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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 30, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 16.

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A Happy Sabbath

By W. S. Mead

DECEMBER 25 was one of the happiest Sabbaths the Calcutta (India) church ever spent. In the morning, at nine o’clock, we all came together for Sabbath school. Our Sabbath school is anything but tedious and desultory; it is full of life.
Then at fifteen minutes past ten we sang a few songs and witnessed the baptism of seven new believers. Three of these were young people, members of our Sabbath school. Two others were young persons who had been converted during the week of prayer, and the other two were older persons who had been studying the truth for some months.
At 3:30 P. M. we all came together again, and took part in the ordinances of humility and the Lord’s Supper, after a short time spent in offering individual praise and testimony.
The hour from five to six was spent in listening to words of instruction and exhortation from our pastor, J. M. Comer; and we departed to our homes grateful indeed for that blessed, thrice-blessed, Sabbath.
It had been ours to see in the different ordinances our Saviour, first as man serving his fellow men, then as the sacrifice for our transgressions, obedient even unto death; and next as our risen Redeemer triumphant over sin and death and the grave, and still Lord also of the Sabbath day.
After all, what a wonderful privilege it is really to walk in his steps—washing each other’s feet, going to church on the Sabbath day, and partaking of the bread and the fruit of the vine as he did.
“What a wonderful Saviour is Jesus, my Jesus; What a wonderful Saviour is Jesus my Lord!”
W. S. MEAD.