March, 1919. How our hearts were cheered last week by the news a beloved nephew had arrived home safely after a long absence, and it recalls the sorrow, when the call came, to leave those he loved so well, how eagerly letters were looked for, and the comfort it gave to read how the Lord sustained, guided and blessed. The sweet fellowship of two Christians on the voyage out made all the difference. I enclose a brief extract, which I trust may be of interest, written to his dear wife. “In my No. 6 letter I told you all about the services on the ship, which grew out of a little Bible reading started by W―. So many men came we had to move to the upper deck, where we had a Gospel service every night. It was simply glorious, and words cannot describe it. We used to get three to four hundred men every night, and they listened splendidly while W—and one or two others told the old, old story’ of a Saviour’s love, and we had to praise God for many who were definitely brought from death unto life. The scene, too, was one which could never be forgotten―the great crowd of men on the deck, clinging to the rigging, rails, life-boats, and every part from which they could hear, and the sound of the old hymns, Just as I am,’ rolling across the water was beautiful. I shall never forget the singing ‘All hail the power,’ on the Sunday evening we left Aden. We were steaming across the Arabian Sea, it was a glorious night,, and the way the old hymn rolled away over the sea, and then seemed to come back and echo round the ship, was wonderful.”
Space will not allow more. Is that “old, old story” precious to your heart? “It is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth.” A. A. L.