A Lonely Pilgrim’s Hope
By Mary E. Cahoon
DEAR BRETHREN AND SISTERS: I do not desire to bury my "one talent," but to use it in such a manner that I may hear the welcome from my returning Lord, Well done, faithful servant. I cannot tell, as many do, of happy hours spent in communion with the people of God, or in listening to the cheering sounds of a preached gospel. Oh, that I could have the blessed privilege! It would be food to my hungry soul. But "I walk a lonely pilgrim here," and rarely see the face of one of like faith. Still I am striving to press forward, through many trials and temptations; for in that haven of rest there will be no more doubts and fears, and no more lonely, aching hearts. But, ah! how many times do my unwary feet wander from the narrow way, and how many heart-wanderings I have to mourn over. And were it not that Jesus' righteousness, and not my own, is to avail in my behalf, I should have no hope of entering in through Heaven's pearly gates. But in him I am resolved to "trust and not be afraid, for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song. He also is become my salvation." I am very thankful that I have the Review to read. It is all the preaching I have. And often when my heart is weary and almost discouraged, has some cheering word from its pages come just in the right time and place to help me along. I believe it is one of God's most effectual messengers. I am striving to give up every idol, and be in a state of preparation for those great events which it is very evident are fast approaching. Brethren and sisters, pray for me, that my faith may be increased, and that I may be kept safe amid the perils of these last days. Hoping that we may meet on the banks of the river of life, I remain Your unworthy sister.
MARY E. CAHOON.
Green Lake, Wis.