Say It by William Ambrose Spicer

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 23, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 47.

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Say It

By William Ambrose Spicer

In the early morning meeting a brother arose,—a devout farmer, elder of a country church.

“This morning,” he said, “it seemed as if something said to my heart clearly, ‘Speak.’”

“What shall I speak?” I thought.

“The answer came clearly, ‘Speak a word.’”

“What word, Lord?” I said in my heart. And the answer came, “Love.”

“So, brethren,” he said, stretching his arm toward the congregation, “I say it this morning. I love you all, my brethren.”

It was simply spoken, by a simple farmer brother; but as he spoke the words, “I love you all, my brethren,” there passed over the congregation a spirit of melting tenderness that gave the keynote to a blessed social meeting.

We think it so often—the love of the brethren. Let us say it oftener. “And be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another. . . . And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us.”

W. A. S.

Durban Camp Meeting.