As I was up there on that flat car looking down upon the poor hungry souls, holding out their black hands for the Bread of Life, I began to weep, and to speak in tongues. God spoke through me in Spanish to these dear hearts, telling them the story of the cross, and how and why Jesus died for us. It must have been an hour that I stood there in the hot sun, talking to them. They wept and begged for more tracts to carry home to their loved ones. One man, who could speak English, said to me, “We did not think you could speak our language so well,” then he told me what I had said.
And there my vision of the white cloud full of black hands was interpreted. Dressed in white, they were reaching out black hands for the gospel. Shall they call in vain? Oh, no! We will carry to them the gospel, the blessed story of Jesus and His wonderful love. They, too, shall be saved and ready when He comes.
In many places in Mexico the power of God is falling. In one place a Mexican heard the gospel and was saved. He began preaching to the people. The Holy Spirit fell, and about a hundred received the Baptism. They were calling for a missionary to come to them. Shall we linger? Shall we not answer these calls?
The wonderful love of God is better far than gold;
The wonderful love of God is better felt than told;
The wonderful love of God so deep, so full, so free;
The wonderful love of God as fathomless as the sea;
The wonderful love of God from Heaven to earth is sent;