Cumberland Industrial School by Clifford G. Howell

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 26, 1914

Cumberland Industrial School

By Clifford G. Howell

OUR ears have caught the sound and our hearts the thrill of the onward movement of this message. We desire to be ready, as faithful soldiers, that when the cry is trumpeted from lip to lip and heart to heart, "Behold, the Bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him," we may join the onward procession, and not only sit down at the feast ourselves, but have with us as a present for the King when he comes in to see the guests, a large number arrayed in the robes which he himself has provided.

At the opening of the year, I suggested to our pupils that we each strive to win at least one soul to Christ this year. Two weeks ago a neighbor sent for me. He was sick. I had visited him several times. He was not a Christian, but he talked with me freely about his condition. I read to him the promises of pardon and cleansing through the blood of Christ. He accepted them. I then read to him how the next step following repentance, death to sin, was burial by baptism. This he accepted

also; and the following day, in an improvised font by his bedside, I buried him by baptism.

On Friday afternoon I visited him and told him that as the sun went down, the day would begin which God had made holy; that I thought it would be sweet for him to know it, that while he was resting in body he could likewise rest in spirit with God. This he accepted also. And on the following day, having received permission that if he should live until our Sabbath service should be held I could present his name for church membership, I offered his name for our church roll, and it was unanimously accepted.

God let him live till after the Sabbath closed; then at about nine o'clock that evening he passed so peacefully to sleep that the watchers hardly knew when his hour had come.

Thus having received answer to prayer in the rescue of one soul, I feel encouraged to ask now for a soul for each month in the year.

Clifford G. Howell.