Run to Glory: The Story of Eric Liddell

Run to Glory: The Story of Eric Liddell

by Ellen Caughey
Run to Glory: The Story of Eric Liddell

Run to Glory: The Story of Eric Liddell

by Ellen Caughey

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An Olympic run wasn’t his most important race.
 
Eric Liddell was born to run. From childhood, his physical abilities brought honor and fame—culminating in a gold medal at the 1924 Olympics.
 
But it was another run that really mattered: the race of life mentioned in Hebrews 12 (“. . .and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith. . . .”).
 
Eric Liddell’s commitment to God was so strong that he once skipped an Olympic qualifier because it was held on Sunday. His scrupulous faith was chronicled decades later in the movie Chariots of Fire.   At the height of his fame, Eric traded track shoes for hiking boots, taking the gospel message to the vast land of China. His life there was cut short, but the shadow he cast was long—with millions still finding challenge from his faithful example.
 

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ISBN-13: 9781683224891
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 06/01/2017
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 208
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Run to Glory

The Story of Eric Liddell


By Ellen Caughey

Barbour Publishing, Inc.

Copyright © 2001 Barbour Publishing, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-68322-489-1


CHAPTER 1

Stoke-on-Trent, England, July 1923


The runners were lining up in their positions on the cinder track. Although no lines were drawn to show them where to be, these men had been in enough races to give each other the space needed.

At least for the moment.

Eric Liddell of Scotland, age twenty-one, known as "The Flying Scotsman," had received a good position, just one spot to the right of the most inside lane. All runners wanted that coveted inside position, especially during the race. Whoever ran there didn't have to run as far, for one thing. And, of course, if no one was ahead of you, you would likely win the race.

To win this race meant a great deal. The winner today would earn a place on Great Britain's Olympic team and the chance to race in Paris next summer.

Smoothing back his thinning blond hair, Eric glanced to his right and smiled. He knew by name all the runners here, men from England, Scotland, and Ireland, including the man tying his shoes next to him. J. J. Gillies was one of England's best runners and the favorite to win this 440-yard race. Earlier that day Eric had won the 100- and 220-yard races. No one expected him to win three races on the same day.

As he did with all the runners in every race, Eric offered his hand to J. J. and shook it. But instead of saying "good luck," Eric said, "Best wishes for the race."

Eric didn't believe in luck. To him, all things happened for a reason.

Reaching in his coat pocket for a small shovel, Eric then returned to his starting place. Carefully, he carved out of the cinder track two small holes, just the size of the toes of his shoes. When the race began, Eric would need these holes to help "launch" himself into the race. Most runners brought their own shovels to races. They had practiced carving just the right-sized holes — not too big and not too small — so they could get their best start.

As the runners began to take off their outer apparel of coats and long pants and throw them on the grass, the race official with his flowing white coat made the long-awaited walk toward the track. Clearing his throat, he proclaimed, "Runners, take your marks!"

Eric felt his heart start to beat faster as he crouched down and placed the toes of his shoes in the holes. He knew that he was a poor starter and that he would have to run as hard as he could to finish in the top three. But he would never have another start quite like this!

Out of the corner of his eye, Eric could see J. J. Gillies. J. J. was looking at that inside lane, bordered by a wooden railing. As the seconds ticked by, J. J.'s eyes became like slits. J. J. is determined to win, Eric thought. Are my legs strong enough to give him a race?

With the small starting pistol in hand, the official raised his arm into the sky. "On the count of three, gentlemen, and then the gun will sound." Seconds seemed like minutes to the racers until the official spoke again. "One, two, three ..." Bang! The report of the gun shattered the nerve-wrenching stillness.

The runners' arched bodies exploded forward until they straightened, their legs and arms making them go faster and faster.

Fifteen yards into the race, J. J. Gillies made his move — the move he had plotted in his head minutes earlier. But instead of waiting for an opening, J. J. cut right in front of Eric! In a second, Eric felt himself lose his balance and go flying into the wooden railing — and then roll over two times onto the grass. Eric sat up and shook himself, then blinked his eyes. Across the track someone was calling his name and pointing a finger at the track. Then another voice demanded his attention.

"Get up, get up!" yelled two race officials, waving their arms wildly. "You're still in the race!"

Eric couldn't believe it. But he didn't have time to ask why. Scrambling to his feet, he hurdled the railing onto the track. By this time, even the slowest runner was twenty yards ahead of him. There is no way, Eric thought, unless it is God's will.

And then Eric started running. First, he began swinging his arms so they looked like two very active windmills. Then his fists started punching the air in front of him, as if the air were holding him back. When his legs really started moving, Eric raised his knees high, as if he were leading a marching band. And finally, to make himself go even faster, Eric threw back his head, his chin up, his eyes looking to the sky.

Yard after yard, Eric began to catch the pack of runners. His arms punching him forward even harder, Eric, to the amazement of the crowd, was now in fourth place. But he was still ten yards behind the leader, J. J. Gillies.

Even though Eric was from Scotland and was most loudly cheered by Scots, now everyone started cheering and shouting his name. No one could believe what they were seeing.

"Forty yards to go, Liddell!" one man shouted to Eric as he overtook the third-place runner. Forty yards, two runners to pass. He couldn't feel his arms or his legs. He could barely take a breath. Forty yards seemed like forty kilometers to him. But he would not stop.

Again, he willed his arms to punch harder, his knees to lift higher, his arms to swing faster. As he neared the finish line, Eric thrust out his chest and threw back his head one more time — and passed J. J. Gillies to win the race. Eric Liddell had won the 440-yard race by two whole yards.

Eric had used everything he had to win the race. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Someone offered him a swig of brandy, but he shook his head adamantly. Motioning to the one who had offered him refreshment, he whispered, "Perhaps a cup of tea?"

All too soon, the extremely winded Scottish runner found himself surrounded by the crowd. There were race officials, college friends, reporters and photographers from the local newspapers, and even children. He could only nod or smile at their questions. They were asking him about the Olympics, about his training program, about his next race. Did he know Gillies before? What would he say to him when he saw him? Everyone could see that Gillies had pushed him off the track.

The reporters' questions seemed to blend together in a cacophony of nonsense. He had never granted an official interview and set little store by public opinion. And then one young man's voice broke through Eric's reverie.

"Now that you've achieved your greatest desire, how do you feel about competing in the Paris games?"

Eric closed his eyes and a curious expression came over his face. His greatest desire. Ever since he'd been a young boy, he'd been consumed with one dream. But how could he explain the lure of China when a gold medal was being dangled before his eyes? How could he explain the peace that filled his heart whenever he thought of his beloved parents, whenever he prayed that their mission might be his?

CHAPTER 2

Siaochang, China, 1906


Yellee! Yellee!"

Eric crouched down lower in his hiding spot as he heard the noisy footfalls of platform shoes coming closer. He and his older brother, Robbie, loved to play games with Gee Nai Nai, their amah, and hide-and-seek was one of their favorites. As he heard his Chinese nanny call his name — she could not say "Eric," so she called him "Yellee"— he started to laugh excitedly.

Slowly and deliberately her footfalls neared his hiding place. Eric always wondered what took her so long and why she took such tiny steps. Little did he realize the pain she lived with day after day, the result of her cruelly bound feet. The custom among many Chinese families at that time was to wrap strips of cloth tightly around their daughters' feet so that the girls would grow up with tiny feet. As years passed, such tight bindings around the feet deformed the bones, and many girls and women couldn't take a single step without experiencing great pain. But Gee Nai Nai, not a young woman, never complained, and her happy personality was adored by the Liddell children.

And then the amah's face met his under the table. "There you are, Yellee," the amah said to Eric in the rural dialect, tugging at his Chinese-style quilted coat. Laughing herself, she pulled him out and plopped him on her lap. "Enough games for now. It's time for your lessons with Lordie and Jiernie."

Trying not to smile, Eric imagined that "Lordie" and "Jiernie" — Robbie and their younger sister, Jenny — had picked their own hiding places by now. None of them was eager to be in school.

Tagging along obediently, Eric followed his amah to one of the two schools in the mission compound. The other school was for girls. In China at this time, only boys were given an education. When the Christian missionaries arrived, however, they urged families to allow girls to attend school, too. (Unfortunately, many Chinese girls were forced to seek refuge in the homes of the missionaries. As boys grew up, they helped provide money for their families, but girls couldn't contribute in that way. So some families killed baby girls or left them out in the country to die. Those girls who were allowed to live were often terribly mistreated.)

Surrounded by a high wall made of hardened mud, the compound at Siaochang where Eric and his family lived consisted of four large brick houses, the schools, a hospital, and a chapel for church services. The village of Siaochang, which included the mission compound, consisted of small houses made of mud, another high mud wall, and a gate.

The gate remained open during the day, but when night came, the gate was closed and locked. There was relative peace in China now, but for years the people of Siaochang and greater China had feared for their lives. The roots of discontent could be traced to the Opium Wars of the nineteenth century, roots that were obsessively cultivated by the Jezebel-like dowager empress, Tz'u-hsi.

The Opium Wars (1839–43, 1856–60) were trade wars that began when China tried to suppress the opium trade by making it illegal for British merchants to bring opium into Chinese ports. For decades, the British had legally traded opium for Chinese goods, but the highly addictive drug was causing serious social and economic problems throughout China. When the opium trade became illegal, British merchants were unhappy because opium had been their major trade item. War broke out, and China ended up making major concessions to Western nations.

With the Treaty of Nanking, signed on October 8, 1843, China was forced to pay a large fine, open five ports to British trade and housing, and cede Hong Kong to Great Britain. But the Treaty of Tientsin, signed in 1858 and ratified in 1860, would have greater implications for Eric's parents: China was forced to admit Christian missionaries and open travel to Westerners, including passage to the hitherto almost-unknown Chinese interior. In a terrible irony, a later agreement restored the legal status of the opium trade.

The Opium Wars left a bitter taste in the mouths of many Chinese, but few hated Westerners as intensely as Tz'u-hsi. After her consort, Emperor Hsien Feng, died in 1861, the empress became the virtual ruler of China because the heir to the throne, T'ung Chih, was only five years old. When he became old enough to rule, he proved a colossal disappointment to his mother. He not only encouraged young people to travel abroad, but he built a university in Peking where Western ideas were taught. When T'ung Chih died in 1875 at the age of nineteen, leaving a pregnant widow, the dowager empress wasted no time grieving. She quickly appointed her sister's son to succeed to the throne. Hardly coincidentally, Kuang Hsu was also a young child — and so, once again, Tz'u-hsi greedily took the reins of power.

Secret societies had long existed in China, but until 1897 none had been supported so enthusiastically, if unofficially, by many of the royal court, including Tz'u-hsi. Although her nephew was now directing the government, Tz'uhsi had found a cause she could readily endorse: the Righteous and Harmonious Fists, known to Westerners as the Boxers. The Boxers, who got their name because of their ritual, karate-style movements, were determined to rid all foreigners from China. They believed their bodies could stop bullets and even cannonballs and that no foreigner could fight them and win. To them, foreigners were the cause of the rampant social unrest throughout their country as thousands of Chinese workers lost their jobs due to Western industrialization. One of the Boxers' manifestos proclaimed their ideology in this way:

To be converted to Christianity is to disobey heaven, to refuse to worship our gods and Buddha, and to forget our ancestors. If people act in this way, the morality of men and the chastity of women will disappear. To be convinced of this, one has only to look at their eyes, which are completely blue. ... Our military strategy is simple: Boxing [karate] must be learned so that we can expel the devils effortlessly; the railways must be destroyed, the electric wires severed, the ships demolished. All this will frighten France and demoralize Britain and Russia. ... Kill the blue-eyed devils.


By 1898 Tz'u-hsi was once again in control of China. When her nephew, who shared the pro-Western attitudes of his late cousin, attempted to imprison her, she succeeded in placing him under permanent house arrest at the Summer Palace in the Forbidden City. At the same time, she ordered his favorite wife to be thrown down a well to her death.

At age sixty-three, Tz'u-hsi was more determined than ever to rid China of all foreign influences. The time was ripe for the Boxer Rebellion, and the explosion was soon to occur. The time had also come for the Reverend James Liddell and his wife, Mary, to begin their missionary career in China.

Eric, Robbie, and Jenny loved to hear their mother and father tell stories of what China was like when they had first arrived. During the winters at Siaochang, when they spent most of their time indoors, their parents would first read to them from the Bible, and then continue their stories from the night before, stories that usually ended at a very exciting part.

In the very year that the empress Tz'u-hsi began her third period of rule, James Liddell arrived in Shanghai. Shortly after Mary joined him in 1899, the couple traveled to Mongolia, a northern province of China, to set up a mission station there. Mongolia! The name alone brought to mind jagged, forbidding mountain ranges, never-ending deserts, and wild, roaming peoples.

Eric and his brother and sister often wondered what had brought their seemingly shy and unassuming parents to such a wild and dangerous frontier. But that was before their own faith journeys would lead them to make similar kinds of fearless decisions. And that was before they understood the power of the Holy Spirit, a divine force that could not only bring two people together, but also lead them where even their imagination could not venture.

Drymen, Scotland, located on the southeast corner of Loch Lomond, was home to James Dunlop Liddell, who was raised the son of a grocer. Reserved, hardworking, and pleasant, the Liddells were like many other Scottish families of the era. They were also known for their devotion to God, which sometimes led to behavior unusual for most church members of the time. At religious meetings the Liddells sang loudly and uninhibitedly.

Though devout, James had never contemplated missionary service as a career. As a young man, he was employed as a draper's apprentice in Stirling, Scotland, and was content with that calling until one summer holiday and one not-so-chance meeting changed his course. It was during this respite that a Congregational minister named William Blair struck up a conversation with James, and he shared in great depth the work of his church in overseas missions.

James was troubled in the months that followed. He was sure God was leading him into mission work — but where, and how? Certainly a piece of the puzzle was missing, and her name was Mary Reddin.

When they met at the annual Sunday school picnic in Stirling, Mary, a nurse from Glasgow, was visiting friends while convalescing from an illness. Since neither James nor Mary was from the area, they spent the entire afternoon talking and sharing their dreams. In particular, James told Mary of his desire to serve in an overseas mission, a strong yearning of Mary's, as well.

Following that afternoon meeting, James and Mary enjoyed many get-togethers until Mary returned to Glasgow. Then they began an avid exchange of letters. With each succeeding missive came greater intimacy. Finally, James proposed marriage. Would Mary agree not only to be the wife of a minister, but the wife of a missionary in a distant land? Mary did not hesitate in her answer: Yes, she would go to the ends of the earth with James. The year was 1893.


(Continues...)

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