p. 4 | A Place of Safety by Max Hill

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jun 19, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 25.

A Place of Safety.

By Max Hill

THRUOUT many of the states of the South and Southwest, in our own land, almost every home is provided with a cyclone cellar. These are generally supplied with bedding and other necessities; many times with food, so that in case of storm those who seek their shelter may be comfortable. Often the storm comes suddenly, and the people have but time to reach the place of safety before the fury of the whirling, twisting, death-dealing tornado swoops down with irresistible force. Sad indeed is it when one is caught too far from the cellar to reach it before the storm sweeps over him, and he is crushed in its toils. But happy are those who do reach safety, and find there a resting-place and food. Tho the winds roar above them, they are safe; tho death and destruction may be all about them, they have no fear, for they are out of the way of the storm.

The world is filled with far greater dangers than tornadoes; all about every one are turmoil and strife and sin, wickedness that is overwhelming, as irresistible as the dreaded cyclone. Not one can say there is no danger; not one can foretell when the storm may burst in fury. Then happy are they who know a place of refuge, a place where rest and comfort are already provided; and happy are they who are ever near that place of refuge, where, on a moment’s notice, they may enter in and be safe. That place, “the shadow of the Almighty,” is a “refuge from the storm, . . . when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the walls.”

MAX HILL.