A Call for Laborers in Iowa
By P. C. Truman
BRO. WHITE: For ten years past I have not heard the voice of a preacher of like faith. For four years I have seen but one who agreed with me touching the commandments of God and the faith of his Son. And as far as we know, my companion and myself are the only ones who keep the Sabbath in Western Iowa. During all these years I have lived in hope of our Lord's return. But the cares of this world have too large a share of my thoughts and affections, and I find myself one to whom our Saviour's description of the Laodicean church applies only too well. Through reading the Review and other publications, my companion has gladly embraced the present truth, and we are now trying to live in its light. But we are alone, and the great white harvest fields spread all around us; and we pray the Lord of the harvest to send forth laborers into his harvest. Cannot some of the preachers come this way? We are not rich in this world's goods, but to any that could come, we would gladly minister of our substance. This is an entirely new field, and we believe a preacher would find no lack of hearers or houses to preach in. There are many towns and villages in Iowa and Nebraska, on the Missouri river, where the great message has never reached, and we wait anxiously for some one to come and proclaim it to them.
P. C. TRUMAN.
Modale, Iowa.