During the meeting, he, the chief local officer of the corps, made confession before his comrades and knelt at the holiness table. The Adjutant sought to discover his difficulty. ’Sergeant-Major, have you a grudge against any person? Now, think carefully.’ The man was silent, searching his heart. Presently he replied, ‘You have found the spot.’ Years before, a man had deceived him in a matter of business, thereby bringing much trial into his home. By dogged, hard work, the material loss had been overtaken, and the affair forgotten. But there it lay in his heart. The remembrance of the man’s name brought with it feelings of resentment and contempt. ’Lord, forgive me for my hardness of heart toward that man as I now forgive him,’ he cried. ’Cleanse my soul from every stain of sin and fill me with perfect love.’ In an instant the cloud lifted from his soul, and his heart was filled with singing. That was a remarkable Watch-Night service. Other battles were fought and won, and not until two o’clock on New Year’s morning did the meeting close, with a final burst of praise, and with renewed consecration to fight for souls during the coming year.
Dr. Garfield Carse, of Sunderland, became a soldier of the Sunderland corps, and entered upon his medical career there, during the Adjutant’s term. He says:–
Adjutant Lee was a great advocate of holiness. She preached the doctrine and lived the life. That was the key to her success. Her theme expressed in many ways was, ’Put off the old man, and put on Jesus Christ. Live so that your life reminds people of His life.’ She was a great spiritual help to me; understanding the claims of a busy man, she would drop into my surgery and say, ’I have come to visit you for five minutes.’ She would read from the Bible, a few choice verses that had refreshed her own soul that day, and then would kneel and pray for me that I might represent Christ in my particular sphere. She was a great woman!
An old local officer illustrates her meekness, when as a young officer she was impulsive and arrived at quick conclusions on incomplete evidence. ’She believed I had done a wrong, and wanted me to ask forgiveness of people who were themselves in the wrong, but made a fair showing. I said, ‘No,’ and kept to it. She did not turn bitter towards me, nor ‘turn me down,’ but was kind and sorry. By and by she saw she had been mistaken in her judgment, and said sweetly, ’Ah, yes, I see I was wrong that time.’
Says another, ’What I thought she was when she came to us, I was sure that she was when she went away.’
Kate Lee had a settled conviction that ’the servant of the Lord must not strive.’ A comrade says:–
If misunderstood, she would not justify herself, even in a way that seemed wise to me. She would not attempt to hold her own. She would stand up for others or for principle; but for herself, she trusted the Lord to bring forth her righteousness as the light, and her judgment as the noonday. She would say, ’It doesn’t pay to contend for self, dear. It ruffles one’s spirit and lessens one’s influence. We must stoop to conquer.’ I was impetuous and hot before I knew her, but her life taught me the meaning of the beatitude, ’Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.’
During the last year of her life, Satan gathered his forces for a last onslaught upon Kate Lee’s soul. She was stationed at the International Training Garrison in London, and her health continuing to be frail, a change was thought to be desirable for her. Therefore, she was appointed to take charge of the Home of Rest for Officers at Ramsgate. Only once before had she found it difficult to trust God concerning an appointment. As to her health, she was quite prepared to die at her post, but to leave the work of training those cadets for the field-work which she understood so well and loved with such a passion–could it be the will of God?
For some weeks the clear shining of her faith and joy suffered an eclipse. She maintained a calm exterior, but, in sore spiritual distress, sent for an old, trusted comrade to come and see her. This officer tells of a very sacred interview:–
When it was convenient for us to have a quiet time in her room, she turned upon me a face marked with intense suffering. She said, ’I cannot feel this is God’s will, and so I cannot be happy. I have never felt like this before in all my experience.’ ’But, Katy, what have we always preached? Don’t we still believe that a soul, really committed to God, cannot be moved, cannot be hurt, except by His permission? He knows you are here. If, to give up the thing you love best in life, is His test for you, can’t you trust Him and not take it from man, but from Him, and say, “Thy will be done"?’