“Not many months after my conversion, having a leisure afternoon, I retired to my chamber to spend it largely in communion with God.

Well do I remember that occasion. How, in the gladness of my heart, I poured out my soul before God; and, again and again confessing my grateful love to Him who had done everything for me,

—who had saved me when I had given up all hope and even wish for salvation,

—I besought Him to give me some work to do for Him, as an outlet for love and gratitude: some self-denying service, no matter what it might be, however trying or however trivial—something with which He would be pleased, and that I might do directly for Him who had done so much for me.

Well do I remember, as in unreserved consecration I put myself, my life, my friends, my all upon the altar, the deep solemnity that came over my soul with the assurance that my offering was accepted.

The presence of God became unutterably real and blessed; and though but a child of fifteen, I remember stretching myself on the ground, and lying there silent before Him with unspeakable awe and unspeakable joy.

For what service I was accepted I know not; but a deep consciousness that I was no longer my own took possession of me, which has never since been effaced.

Within a few months of this time of consecration the impression was wrought into my soul that it was in China the Lord wanted me.” Hudson Taylor

Andrew Murray, The Key to the Missionary Problem (London: J. Nisbet & Co., 1902), 98–99.