p. 7 | Kind the Storm by W. A. S.

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 15, 1915

“Kind the Storm”

By W. A. S.

WHAT battles are being waged all over this world, and what victories won! I am jotting down these notes in the beautiful home of an ostrich farmer, on the edge of Kafirland.

One seldom meets any persons happier in the truth than this brother and his wife, at whose home we have spent the night, on the way to an outschool. Two years ago the brother refused an offer for his place that would have made him wealthy. He meant to make yet more. “I have been a worldly and wicked man,” he said; “and I was speculating, and intended to make money.”

Now it is all gone. The slump in the ostrich feather trade and then the war in Europe crowded the man to the wall; and the home and farm and all they have on earth are to go. They do not know what lies before them.

But in the calamity, the brother’s heart turned to God and to the truth, from which he had departed years ago. In

brokenness of spirit he gathered courage to tell his wife about it, and she, too, laid hold of the blessed hope. Now they are able to sing from the heart,—

“Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm, That drives us nearer home.”

When all our hearts were too full for utterance, as we rejoiced in the blessing of the Lord and the presence of his tender Spirit, the brother said, “We cry, but we are happy.”

Through all kinds of experiences, over all manner of paths, and in the most remote corners of the earth, the Lord is calling his children home. W. A. S.

Kafirland.