Comradeship of the Fields by William Ambrose Spicer

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Jan 12, 1905

Comradeship of the Fields

By William Ambrose Spicer

WHEN the word was passed to all the missions last autumn that the mission funds indicated the necessity of rigid conservatism in planning the work, cheering responses came in from workers in the fields. The little Bermuda Mission, where only Elder J. A. Morrow and his wife are fully engaged in the work, made a definite effort to gain a surplus beyond its own needs in order to help in the time of shortage. In all, seventy-five dollars was sent in from the Bermuda Islands, which, of course, made no call for funds from our treasury.

Brother Morrow wrote that it seemed “wonderful how the Lord has brought means into our hands.” The tithe among the little company of believers there has grown, and Brother Morrow made a special effort with the literature, so that profits on book sales have kept the work going. It is not a large field, and so strong a book effort could scarcely be maintained; but Bermuda financed itself last year, and sent in funds to help in the time of pressure at the end of the year.

It is just a little token of the solidarity of our missionary interests. The various fields are not rivals, but associates in the one work. Many a field in need has declared itself ready to see longed-for requirements denied, if necessary, in order that still larger or more neglected fields might receive help.

In this spirit the work will be done without long delay, for God will surely bless unselfishness in fields as well as in individuals. The field is the world; and, after all, the final gathering of the harvest can not begin until the whole field is ready for the angel reapers. Whatever hastens on the work in the most neglected portions, and those furthest behind on the list, will hasten the finish in the fields where the most has been done. The way to a quickly finished work lies out through the waste places of the earth, among the unwarned millions, wherever they are waiting for us. W. A. S.