My Parish
YES, I mean to make this side of the street my parish. I mean, by God’s help to visit every house once a month and leave a tract or a book. I shall not aim at great things, but seek for souls every month. I shall try to take an interest in every individual in my parish. To some I shall be able to speak, to others I must be silent. God give me discretion how to act so as to do most good.
I shall pray every day for my parish, and never rest until I see results; for I am sure God honors faith by giving seen blessing. Some half-hearted people are always saying, “Leave results to God.” Yes, I will, but I will besiege heaven with my prayers until I see some souls saved.
In that house, No. 9, there lives a drunkard. I must get his children to a Sunday school; they will carry the gospel home. The poor invalid, bed-ridden in No. 6, will be glad, I know, for me to come and read to her, and it is like the gate of heaven to be with the dear Christian in No. 4. I have not much time, but I can spare one evening a week. I have not much talent, but I can read my Bible, and I know I am saved, and I love to tell others of my Saviour. I am not rich, but God will help me to minister to the wants of others. And I do this not because others do it, but because I love the souls for whom Christ died.
H.W.