Another year has passed into eternity. What have we done for Christ this year? Do we know of any sinner that we have brought to Christ! Have we sought to help those who we know are earnestly seeking souls?
Do we love our Saviour better in December, 1932, than we did in December, 1931?
Are we longing for our Lord to come and take us home to heaven — to His Father’s House?
Will you pray for me that I may be guided in a very special way as to the editing of the Magazines in 1933.
Pardon me for not having written more letters this year. My right hand would plead for me if you could see it.
May God bless you and make you a blessing for Christ’s sake. May God bless every friend who has helped us all through the year by their sympathy and prayers.
In the hour of my terrible sorrow in June of this year, the Lord stood by me and comforted me. I can never forget. I do not want to forget the kindness, the wonderful kindness, of hundreds of dear friends, who strewed the flowers of their affection along my pathway of sorrow and loneliness, and watered them with their tears.
Yours with true affection in Christ,
Heyman Wreford.