p. 21 | A. N. DURRANT by A. N. Durrant

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 24, 1909

A. N. DURRANT

By A. N. Durrant

From Jamaica to Trinidad

ON Friday, March 12, my wife and I boarded the Royal Mail Steamship “Oruba,” in Kingston harbor, bound for Trinidad, at the call of the union conference. We reached Colon on Sunday, where we remained two days. Leaving there Tuesday, we called at Cartagena and Savanilla (Puerto Colombia), spending a day at each place. At both these places I went ashore. Having had an interest in the Spanish work and people for some time, my heart was again stirred as I put foot on Colombia’s soil, especially when I remembered that there is not one representative of this last message among the four millions who are there bound by the chains of Rome.

Venezuela, another Spanish field, is only eight miles from Trinidad. We have not one Sabbath-keeper among her nearly three million people. This seems too bad. With the overthrow of Castro (former president), many believe this field will soon be opened to missionary work.

On board the “Oruba,” two merchants (Venezuelans) made friends with us through our little two-year-old boy. They have opened business in this city, and are still our friends. Could I acquire the language, I could soon find my way into this field, as the way opens.

On Sunday, March 21, we were landed in Port of Spain. Elder and Mrs. Beckner received us warm-heartedly, and have done all in their power to render us comfortable, and make us forget home. The brethren also gave us a hearty welcome. A tent effort is well under way in a suburb of the city, of which we will write later on.

Brethren, we are not afraid of diseases and pestilence, in God’s hands; but we do need your prayers, that our health may be preserved, and our labors crowned with success.