The Truth in Brookfield
By Dexter Daniels
DEAR BRO. WHITE:—The cause of truth is still precious to me. God is still pleased to bless the last message of mercy to those that will hear. With Bro. Hunt, I have visited where his friends reside, in Brookfield. We have held several meetings in the place, and seven have decided to leave the Pope's Sunday, and keep the Lord's Sabbath. The effects of the truth are being felt in this town and vicinity. I hope some of the messengers will visit this place. Many are searching their Bibles and seem anxious to know the truth. There were a few Methodists that fought the truth with all their power; but it turned out to the furtherance of the gospel. Glory to God, his ways are not like our ways. I felt to say with David: "It is time for thee, Lord, to work; for they have made void thy law." So it is. The natural heart is not subject to the law of God, neither indeed can be. I do rejoice that God has brought us out into the wilderness, as he did ancient Israel, to try us and to prove us, to see what is in our hearts, whether we will keep his law or no. God's holy law, that was written upon the two tables of stone will be the law of the New Heaven and the New Earth, and those who will not submit to it here would not find it congenial to them there. O, I do love the government of God. Dear brethren, let us seek meekness, seek to be holy, and pure in heart, it may be that we shall be hid in the day of the Lord's anger. We must feel the solemn position that we now occupy. If Jesus is now pleading our case before the Father, we must be interested in it ourselves. The time of trouble is almost upon us. O that we may all be found faithful that we may be accounted worthy to escape all that is coming upon the earth, and stand before the Son of man. I feel more than ever like giving all for the kingdom. We never can enter the gates of the Holy City with a bundle of this world upon our back. We must lay all off and go without a clog. Sometimes I fear; for many shall seek to enter in but shall not be able. Not all those who say Lord, Lord, but those that do his holy will. Yours in the patient waiting for Christ,
DEXTER DANIELS. Sandisfield, Jan. 23d, 1854.