A Soldier’s Letter to A.A.L.
“Having a little time, I feel I must write you a few lines, for my joy exceeds that in past days. I am fiercely persecuted for Christ’s sake.... Last night I had a very busy time, holding four meetings. We had a most blessed time. It is bitterly cold here now, and snow lies on the ground — but no matter how cold it is, God keeps my heart warm. Oh! if you could have heard us singing last night round a little wood fire. We sang,” There’s power in the blood.” To hear us would have done your heart good. My joy seemed never so great, and I never had better attention. Oh! praise the Lord that He has led me in His ways, and He makes no mistakes, does He?
“My poor old father is dying. I had a cablegram from my dear wife a few days ago, but I can’t get home., The trial is great, but what a place we have―the feet of our blessed Master―where we can deposit our cares and worries, and all things that would press upon us, and make us unhappy. I do realize I am kept by the power of God.”