E. L. H. CHAMBERLAIN by E. L. H. Chamberlain

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Oct 2, 1855

E. L. H. CHAMBERLAIN

By E. L. H. Chamberlain

From Bro. Chamberlain.

DEAR BRO. WHITE:—I have been for some time this morning thinking of you and the dear saints scattered abroad. Trials and "much tribulation" have been the lot of God's "peculiar people" in every age of the world; and in these last days we may expect the furnace to be heated hot enough to consume all the tin and dross, that the pure gold may shine out. Well, I am glad that the work is now going on among the remnant—to fit them to stand without fault before the throne of God. Our position never looked clearer than it now does. Truly, Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart. Ps. xcvii, 1. I hope to walk in the light while I have it. Jesus says, [John iii, 21.] He that doeth truth cometh to the light, &c.; and in verse 19, he says, "This is the condemnation, that light has come into the world, and men love darkness rather than light, because their deeds are evil." O how true that the great mass will not come to the light: their deeds are evil. The little flock, the fewest of all people, [Deut. vii, 7,] only will see and rejoice in the light of the third angel's message, and be found when Jesus comes in their lot and place, keeping all of the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus. I long for the time to come when the church will shine forth as clear as the sun, and become as terrible as an army with banners.

I fully coincide with Bro. Hart's and your remarks in the last Review, relative to going out with the message into new fields. The highways and the hedges must be visited, and we must "compel them to come in, that my house may be filled," as Jesus says. We know that two messages are in the past, as in Luke xiv. The servants did go out at supper-time, and bid many. Afterward, they went out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city. Now they must go into the highways and hedges and compel them to come. May the Lord speed on the last message, is the prayer of your unworthy brother.

E. L. H. CHAMBERLAIN

Middletown, Sept. 23d, 1855.