Death
On September 6, 1919, when Paul was on his deathbed, Zhang Lingsheng and Liang Qinming were at this side; Paul laid hands on both of them, blessing them and telling them to continue the good work. As Paul laid down to take a rest, Berntsen arrived by bicycle to pay him one last visit. He spoke to Paul in Chinese, saying:
| “ | You sleep peacefully now. Although you still owe me some outstanding interest on debt yet to be repaid, I no longer require them from you. Because the Lord had once mentioned, "You will not get out until you have paid the last penny. It is such a coincidence, because the Holy Spirit instructed me to visit you today - may we see each other again in heaven then!" | ” |
Paul pleaded with him, "Elder Berntsen, please come one step closer, if you are willing to believe in Jesus and receive baptism with head facing-downwards and obey all the commands that had been revealed to me, then you may enter the Holy of Holies." Berntsen, still standing on his feet, replied, "Let us wait till the Holy Spirit enables me to understand it." After shaking hands with Paul, Berntsen then departed.
At four in the afternoon, while Paul was laughing out loudly, he shouted, "Behold, the Angel has come" and died whilst he was still laughing. He was buried in his hometown. His son Isaac Wei continued the missionary work in Northern China.
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