p. 786 | My Mission by Christian Herald

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Dec 19, 1916

FromSigns of the Times, December 19, 1916

My Mission

By Christian Herald

MY brother sailed over the seas to-day to the East To carry the tidings of Christ to sin-blinded souls. I would have gone with him — but God needs me here. Down in the village, the preacher works with his books, Finding the truth, and telling it in the church, Winning the sinners to come to the paths of Christ, Comforting those who mourn, and helping those who die, Preaching to mortals the riches unsearchable. Those are tasks I should like — but God needs me here.

Here on these hills, where my fields lie brown and warm, Here where the soil needs turning, and seed must grow, Here to raise grain and fruits and find milk for the town, Here where the aged mother lingers along with me, Here where the wife and babies laugh and sing — God needs me here, and so I abide with Him.

MISSIONS? Sermons? I fancy God knows best. We cannot all take those high and honored tasks. I'll farm my farm for Him, and help all I can — My brother, the parson, and neighbors far and near. So for a minute I rest on my plow, and think, And God seems very near. There's a light in my soul. 'Help me to live, Lord, and work so that light will spread. Help me to help those who are bearing it over the world.'

I am glad it is meeting night. I'll go down to the church, And say something there about this sweet light of God. — Christian Herald.