Traveling Together Toward Zion
By F. C. Ross
Dear Brethren and Sisters: As we are travelers together, seeking for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God, waiting for the coming and kingdom of our Lord and Saviour, we find it cheering on the way to hold sweet converse; often our hearts are made to burn within us, as we hear from some dear brother or sister. It may be one whose face we have never beheld, yet our hearts run together, and we are brought nigh by the blood of Christ. O what a precious relationship is this! "Ye are all one in Christ Jesus." May our heavenly Father speed the time when his children shall be gathered together from all places where they have been driven in the cloudy and dark day; when they shall all see eye to eye. There is a part of a little verse in Isaiah that always dazzles my weak eyes whenever I behold it, and that is, "Thy people also shall be all righteous." It causes a thrill of gladness to pervade my whole being, in contemplation of it. O what must it be to be there! I mean steadfastly to set my face Zionward, and try to gain an entrance there. There, may be, we shall meet the long lost father, sister, or mother dear. O what will it be to greet them once again! "There'll be the good and blest,
Those I love most and best."
I want to give my dear Saviour my whole heart, and then I shall know that I have given all that he required of me, all that I have to give. I wish to say, that more than one year's experience in the present truth has not abated my love for it, neither has it in anywise shaken my belief in it, but rather the reverse. It seems to me that the third angel's message has come just in the right place; and I am constrained to believe that this generation will not pass away till all be fulfilled. I want to believe the word of God in preference to man's word. O let us all pray that that worst of all sins, unbelief, we may be enabled to tread under our feet. It seems strange to me to hear those who profess to love our Lord and Saviour say, It is no matter when he comes, in ten years, or ten thousand! No matter to the dead, and none to the living! I have never found any place between the lids of the holy Bible that responds to this; but rather, "Lord Jesus, come quickly." May God grant that we may be counted wheat, and gathered into his garner. F. C. Ross.
Carlton, N. Y.