“Aug. 3d, 1877.
“My dear-beloved Father: Your son is a Christian. I am going off to another road. I am going in a road where it leadeth to heaven, and you are going to a big road where it leadeth to hell. But now please return back from hell, I was long time thinking what shall I do, then my father would be saved from hell. I prayed to God. I asked God to help my father to become a Christian.”
The letter of another, to his Indian friends:
“You have not read the Bible, for you cannot read, but you have heard the minister read it to you. You seem not to pay good attention, but you know how Jesus was crucified, how he was put on the Cross, how he was mocked and whipped, and they put a crown of thorns, and he was put to death.”
The letter of the other to me:
“O, how I love all the Indians. I wish they should all become Christians. If you please, tell them about Jesus coming. It makes me feel bad because the Indians are not ready.”
To his Indian friends:
“The first time I became a Christian, I found it a very hard thing to do, but I kept asking Jesus to help me, and so He did, for I grew stronger and stronger. So, my Friends, if you will just accept Jesus as your King, He will help you to the end of your journey. You must trust wholly in Jesus’ strength, and yield your will, your time, your talents, your reputation, your strength, your property, your all, to be henceforth and forever subject to His divine control; your hearts to love Him, your tongues to speak for Him, your hands and feet to work for Him, and your lives to serve Him, when and where and as His Spirit may direct. Don’t be proud, but be very good Christians; be brave and do what is right.
“Your Young Friend.”