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ence to the command of their Master, went in their boats to the farther
side of the sea.
When nearly all had left for their staterooms, I continued on deck.
The captain had provided me a deck chair, and blankets to serve as
a protection from the chilly air. I knew that if I went into the cabin,
I should be sick. Night came on, darkness covered the sea, and the
plunging waves were pitching our ship fearfully. This great vessel
was as a mere chip upon the merciless waters; but she was guarded
and protected on her course by the heavenly angels, commissioned
of God to do His bidding. Had it not been for this, we might have
been swallowed up in a moment, leaving not a trace of that splendid
ship. But that God who feeds the ravens, who numbers the hairs of our
heads, will not forget us.
The last night we were on the boat I felt most grateful to my
heavenly Father. I there learned a lesson I shall never forget. God had
spoken to my heart in the storm, and in the waves, and in the calm
following. And shall we not worship Him? Shall man set up his will
against the will of God? Shall we be disobedient to the commands
of so mighty a Ruler? Shall we contend with the Most High, who is
the source of all power, and from whose heart flows infinite love and
blessing to the creatures of His care?
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Meetings of Special Interest
My visit to Oregon was one of special interest. I here met, after a
separation of four years, my dear friends Brother and Sister Van Horn,
whom we claim as our children. I was somewhat surprised, and very
much pleased, to find the cause of God in so prosperous a condition in
Oregon.
Tuesday evening, June 18, I met a goodly number of the Sabbath
keepers in this State. I gave my testimony for Jesus, and expressed
my gratitude for the sweet privilege that is ours of trusting in His love,
and of claiming His power to unite with our efforts to save sinners
from perdition. If we would see the work of God prosper, we must
have Christ dwelling in us; in short, we must work the works of Christ.
Wherever we look, the whitening harvest appears; but the laborers are
so few. I felt my heart filled with the peace of God, and drawn out