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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 24, 1900

PHOENIX.—The week of prayer of 1899 is now in the past, but the results of its hours of searching of heart, and humbling of soul before God, we trust have only begun to appear. If those who have received the rich blessings of God continue to walk by faith in the power of the Spirit of God, their path must shine more and more unto the perfect day. From the first meeting, it was plain to all that the Holy Spirit had come to take charge of the meetings. At each service some who had not confessed Christ were present. So many and so great were the rich blessings of God poured out upon us that different ones were heard to say, “I am afraid to stay away lest the very blessing I most need might be poured upon the church when I am absent.” From the first, the attendance was good. Some who had battled for some time with trials and perplexities found victory through completely surrendering to God. Oh what victory there is in this! Oh what rest! “By grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.” Every reading spoke this. It was heard in every song. It was the breathing of every prayer. And every scripture pressed home to hearts the necessity of obtaining a personal knowledge of that truth.

For myself and family I can say that this was the best week of prayer in all our experience.

The church has had a mission school since October, and preparations for this, besides the church building not yet finished, have called for considerable money, still the annual offering was nearly as large as it was a year ago. J. E. EVANS.

AFTER Elder Kilgore’s visit with us, I decided to take a trip to the lower altitude, as I had been in this high altitude for over a year, and it was telling on my nerves. January 29 I left Flagstaff on my wheel, with a good supply of tracts. The first day I rode over fifty miles, through a pine forest the most of the way. There was not a house inhabited for the whole distance, and only one place where there was water. The roads being rough, it was after nine at night before I reached a settlement. I was, however, made welcome. When I gave the people a few tracts to read, they told me that they had attended one of my meetings in Flagstaff. The next morning I passed by the noted Montezuma well. This well is formed by nature, and is, I should think, about two hundred feet wide, three hundred feet long, and two hundred feet deep to the water. Some say that the depth of the water has never been sounded. It is surrounded on all sides with a perpendicular wall, and on one side there is a small outlet at the bottom, where a small stream of water flows out to a creek near by.