A Lonely Traveler’s Sabbath Hope
By S. J. Voorus
Bro. Smith: While reading the Review I am reminded of the solemn time in which we live, and of the importance of having our treasure laid up in heaven where moth and rust doth not corrupt. I can say with many of like faith, "I'm a lonely traveler here,
Weary, opprest,
But my journey's end is near,
Soon I shall rest." And while spending the Sabbath alone, I have almost coveted the blessing that many enjoy of meeting others of like faith, and the privilege also of partaking of the Lord's supper in memory of the broken body of our blessed Jesus. Yet I would try to be reconciled to the will of God concerning me. I tremble at the lukewarm or Laodicean state of the church. My prayer is daily that God will wake up his people that they may arise from these low grounds awake to righteousness and sin not, lest our Lord come and find many of us like the foolish Virgins with no oil in our lamps. I intend to make it the business of my life, to do the will of the Lord that when he comes I may be ready." S. J. Voorus.
Oran, N. Y.