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 were stupid and dormant, and
were but half awake, and did not realize the time we were now living
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in; and that the “man” with the “dirt-brush” [see Bro. Miller’s dream,]
had entered, and that some were 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 like a mighty
whirlwind.” I begged of the angel to pity, and to save those who loved
this world, and 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, and wore the platted 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?” O, 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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