A Church of Eight Sisters
By Harriet S. Hull
DEAR BRETHREN AND SISTERS: I have often thought of writing to you through the Review, but have neglected it until now, thinking myself unable to say anything that would edify any one; but when I read your cheering letters, it makes me willing to throw in my mite, hoping the Lord will bless my effort also. It has been over a year since I with a few others here commenced keeping the Sabbath, since which time we have had our trials as Christians would naturally have. The hardest of my conflicts is to resist my own evil heart, but I hope through the grace of God to overcome all at last. We have a church here of eight, all sisters, yet it seems that the Lord always gives truth the victory, even if the sword is wielded in the hands of the weak. We greatly feel the need of some preacher to come this way. There are some here who we think are almost persuaded to keep the Sabbath, and there are others who are only waiting an opportunity to be baptized. My desire is that the Lord of the harvest may send more laborers into the harvest; for the harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few. Dear brethren and sisters, let us wake up to a sense of our duty, for the time is both short and precious. The time soon will come when it will be said, “He which is filthy let him be filthy still, and he that is holy, let him be holy still.” Yes, the day is close at hand when we who are faithful will meet to part no more forever. There I hope to meet dear friends who sleep in Jesus. The thought sometimes makes me almost impatient for the coming of the Lord. I feel too unworthy in view of my sins to be called a child of God; but I feel willing to do or be anything for the sake of Christ. My prayer is that I may be more humble and more obedient, lay all upon the altar and live a devoted life to God, and meet you all in the kingdom. Your sister in hope of eternal life at the appearing of Jesus.
HARRIET S. HULL.