The floor of the temple was dirty, and the seats covered with dust. We were made to think of the Scripture in Isaiah 1:6:
“From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores; they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment. Your country is desolate.”
Surely the whole country is devoid of the power and glory of the God who made them in His own image.
As we stood there in the gate of the temple, we saw, high up on the mountain, the American flag waving in the ocean breezes. The flag was on the home of the American consul. It seemed to speak of freedom for that poor suffering people.
Oh that God’s children, who have been touched by Divine power and filled with God’s love, would go in upon the wings of faith and prayer, lift the blood-stained banner of Jesus, and wave it o’er this desolate land till it resounds with the falling of the Latter Rain, which is able to make it bud and bloom and bring forth fruit unto eternal life!
Some natives of a tribe in Guatemala, C. A.
Upon returning to our ship the burden was so heavy on me that I fell on my knees and cried to God to save these people. Then the Lord said,