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It is for us to clear the way thus for Providence to carry out its wise
designs for this race. And if we fulfill our part of the work
faithfully, what may not this people, educated and regenerated, add of
blessing and benefit to our common country. If out of a race of slaves
God in the old time could raise up a Moses, if out of a rude race of sea
pirates and robber chiefs, who drank their mead from the skulls of their
enemies, He could raise up a Shakespeare, what may He not develop out of
this long despised and defrauded people? Let us furnish freely the
channels through which God may work, that in His providence "the weak
things of the world may become mighty" for good to our land.
* * * * *
BUREAU OF WOMAN'S WORK.
MISS D.E. EMERSON, SECRETARY.
The Iowa Woman's Union is working nobly toward the support of our school
at Savannah, Ga., and the sympathetic bond between helpers North and
helpers South shows that the money contributions open the way to warmer
missionary impulse and more efficient service--the influence acting and
re-acting, adding blessings both to him that gives and him that takes.
One of their teachers writes:
"Never have we had a more prosperous year, if we are to take numbers
into account. Every seat in school is taken, and we are obliged to
dispose of about sixty more the best way we can. But these added numbers
bring to us heavier cares and responsibilities, and as never before do
we turn to you this year for the help of your praying and trustful
workers. So many have come in who are professing Christians, and still
it seems as though we had before us to teach them the rudiments of
Christian living; and there are so many older ones with no knowledge of
the _Way_, that the heart almost grows faint at the outlook. The work is
before us, but we are longing for the baptism of _fire_. Will you not
cheer us with some assurance that _you_ with us are uniting in this
petition?"
* * * * *
CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE IN HUMBLE LIFE.
The reports from our field work are not all made up of statistics. They
sometimes touch the essence of genuine Christian experience and tell us
how life is lived and death is met among the lowly. The little sketches
given below are of this sort.
"We are grateful for the memories of some who were with us last year,
thirsting for knowledge, whom we are permitted to think of now as before
the throne of God, drinking from the 'living fountains of water.' One
was Oliver, a man in the middle age of life, a bricklayer by trade, and
a lay-preacher in the Baptist church. A part of two years he had been in
school. His progress was slow, and he could read but indifferently in
the Third Reader. His parting words to us at the close of last year
were, 'I shall be at the starting of the school next year, and I will
stay till I go through the course.' His death, after an illness of two
days, was the first item of news carried to us from here after we had
reached our Northern homes. We shall not soon forget how in the warm
summer days, at the noon recess, he was wont to sit in the shade of the
house with his open Bible in his hand. Often we would overhear him, with
painstaking repetition, studying a psalm of David, or some passage from
the 'Sermon on the Mount.' I heard him in the pulpit once when he
preached a warning discourse, his theme that of John the Baptist,
'Repent, and be baptized!' He was not a 'shouter' or a 'ranter,' but
spoke and acted in a quiet, manly way. His sincerity was such that he
thoroughly won our respect, and we revere his memory.
"The next to go hence was little Isaiah, or Iser, as the children called
him. He began school last year, and was so quick and bright that he was
always first in his class. He never forgot anything that he was once
told. Bible stories were his especial delight. Often he would beg to be
allowed to have a Bible in his hands that he might read it for himself.
He often asked to be permitted to read the last chapter of Revelation.
One of the pictures on an old chart represented a lamb with feet bound
lying on the ground, beside the altar of the temple, Jesus standing near
with upraised hand, talking to the people. How radiant was little Iser's
black face as he would tell the story in his own words, ending thus: 'He
told them they need not kill the lambs any more, for He was come to die
for the sins of the people.'
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