Ye Visited Me, June 24
            
            
              Remember them that are in bonds.
            
            
              Hebrews 13:3
            
            
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              Yesterday, by invitation, I spoke to the prisoners [near Salem, Oregon]. Sister
            
            
              Jordan, a very amiable woman in the faith, took me in her carriage.... I was
            
            
              surprised to see so fine a company of intelligent men. Oh, so sad! So many young
            
            
              men, younger than our own dear boys, so bright, and looking as though they might
            
            
              fill any position in society. You would not dream that they were prisoners, only as
            
            
              you looked upon their strange dress. And this was so neat and clean. There was
            
            
              nothing repulsive in their appearance.
            
            
              The superintendent first ushered us in and then, at the sound of the bell, the
            
            
              heavy iron bolts were drawn back with a loud noise, and there swarmed from their
            
            
              cells one hundred and fifty prisoners. Then we were locked in with them—the
            
            
              warden, superintendent’s wife (a Southern lady), Brother and Sister Carter, Sister
            
            
              Jordan, and myself. The prisoners sang, led by Brother Carter. There was an organ.
            
            
              The performer was a young man, an excellent musician, a man of promise—yet
            
            
              oh, how sad, a convict! I engaged in prayer and every brow bowed. They sang
            
            
              again and then I addressed them.
            
            
              They listened with the most profound attention as I spoke from these words:
            
            
              “Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be
            
            
              called the sons of God” (
            
            
              1 John 3:1
            
            
              ). I then presented before them Adam’s sin, his
            
            
              fall, and the gift of God to redeem Adam’s failure; the love here manifested to save
            
            
              man from sin and ruin. I dwelt upon the temptation of Christ in the wilderness,
            
            
              the victory gained in behalf of the race, and how man may overcome the seductive
            
            
              snares of Satan by making Christ his trust.
            
            
              I dwelt a few moments upon the nature of sin; that sin was the transgression
            
            
              of the law, and how through repentance toward God and faith toward our Lord
            
            
              Jesus Christ the sinner might be saved with a full and free salvation. But he is not
            
            
              saved by the merits of the blood of Christ while he continues to transgress the
            
            
              Father’s law.... Christ died to evidence to the sinner that there was no hope for him
            
            
              while he continued in sin. Obedience to all God’s requirements is his only hope
            
            
              for pardon through the blood of Christ. I dwelt largely upon the great reward to
            
            
              be given the final overcomer—the crown of life that fadeth not away to be placed
            
            
              upon his brow.
            
            
              The people listened with the most solemn mien, and the tearful eye and
            
            
              quivering lip showed that their hearts, although calloused with sin, felt the words
            
            
              spoken.—
            
            
              Letter 32, June 24, 1878
            
            
              , to James White, who was traveling in the
            
            
              Eastern United States.
            
            
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