Special Help; Special Deliverances by W. W. Murray

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 1, 1915

Special Help; Special Deliverances

By W. W. Murray

W. W. MURRAY

WHILE most schools are just getting nicely started, our little effort is on the sundown side of the session, and bids fair to be a success in more ways than one. If actions count for anything, our services have been well accepted by the patrons. Every possible inducement is being held out by them for a continued work during 1915. There is prospect of a prosperous new year.

Some interest has been aroused concerning the truth, and we feel assured that in due season we shall reap if we faint not. We believe that God is moving upon these people, although there are no very great outward manifestations. His blessings have not been slack in other respects.

The past summer has been the driest in the history of Honduras. Many rivers, hitherto living streams, have dried up. In many sections, corn, beans, and rice, the staple articles of this country, were a total failure. Many natives of this valley were forced to use their green plantains. Through all this trying time, the Lord cared for our garden in a very noticeable manner, and under earlier and better opportunities we should have harvested an abundance. Scarcely had the second crop attained a promising size when an army of locusts invaded some of the already poverty-stricken valleys. Their entrance was from the south, and their line of progress was directly toward Siguatepeque. The people here became almost frantic with fear. We told the Lord our troubles, and had the satisfaction of seeing this invading foe turn off at right angles when within about five miles of us.

Another army of locusts from about twenty-five miles to our southwest, invaded us without warning on October 10. All we could do was to call upon God, who has promised, "Neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling." Ps. 91:10. The damage done us was but small. Many of the natives beat old pans, rang bells, discharged firearms, and shouted in order to frighten away the locusts. But we are thankful that we do not have to approach our God in such a manner.

Siguatepeque, Honduras.