heart, and always follow Him!

For you Christian Readers whom the Lord has no plans to call you to quit your paying job (and your present life at home), to serve Him at home “full-time” or in a foreign land; when a young Christian tells you that he or she has such a calling, I pray that you will be Spiritual enough to highly encourage that soul to be fully obedient to follow the Lamb whithersoever He goeth. When God called me to “step out on faith”, I ran to a few available older and more mature Christians (mainly missionaries) for encouragement. Regretfully, most of them poured cold water of discouragement on me. Shame! Shame on them! Don’t you dare do such. God is not pleased with such lack of faith, at all.

I deemed departing from Marine Corps Air Station, Iwakuni, Japan on 13 March 1975, to be my 6th major relocating, after going out from my earthly father’s house. That was relocating into Japanese society. Here in Matsuida Town, I continue in that same relocating. As I have previously written, Japan has a strict law requiring all residents (both foreigners and Japanese) to stay currently registered with the town or city in which they live. As I re-edit this in late 2025, I desire to live out my life in Japan, and desire to remain an official resident of Matsuida Town till I go to my Home in Heaven. Even so, come today, Lord Jesus!    

Our Father which art in Heaven, I heartily thank Thee for making me the most blessed human creature on earth. On Thy Throne on High, Thou doest constantly hear Christian believers thru out the world grumbling and complaining. Seldom does one heartily confess to being the most blessed person on earth. Please save us all from our sinful grumbling and complaining. Please create within each and every human soul on earth, a heart that will heartily confess to being the most blessed soul on earth, while giving Thee the Glory for making him or her into such a soul. Amen and AMEN.

The End of Chapter 35

 

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