Alma with her English class of native girls
LEAVING NICARAGUA FOR PANAMA
We sailed on the Steamship San Juan. After placing our things in the stateroom we went on deck and sat down. A little South American woman came over to me and asked, “Are you a missionary?” I told her I was. “Well,” she said, “I thought you must be a missionary, for no one else would be away down here so far away from their homeland.”
She had been in the States studying to be a nurse, and had been saved through a Salvation Army meeting on the street. She took my arm and said, “Come right over here. There is a poor blind man from Salvador, and he badly needs help.”
We thanked God, for here was another chance to cast our bread upon the waters, another hungry soul reaching out for the truth.
We took some tracts and Testaments and went over to the man. He said he had heard a traveling missionary preach the Gospel several years ago in his own country, and had longed to know more about it; now here we were to tell him. So he praised the Lord, and we wept and told him Jesus loves us so much that He never fails to answer the prayer of an honest soul.