A Sabbath-Keeping Company in Clyde
Sister N. Hiddleson writes from Clyde, Whiteside Co., Ill.: There is still a little company of Sabbath-keepers here at Clyde, striving to be united in the faith, and live out the truths that are contained in the third angel's message. I am looking forward with blessed anticipation to that glorious resurrection morning, when those loved ones whom we have seen laid away in the silent grave will come forth with songs of praise and shouts of victory upon their tongues. Wives and husbands, parents and children, brothers and sisters, then will meet, never to part again. Oh! that glorious morning! How my heart loves to dwell upon it; when sighs will be turned to singing, and when sin and sorrow will forever cease. It will be then that those fathers and mothers who have been setting a godly example before their children and others around them, bearing their every cross at home and in other places, weeping on account of their own unworthiness or in behalf of some of their unconverted friends, will receive a crown of glory, having it placed upon their heads by the great King of glory himself. Brethren and sisters is not this worth renouncing all the sinful pleasures of this world to obtain? I am sometimes led to inquire of myself, Who will be worthy of so great a blessing in that morning? I feel I am not worthy, but I still feel like putting my trust in God and striving for victory over sin. “Brethren while we sojourn here,
Fight we must, but need not fear;
Foes we have, but we've a friend,
One who loves us to the end.
Forward then, with courage go,
Long we shall not dwell below;
Soon the joyful news will come,
Child, your Father calls—come home.”
Oh! I want to be ready that I may hear the welcome plaudit, Come ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom. Dear reader, will you strive to be ready? Time is precious; let us work while it is day, while Jesus pleads for us that we may be of that holy company that will stand on the sea of glass having the harps of God in their hands. Sister M. B. Ferree writes from Lexington, Mo.: My face is still Zionward, and my great object to live in this world of trouble and sorrow is for Jesus Christ, who has so loved us as to leave the glory of the Father and come to this dark world of sin, to die to redeem us from death. Jesus, that sweet name. It is sweet in every believer's ear. I love him because he is the Son of God. I love him because he is lovely. I love him because he loved us. He is worthy of all honor and praise. I feel that I cannot love him enough for the many blessings and the precious promises that he has bestowed upon all that love and fear him. “Come, and hear all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul. I cried unto him with my mouth, and he was extolled with my tongue. If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me. But verily God hath heard me; he hath attended to the voice of my prayer. Blessed be God, which hath not turned away my prayer, nor his mercy from me.” Ps. lxxvi, 16-20. I do not often meet with those of like faith. I esteem it a great blessing that I am favored with the Review. I hail with joy its teachings and testimonies. It is all the preaching I have had since the fall of '61 (then I was at a Quarterly Meeting at Green Spring, Ohio); I praise God for the truth. The more I read and hear, the brighter it shines.