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To the “Little Flock”
Dear Brethren,
The Lord gave me a view, January 26, 1850, which I will relate.
I saw that some of the people of God are stupid and dormant and but
half awake; they do not realize the time we are now living in, and
that the man with the “dirt brush” [
see “William Miller’s dream,”
page 81.
] has entered, and that some are in danger of being swept
away. I begged of Jesus to save them, to spare them a little longer,
and let them see their awful danger, that they might get ready before
it should be forever too late. The angel said, “Destruction is coming
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like a mighty whirlwind.” I begged of the angel to pity and to save
those who loved this world, who were attached to their possessions
and were not willing to cut loose from them and sacrifice to speed
the messengers on their way to feed the hungry sheep who were
perishing for want of spiritual food.
As I viewed poor souls dying for want of the present truth, and
some who professed to believe the truth were letting them die by
withholding the necessary means to carry forward the work of God,
the sight was too painful, and I begged of the angel to remove it
from me. I saw that when the cause of God called for some of their
property, like the young man who came to Jesus (
Matthew 19:16-22
)
they went away sorrowful, and that soon the overflowing scourge
would pass over and sweep their possessions all away, and then it
would be too late to sacrifice earthly goods, and lay up a treasure in
heaven.
I then saw the glorious Redeemer, beautiful and lovely; that He
left the realms of glory and came to this dark and lonely world to
give His precious life and die, the just for the unjust. He bore the
cruel mocking and scourging, wore the plaited crown of thorns, and
sweat great drops of blood in the garden, while the burden of the
sins of the whole world was upon Him. The angel asked, “What
for?” Oh, I saw and knew that it was for us; for our sins He suffered
all this, that by His precious blood He might redeem us unto God!
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