A Lonely Traveler’s Trials
By Polly Conklin
DEAR BRO. WHITE:—While many of the dear brethren and sisters who love our Lord Jesus Christ and rejoice in the glory to be revealed at his appearing and kingdom, are met together on his holy day, exhorting and comforting each other, and realizing the faithfulness of the coming One, who has said, Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst; there are others like myself whose language is, I'm a lonely traveler here;
Weary oppressed;
But my journey's end is near;
Soon I shall rest.
Dark and dreary is the way,
Toiling I've come,
Ask me not with you to stay;
Yonder's my home. I am still trying to keep the commandments of God that I may have right to the tree of life, and that I may enter in through the gates into the city. Although there are many trials and difficulties to pass through, yet if I am faithful, his grace is sufficient for me; and though I live in a dark, unfriendly place, with no meetings to go to, and no Sabbath-keepers near, except a part of the family, I can truly say, that the Lord is with, and blesses me; for I well know if he did not care for me, that I should not be able to bear up under my many trials that I have to pass through. O for a realizing sense for what is so soon coming on the earth; for it truly seems that the time is not far distant when the Lord will put on his garments of vengeance, and take his seat on the white cloud with his sharp sickle in his hand; and who shall be able to stand? None but those who have pure hearts and clean hands. My prayer is that I may be one of that happy number. The Review is a welcome messenger, and I hope the time will soon come when we shall have it weekly; for the truths which it contains from the Bible, and the warm communications from the dear brethren and sisters scattered abroad, are truly cheering to me. Yours striving to overcome.
POLLY CONKLIN.
Oakland Co., Mich., July, 1855.