I was on the station platform awaiting a train from Yokohama to Tokyo one fall morning, when I noticed a man who seemed a bit lost. I spoke to him, and his beautiful Scottish burred accent made me glad I did. We struck up a conversation as we boarded the train for the destination we had in common. It turned out that he was a Presbyterian missionary en route home to Scotland after years of Christian service in China and Southeast Asia. His boat had docked in Yokohama, and he had a day to look around before sailing off for home. He told me…