Offerings had been small and expenses heavy, so we had but little money, therefore we did not see how we could get to Los Angeles. But never mind. “The natural man receiveth not the things of God.” Don’t reason, but believe. As I walked out by the lake, and saw the pretty little fish so at home in the beautiful water, without a care, for God took care of them, He spoke to my heart, and said, “Not a worry, for as I made this beautiful crystal lake for the fish, so I have made a great and beautiful way for My children. And just as the fish swim through the water and drink it, so My little children shall live and move in Me.” “For in Him we live and move and have our being.”
Just then three women came up in a machine and stopped near where I was. All were strangers to me, but the Spirit said, “Join yourself to them.” I went over and spoke to them, asking if they were Christians. They said they were, and were wanting to see me. They had heard me speak the night before, and wanted to see more of me. When I bade them good-bye one of them went with me to my tent. She said she had some of the Lord’s money for me, but did not know how to find me, as the camp was breaking up and everyone was going away, but she had been directed back to the camp-ground. “Give me your address on the mission field,” she said, “as I am to help support you there.” Besides what she gave me at the camp-meeting, she was one of our main supports on the field, sending her offerings in no small sums.
We then went to Colorado Springs with a brother in his auto. All the way the Lord kept saying to me, “You will leave for Los Angeles soon after arriving at the Springs.” As we must have $100.00 more for our tickets, we did not know how it was going to work out. When we went to the post office we received a letter from a brother in Kansas with a check for $100.00. In the letter he said, “I supposed you were in California, but as I was writing this check I was led to send it to Colorado Springs. Hope you receive it o. k.” So here was the rest of our fare. Just as God had said, we were to go to California. He had the money right on hand, bless His name! After buying our tickets and a little lunch, we had $3 left. We praised the Lord we were on our way to the mission field, to tell the heathen of this wonderful salvation.
As the train pulled out of the station, a little sister who had been very kind to us threw $4 in at the window.
THE CHURCH IN UNITY
The Wonderful Vision
We passed through Royal Gorge, and over the mountains, reaching the highest point just as the sun was sinking behind the western hills.
They call it “The Top of the World.” There is a post office there where tourists mail folders and cards to all parts of the country, describing the beautiful scenery. Here is the Arkansas River, dividing at an elevation of 10,000 feet, running two ways, growing wider and wider as it flows down the mountain beside the railroad. I sat looking out the window at the stream which waters the fields all along the sides of the mountains and in the valleys. The water is conducted through great flumes running in all directions, even carrying the water up hill in some places.
The scene faded before my eyes, and in its place I saw a great desert, O, so big and barren! There was nothing but bits of thorny cactus growing here and there. The sand was dry and parched. Far out in the middle of the desert there was an old house. It was only a shack. The roof boards were so old and weather beaten they were curling up at the ends. The sides were beginning to fall away from the roof. The door was small and falling off the hinges. There seemed not one ray of hope for the little old shack so far away in the desert. The winds of many centuries had beaten upon its sides. It was ready to fall.