OUR DOOR by M. Edith Sapp Speedie

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 10, 1901

OUR DOOR.

By M. Edith Sapp Speedie

M. EDITH SAPP SPEEDIE.

“No one raps at my door except the Father sends him,” was a motto I found pinned on the wall of a patient’s room when I was at the sanitarium. It has helped me much in my own home.

To our dear sisters who are blessed with homes in the country the knock at the door may not come so often, but in the city it is different. “Father, whom hast thou sent now?” I ask many times a day as I respond to the door bell. Sometimes it is a friend or a sister, and such calls always help me. Sometimes it is a poor cripple or a penniless woman. I know how to help those; but more often it is an agent or peddler. “Father, what wouldst thou have me give them?” If they have nothing I care to buy, or if it is on the Sabbath, still I can drop some seeds of truth. I think it an excellent plan to give them a tract or a periodical. The Lord will direct and bless the effort, for He sent them, if not to benefit you, to be benefited by you if you are truly His.