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On Mule Back
Thru Central America

WITH THE
GOSPEL

A Thrilling Missionary Story

Giving personal experiences on the mission field; of an
unshaken confidence in the God who took the
family to the field; supported them while
there; gave them many precious souls
for their hire, and brought
them back victorious.

SECOND EDITION

Copies of this book may be obtained from
MATTIE CRAWFORD
Missionary and Evangelist
3573 Shurtleff Court, Los Angeles, California

Copyright, 1922, by
MATTIE CRAWFORD
(Published in the United States of America)
All Rights Reserved

TABLE OF CONTENTS

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

PREFACE

The days of miraculous achievements are not past, as the accounts chronicled in this book will testify. Four people make a missionary trip from Los Angeles, Cal., down the coast of Mexico, preaching in many of her towns while the ship discharges or loads cargo. They arrive in Nicaragua and preach to the natives, seeing numbers of them baptized in the Holy Spirit. Returning to the States by way of the Panama Canal, and New Orleans, they reach St. Louis and Granite City, having been gone less than two years.

Without missionary board, or other promised support whatever, the Lord provided some $3,000.00 for the trip. It is a testimony to His faithfulness, a sample of what He can and will do for those who will put their trust in Him. Some might question the wisdom and value of the shortness of their stay, but they moved under Divine direction. If any possible critic had accompanied them in their journeyings, and seen the fire in the hearts of those native people there would have been no doubt in their minds as to the exceeding profitableness of the journey in the advancement of the kingdom of God. Many remote and scattered people were reached. Praise God! They will be seen in Heaven because of the Gospel message which they heard.

Then, too, this sketch of many happenings will, we trust, kindle a flame of missionary fire in many hearts, and give them a sense of the great need of these Central American republics, so that they, too, will have to go, pray, or give. Brother, Sister, have you not some responsibility toward sending the Gospel to those benighted people so long neglected? Let us not share in the great age-long crime of the church in her neglect of the heathen. Do not pass the time in mere happy dreams of spiritual blessings while the procession of your lost brethren of other nations tramps on into eternity with no Christ. Be not like drones, who eat the honey but do nothing for the advancement of the kingdom.

Seeley D. Kinne.

Affectionately dedicated to my precious Master, the Lord, who made possible this service, and to my dear husband, son, and daughter, who were noble sharers in the battles and triumphs described.

Oh agony of wavering thought

When sinners first so near are brought.

It is my Maker—dare I stay?

My Savior—dare I turn away?

In the ripe harvest fields the day is cried,

And reapers with their sickles bright

Troop, singing, down the mountain side.

A MESSAGE GIVEN TO ME IN TONGUES WITH INTERPRETATION, March 15, 1919

It was on this message from the Lord that we went to the mission field by faith, without any earthly board behind us, knowing that what God had promised He would perform.

“The time has come when I will send thee forth. Arise! put away all doubt and say to the dark clouds, ‘Depart from before my face!’ and to all fear that may arise to stop you from following in the way that I shall lead thee, ‘Flee ye, far from me, to return no more! for the Lord my God hath spoken, and I shall not be dismayed nor put to shame!’

“Begin this day to prepare to go forth, for I will send thee unto the land to which I have called thee, and every need shall be supplied.

“Only be strong and of good courage, for My left hand is under thy head, and My right hand doth embrace thee. Thou shalt sit down under My shadow with great delight, and My fruit shall be sweet to thy taste. I will plant thee in a fruitful land, and thou shalt bring forth fruit in My name, some thirty, some sixty, and some an hundred fold. Do not fear to go forth in My name, for I am thy shield and thy exceeding great reward. I Am that I Am hath spoken unto thee this day, and I AM THAT I AM will go before thee.

“Thou shalt see of the travail of thy soul, and shall be satisfied, for thou shalt see many that sit in darkness and the shadow of death see the light of My glory, and come to praise My name. For from the rising of the sun even unto the going down of the same, My name shall be great among all nations.”

“Would you like to know the sweetness

Of the secret of the Lord?

Go and hide beneath His shadow,

This shall be your sure reward.

And when’er you leave the silence

Of that happy meeting place,

You must mind and bear the image

Of the Master in your face.”

PREPARING TO START

After receiving the wonderful message in tongues, with its interpretation, telling us the time had come for us to make ready to go to the mission field, we began packing our trunks, putting away the things which we would not need during the summer. We had been working in a hard field that winter, the income had been very small, and poor husband had worked as much as possible, to get the children clothes and books for school. But work was scarce and the battle had been long and hard, for we felt we must settle down again that the children might be in school, which matter the Lord had dealt with us about many times before.

We were preparing to start as soon as the way was opened, when there came a letter from a brother asking if we would not come and have some meetings with them. We felt led to go, and on arriving found the revival spirit was in the air. The first night the place was packed, and the altar was filled with hungry people seeking the Lord. We were there three weeks, and they certainly were blessed weeks of victory, for many precious souls received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit and many were healed, and the Lord sent in money for some clothing, which we were all needing badly.

After the meeting we returned for our trunks and to prepare for the trip across the country to California, for from there we were to sail for our field in Central America.

The livelong night we’ve toiled in vain,

But at Thy gracious word,

I will let down the net again,

To do Thy will, O Lord.

HOME LEAVING

Bidding our loved ones good-bye we left Granite City, Illinois, May 29th, 1919. We took train from St. Louis at 4 P. M., for Stanton, Missouri, where God had definitely led us to go.

As the train sped out of the city and over the long stretch of country beyond, I was meditating over the many things that had happened at our farewell. My dear mother had said she did not understand this thing, and my brothers and sisters had spoken against our going out in such a foolish way, without money and without backing of any kind. They just knew that we would all starve and die in that far-off country. None of them being Christians, they could not understand how the dear Lord could supply our every need. But the blessed Holy Spirit had spoken to my heart and said, “You have left all, brothers, sisters, father, mother, houses and lands for My sake, and the Gospel’s, so I will give you brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers, houses and lands, wherever you go.”

As we rode on, we were praying that God would lead us every step of the way, and not let us miss His will in any thing we did or said. As I took some tracts from my hand bag to distribute among the passengers I noticed a white-haired gentleman take a seat just across from us. The Spirit said to me, “That is one of your Pentecostal brothers. Ask him what you want to know about the place to which you are going.”

We were not acquainted with any one at Stanton, and had been wishing that we could find out something about the place and the people before we arrived. I began distributing the tracts through the car, and when I came to this man he looked up and said, “Praise the Lord!” We had a blessed time from there on, talking of the work over the country, and learning of conditions at Stanton.

Arriving at the station we bade our brother good-bye and got off the train. It was now quite dark, and raining, and our funds were down to twenty cents. We stopped under the shed of the depot long enough to pray for leadings from the Lord, for it was late, the agent had gone, the depot was closed and the brother had told us that he thought most of the saints lived out in the country. As we looked to our Heavenly Father to guide us He directed us to a store on the hill. The owner was just closing the door as we came up. My husband asked him if any of the mission people lived in the town and he said he did not know. As we passed down the street we heard some one say, “Well, ‘Praise the Lord!’ Where did you come from?” It was dear brother Armstead. We had met him and his wife in some meetings in St. Louis, but did not know they lived in Stanton. Also others were there whom we knew, having met them in other places. We stayed about ten days and had blessed meetings. The blessing of the Lord came down upon our souls, the dear little band of faithful saints were refreshed, and the altar was filled with those seeking the Lord.

A remarkable incident occurred here. A woman across the street from where we were having the meetings became very much incensed at us because she thought we prayed and sang too loud. She sent her children over to throw rocks and sticks at us, while she sat in her house and made light of the shouting. One night the power fell in a wonderful way and the people were very happy. This woman was sitting barefoot in her bedroom reading the evening paper, and felt something cold touch her foot, but did not give it any attention at first. Feeling it again she looked down, and there was a very large snake coiled ready to strike her foot. She sprang away and screamed, then ran to the meeting crying for some one to come and kill the snake, as it had gotten on the bed where the baby was asleep. Some of the brothers went over, found the serpent on the bed, and killed it. After that the woman felt different toward us and our shouting and praising the Lord. We had been praying for her and the Lord had told us He would take care of it all. We find the Lord uses different means to bring people to Himself.

From Stanton we went to Rolla, Missouri. We knew no one in Rolla, or anything about the place, but the Lord had told us to go there, so we went. We just had money enough to get there. As we stepped off the train a brother threw his arms around my husband and said, “Well, Hallelujah! My wife told me to come and meet this train, for the Lord was sending some one on it to help us in the meetings we have just started, and here you are, just in time.” They had opened a little work there and had been asking the Lord to send someone to help them, so He had sent us, bless His dear Name! He also sent the Holy Spirit, for we had a wonderful time. One of the hard fighters of Pentecost received the Baptism, and many others were blessed in their souls, and some were healed in their bodies.

From Rolla we went to Springfield, Missouri, and stayed over Sunday with the dear saints there, having a refreshing time for our souls, and a rest for our bodies. From there we went to Everton, Missouri, where we had been led to hold some meetings.

On arriving in this little town we found that the only building there was for the meetings had burned down the day before. We spent the day in a grocery store praying for a door to be opened for the Gospel, for we had been told it was a very wicked town and that the Pentecostal message had never been preached there.

In the evening we went out to see about getting some rooms where we could stay while there. Going to a certain place we met the Presbyterian minister. When he found that we had come to have revival meetings he hastened to open his church to us and insisted that we begin the services that night. He told us that he had been praying for a revival as they had not had a convert in that town for over thirty years, and that he hoped we could do something to stir the people up. He had not asked us what we were preaching, as many others do when we arrive in a new place. If he had known how we would stir up things in that dead town and that fine Presbyterian church I don’t know whether he would have been so quick to invite us in.

He rang the church bell, we went in and began to sing and pray, and soon the crowd came. Such a hungry-looking lot of people they were, yet they looked like they were ready to run if something happened that they did not understand. As we prayed and testified the glory settled down over us. Each night the people moved up a little closer to the fire, and some dared to come up in the rostrum and help us sing. Once in a while we heard a faint Amen from the dear old pastor, and one night, after the Lord had met us in a very sweet and wonderful way, he came and said, “There is something so different about you people from what we have ever seen in others. Why,” said he, “it is no trouble at all for you to pray and testify, and there is something about these meetings that fills my heart with joy, and I want you to pray that I will get this blessing that you have, for we need a great spiritual awakening here.”

I felt like jumping up and down and telling him we had the Baptism of the Holy Ghost and it was that which made us different from other folks. O Hallelujah! But I knew we must use wisdom with them, so left it to the Lord to work out in His own way and time.

The next night the power fell on Sister Hagg, and she went up and down the platform singing in the Spirit and speaking in tongues. We were wonderfully anointed and had a blessed meeting. The dear people had never seen anything like that before. They looked so hungry.

The next morning the pastor and his wife came to our rooms and he said, “I want this blessed experience. Pray for me, and pray for my wife’s healing.” She was deaf. We had a sweet time praying together, the dear old pastor calling on God to send the Holy Spirit into his life and into the church.

The next day we had to move on to Kansas City. But I am sure there was a work done and seed sown in Everton that will bring forth fruit. The people came to bid us good-bye, saying they were so glad we had come and brought them the light of Pentecost.

At the depot we were told the price of our tickets was $20. We found we were short of that amount by $4.20. We had only $14.80. We went aside and prayed, telling the Lord He had told us to go to Kansas City, Missouri, and now the train was arriving and we did not have sufficient money. The Lord said, “Go to the window and call for the tickets.” We obeyed, knowing the Lord was able to send money right straight from Heaven. As husband received the tickets through the window, the agent said, “$14.80.” We were soon on the train speeding on our way. We do not know just how it came about, but we know God did it. Hallelujah! He makes a way where there is no way, if we believe.

It was after dark when we arrived in Kansas City. We prayed and asked the Lord just where He wanted us to go as we did not know anyone there. He directed us straight up a street. We walked several blocks, not knowing where there were any missions. We saw a nice little brick church on a corner, but no sign to tell about meetings, and the doors were closed. As we stood there praying, the Lord told me to open the door and go in.

As we pushed on the door it opened into a vestibule. From there some steps led into the auditorium through another door. We heard some one saying, “Praise the Lord!” and knew they must be Pentecostal people. A brother came with outstretched hands to greet us, asking, “Where did you come from?” It was dear Brother Huff from Chicago, who was in charge of the mission. We had a blessed time together praising God and seeing souls brought in and baptized in the Spirit. We were also blessed with Brother Scott in the mission in Kansas City, Kansas, and with his saints.

We then went on to Topeka, Kansas, by the direction of the Lord. We never went anywhere until we had prayed and received instructions from the Lord. Most of the time He spoke through my lips the name of the next place, even telling us when to go, and what train to take. Oh, the blessedness of the sweet Holy Spirit flowing in and upon our souls till we are lost in Him.

“He leadeth me, oh, blessed thought.”

We arrived in Topeka, knowing nothing of the missions there or how to find them. As we were walking down a street the Lord said, “Ask that boy where the mission is.” He was the son of one of the saints, and lived near the mission. We were at that mission two weeks and had a precious time.

The Lord provided for us to travel to Colorado Springs with Sister Bowers in her car. Many were the times and ways God showed His mighty arm out-stretched toward us. We started with very little money to buy food and gasoline, or to pay for repairs for the car. But He provided for all.

One morning as we were crossing a bridge, some drunken men ran their car into ours, throwing it over the edge of the bridge which had no rail, the bridge being a new one and not completed. Our machine hung out over the water fifty feet below. But as we went over the edge the power came upon us all, and we began speaking in tongues. The glory of God came down like a great white cloud, and the machine was picked up and set in the middle of the bridge without a scratch on us or on it.

Another time when we came into a town we were told that the road ahead was impassable; that twenty cars had been pulled out of the place where the water covered the road for about a mile. We asked the Lord if we should go on or not. He said we should go on, and if we believed we should see the glory of God. As we approached the water, which came up to the doors of the machine, and with great ditches on either side, filled with water, we could not see where the road was, nor where the ditches were. The power came down over the machine, and we all began to sing in tongues. Sister Bowers’ hands went up in the air, and never touched the wheel till we were over the place, about a mile in length. The mud and water did not even splash the wind shield or machine anywhere.

“We will rejoice in Thy salvation, and in the name of God we will set up our banners. The Lord fulfil all thy petitions.”—Psalm 20:5.

We stopped at several places on the way and held meetings. We also gave out tracts and papers, filling the rural mail boxes along the highways with gospel literature. Each morning we cooked our breakfast and had our morning worship by the roadside, then went on our way praising God for all His goodness in permitting us to preach His glorious gospel.

One night when we were sleeping out on the open prairie—as we were too heavily loaded to carry a tent—there came up a terrible storm. The wind blew at a terrific gale and the thunder and lightning were awful. We were fast asleep when a large coyote came near and began his loud barking, evidently sent by the Lord to awaken us just in time to see our clothes and hats sweeping across the plain before the fierce wind. We ran after them, and prayed the Lord to stop the storm, telling Him He had promised us that it should not rain on us. Then the wind stopped, also the thunder and lightning, and we had nice dry weather the rest of the way.

Arriving in Colorado Springs, we were welcomed by the dear pastor and people. They had a nice assembly, and the Lord sweetly worked the few days we were there.

Some people from the plains came asking us to come and hold meetings for them in a school-house. They had never heard Pentecost preached, excepting one woman who had read some about it and was hungry for the Baptism. We found the whole country Free Methodist, and they said they had the Holy Spirit.

We had meetings every night for about a week, everybody sitting back and looking on. On Sunday we were invited to the home of some of the leading people for dinner. After we had eaten, someone went to the piano and began playing a hymn, and we started to sing. Soon we heard a terrible noise. Looking around we saw the man of the house laid out in the middle of the floor, shaking from head to foot under the power of God. In fact his feet were up in the air and his whole body was shaking violently. His wife and the people were running out after water to throw on him. But we told them it was the power of God, and they must leave him alone. They declared he had a spell with his heart and was dying, but we kept on singing and holding on in prayer till he came through.

The news spread all over the country, and that night all the rigs and autos for many miles around were there bringing the people to see the strange sights. While we were singing, the daughter of this same man arose, came to the altar and fell under the power. The fire spread over the house, God working in a wondrous way. Some said it was the power of God, others said we were hypnotizing the people, and that was what made them fall. The whole country was stirred, and many heard the last-day message of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit to prepare the people for the coming of the Lord. We still receive letters from these people. They are holding on to God, and He is blessing them.

We also visited with dear Brother and Sister Roper and their sister Stout, at Immanuel Faith Home, in Pueblo. This is a school for orphan children, and a faith home where saints and missionaries can come and rest for a while. We were there for a week, and those were days of great blessing and refreshings from the Lord. These clear saints have opened that wonderful work in faith, looking to God to supply every need, and surely He has done according to His promise. The way we saw God work there in answering prayer was far beyond anything we had ever witnessed before, and the way the dear little children were taught to pray and trust God for their needs was blessed.

From there we went in the machine to Denver, where we spent two weeks at the camp-meeting. How the blessing of the Lord did come down on our souls! We were greatly refreshed and our faith was quickened. The latter was needed, for we were going to the mission field by faith, looking to the Lord alone to supply every need.

The camp-meeting was coming to a close and the tents were being taken down, but we did not know where we were to go next. As I was packing the suit-cases, and getting ready to leave, the Lord said to me, “Arrange your clothes, for you will go to Los Angeles in a few days.”

Offerings had been small and expenses heavy, so we had but little money, therefore we did not see how we could get to Los Angeles. But never mind. “The natural man receiveth not the things of God.” Don’t reason, but believe. As I walked out by the lake, and saw the pretty little fish so at home in the beautiful water, without a care, for God took care of them, He spoke to my heart, and said, “Not a worry, for as I made this beautiful crystal lake for the fish, so I have made a great and beautiful way for My children. And just as the fish swim through the water and drink it, so My little children shall live and move in Me.” “For in Him we live and move and have our being.”

Just then three women came up in a machine and stopped near where I was. All were strangers to me, but the Spirit said, “Join yourself to them.” I went over and spoke to them, asking if they were Christians. They said they were, and were wanting to see me. They had heard me speak the night before, and wanted to see more of me. When I bade them good-bye one of them went with me to my tent. She said she had some of the Lord’s money for me, but did not know how to find me, as the camp was breaking up and everyone was going away, but she had been directed back to the camp-ground. “Give me your address on the mission field,” she said, “as I am to help support you there.” Besides what she gave me at the camp-meeting, she was one of our main supports on the field, sending her offerings in no small sums.

We then went to Colorado Springs with a brother in his auto. All the way the Lord kept saying to me, “You will leave for Los Angeles soon after arriving at the Springs.” As we must have $100.00 more for our tickets, we did not know how it was going to work out. When we went to the post office we received a letter from a brother in Kansas with a check for $100.00. In the letter he said, “I supposed you were in California, but as I was writing this check I was led to send it to Colorado Springs. Hope you receive it o. k.” So here was the rest of our fare. Just as God had said, we were to go to California. He had the money right on hand, bless His name! After buying our tickets and a little lunch, we had $3 left. We praised the Lord we were on our way to the mission field, to tell the heathen of this wonderful salvation.

As the train pulled out of the station, a little sister who had been very kind to us threw $4 in at the window.

THE CHURCH IN UNITY
The Wonderful Vision

We passed through Royal Gorge, and over the mountains, reaching the highest point just as the sun was sinking behind the western hills.

They call it “The Top of the World.” There is a post office there where tourists mail folders and cards to all parts of the country, describing the beautiful scenery. Here is the Arkansas River, dividing at an elevation of 10,000 feet, running two ways, growing wider and wider as it flows down the mountain beside the railroad. I sat looking out the window at the stream which waters the fields all along the sides of the mountains and in the valleys. The water is conducted through great flumes running in all directions, even carrying the water up hill in some places.

The scene faded before my eyes, and in its place I saw a great desert, O, so big and barren! There was nothing but bits of thorny cactus growing here and there. The sand was dry and parched. Far out in the middle of the desert there was an old house. It was only a shack. The roof boards were so old and weather beaten they were curling up at the ends. The sides were beginning to fall away from the roof. The door was small and falling off the hinges. There seemed not one ray of hope for the little old shack so far away in the desert. The winds of many centuries had beaten upon its sides. It was ready to fall.

As I looked far away on every side I saw nothing but hot dry sand. Over the sand came a man. He was weary, and the hot sun beat fiercely upon his bare head. As he came nearer I saw he was reading a Bible. He was so interested in it that he looked not to the right or left. His face was right down in the Book. Behind him came another, and still another, until there was a great company of people, thousands of them, both men and women. All had their faces buried in the Bible. They were entering the little old shack, passing in one by one. I wondered at so many people being able to get into so small a house. But soon I discovered that the house was enlarging. The door became new and swung upright on new hinges.

As far as I could see across the plain people were coming. Each one’s face was down in the Word of God. They were all moving toward and into the house, now no longer a dilapidated shack but becoming a great strong building. The roof was now of new material, of such a bright red color that my eyes could not look upon it. The sides had become new. From the door clear water was beginning to flow. I could see the sands of the desert carried before it as it went down and out of the building. Then the water burst forth from all sides of the house, till all but the roof was clear, crystal water.

The water spread over the desert, until it had become a mighty river covering the whole country, and people of every nation came running to it. The great house in the center was of such beauty that my eyes could not look upon it. The people began to come out of the house, but they were not the same as when they went into it. They were now large men and women, as tall as telephone poles. Their countenances were shining with the glory of God. In their hands were large nets. These they cast into the stream, in which there were many fish, for as the people of all nations ran and fell into the water they became fish. I could see their tails as they swam about. Each net was brought up full of fine, large fish.

Over the top of the building was written in letters of fire, “THE CHURCH IN UNITY.” As the vision disappeared, I realized I was still on the train. Having my Bible in my hand I opened to this Scripture, “DECLARE HIS GLORY AMONG THE HEATHEN, HIS MARVELLOUS WORKS AMONG ALL NATIONS.” I Chron. 16:24.

Then the Lord showed me that when His people receive, through the Holy Spirit, the revelation of the Word, they will come together in unity; not merely be brought together by some creed or doctrine, but by the revelation of the scriptures, as they are made Spirit and life. This will cause the dilapidated building, which represents the church out in the desert of unbelief and false doctrine, to become new, strong and great, with the waters of the Spirit flowing out to all nations. And just as the Arkansas River, rising at the mountain summit, divided and ran both ways, watering the fields on either side of the mountain, so as the church reaches the mountain summit of God’s love and revelation of the scriptures, the waters of salvation will flow both ways, to the home and also to the foreign field, and there will be a Heaven-taught and Spirit-trained ministry of apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers, for the perfecting of the saints, and for the evangelization of the heathen.

OPENING THE WAY.

Arriving in Salt Lake City at noon the next day, we were told the train we should take for Los Angeles did not carry chair cars, so we would have to wait for a train that left at midnight. We were very tired from our long train ride and went aside in the station to rest. I lay down on a couch in the ladies’ rest room, but just as I had settled down for rest the Lord said to me, “Go and buy your berth on this train, for it will be the last train through.” I did not know what it meant, but I did not doubt the voice of God that had spoken to me so many times in the fifteen years I have been saved.

I went to my husband and told him, and together we went to the Pullman ticket office. The agent said, “I have not a berth left. The train is full and leaves in fifteen minutes.” I told him the Lord had said we were to go on that train, and there must be a place somewhere for us. He said he knew he had not a berth left. I said we must have two upper berths, as we did not have sufficient money for lower berths. The $4 given by the little sister in Colorado Springs as our train was leaving and the $3.00 we had was all we had for the berths. Just then a man stepped up and said there were two upper berths left, as some people had decided not to go on that train. “Well,” said the agent, “I guess they are for you, but you will have to hurry, as the train is ready to go.” Entering the coach we found the two berths were together. How the Lord does plan for His children, opening doors which no man can shut. Hallelujah!

As we neared the California border the strike came on that paralyzed all street-car and train service for ten days. Three times the men were about to leave our train out on the desert. But we prayed, and God took the train through to Los Angeles. Other trains that started were forsaken by the trainmen and hundreds of people were left in the desert without food or water. Relief was sent to them by auto trucks, and they came through in that way. But God spoke to us, and we obeyed, and went on the last train that got through for over ten days.

How God does care for His own! We were going out as missionaries and He wanted to teach us lessons of faith. That is why He took us along with just enough money for one trip at a time. Many times we were without money or had but little. Then, He would tell us not to look at our little means, but to look to Him, with Heaven’s great storehouse full for all who would believe. “The just shall live by faith.” The new creature in Christ Jesus becomes heir to ALL His riches in glory. “O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are His judgments, and His ways past finding out!” Rom. 11:33.

We arrived in Los Angeles with seventy-five cents. The taxi man asked $4 to take us to the camp-grounds, and no street cars were running. We asked Father how we were to get out there. It was too far to walk. I was directed to a little lunch-counter across the street, to ask the man about a machine standing in front of his place. He told me he would take us out there, as he was carrying passengers since the strike was on. We asked him the fare and he said, “Seventy-five cents.” We laughed, for Father knew just how much we had, and would not let him ask more.

We reached the camp-grounds about nine o’clock. The Evangelist was preaching on faith, and how we should trust God. She stretched out her arm toward us and said, in a loud voice, “The just shall live by faith.” This was a familiar text to us, as it had been our motto for some three months, or more, but it is always new.

Brother Fisher came and said, “We have a tent up and ready for you, but we have made no arrangements for meals for you, as everybody makes their own arrangements for those.” We praised God for the tent and knew He would take care of the rest, for He had sent us there, so He would provide.

We were invited home with some friends that night, but returned to the camp to stay the next morning. Noon came. Everybody was going out to the stand to get lunch. We had to pray. So we went into our little tent, knelt down and told our Heavenly Father about our needs. He says He knows our needs before we ask Him, but we receive by asking. It is so sweet to tell Him about every little need. We had spoken to no one else about them, as that would not be faith. We went across the grounds to the big tent. A sister came, put her arms around me, and said, “Sister, are you a missionary?” I told her we were just going out for the first time. She said the Lord had laid it on her heart to open a dining tent for the missionaries on the camp-ground, and she wanted to invite me and my little family to eat with them. I need not say that dining tent was one of the sweetest places I have ever seen. We would gather there and sing and praise God and eat the food He had provided. It was Heaven on earth. I am sure dear Sister Craton and her sister, who worked so faithfully, will receive abundant reward when Jesus comes.

The meeting was wonderful. The Word was preached under the mighty anointing every afternoon and night. Hundreds were brought in and baptized in the Holy Spirit, and many were healed. One day they carried in a Jew. He was an invalid, had been sick for many years and did not believe the Bible or in God. We gathered around him and prayed. A great ball of fire came down through the tent, struck that man on the head, knocked him out of his chair and on to his feet, and almost knocked down all who were praying with him. He was healed and baptized in the Holy Spirit, and ran over the grounds leaping and praising God. Many things God did there that strengthened our faith and prepared us for the life of faith on the mission field.

After the camp-meeting we rented a little apartment where we might live and make ready for our trip, for there was sewing to be done and things to be made ready. We were expecting to sail about the first of October. But one day, as we were praying about when we should sail, the Lord said, “You will sail about the first of the year.” We thought that was a long time off, and did not understand why we were to wait so long. Going to the steamship office we learned that the port of Corinto, where we were to land, was under quarantine for yellow fever, and had been for several months, but the ban would be lifted about the first of the year, and it was.

They were precious months that followed. Everything that we needed had to be prayed in—trunks, suitcases, clothing, everything came in answer to prayer.

While in San Francisco I was very busy in meetings and had many letters to write. Sister Kerr said, “Ask the Lord to give you a typewriter to take with you.” “Oh,” I said, “I could never have faith for a typewriter, as I could get along without that, and need so many other things.” While I was praying in my room the Lord said to me, “You can have faith for a typewriter. Ask for one, and you shall have it.” I said, “Lord, I do not know how to use a typewriter.” He told me that when I went back to Los Angeles I could go to night school and learn to use a typewriter, and then He would give me one. This I did, and soon learned how to typewrite. Then I received a letter from a brother enclosing a check for $50, saying it was for a Corona typewriter to take to the mission field. I had never seen the brother and do not know how he knew of me, but God knows. I almost ran to the Corona office to get my typewriter, and with it I am writing this book.

“I love the Lord, because He hath heard my voice and my supplications. Because He hath inclined His ear unto me, therefore will I call upon Him as long as I live.”—Psalm 116:1, 2.

While in Oakland dear sister Rawlins told me the Lord had spoken to her to take her new Singer sewing machine, go home with me to Los Angeles and do up all my sewing. Here again was the dear loving hand of my Heavenly Father. He said He would give me mothers and brothers and sisters. This dear sister was truly a mother to me. She came with me, did up the sewing, and, as we were packing ready to leave for the mission field, and she to return to Oakland, she gave me the machine to take with me. How sweet that God has so many precious children who are ready to lay down their lives for the Gospel. We may not all be called to go, but we all can do our part. God bless every one who has given so freely and made it possible for the missionaries to go. As I think of the many things and the money that have been given by the dear children of God, it makes me fear I may not prove true and use it all to His glory. But there is a cry in my soul that the Lord will help me to be faithful, and render unto the Lord for all His benefits unto me. Psalm 116:12.

Everything was provided for the trip. New trunks were sent up to the house. Two nice handbags were given. One woman gave my daughter and me beautiful riding suits made to order. A certain book I had long been wanting to read, and had not been able to get, was brought and laid on our table when I was out. Many little tokens of love were brought by the saints—nice useful things.

But there was one thing lacking, a most important one. That was our fare. The Lord had miraculously interfered and gotten us our passports, and everything was packed and ready, but no money for the fare, which was near $700.00, including excess baggage. One morning, while praying in my room, the Lord said, “Go to the steamship office and make your reservations.” “But, Lord, I haven’t the money to pay down.” He said, “Get ready; I will send the money.” By the time I was dressed and ready, a friend entered the room and gave me $15. Well, why hadn’t the Lord sent all that was needed for the fare? Never mind; He had another lesson of faith to teach us. I went to the office and found out about the steamers. One sailed January 12th. The Lord said “Take that one.” Different faithful friend, asked, “When does the steamer sail?” We told them. “And you haven’t your fare yet?” “No, we haven’t the fare yet, but it is coming.” They said they did not believe we were to sail so soon or God would have sent the fare. But we knew God had spoken and we believed.

One afternoon a woman came with a message which she claimed was from God. Some of them had been praying about our going, and had received a message that we were not to go yet. Instead we were to go to a certain place and open a work. For that reason God had not sent us our fare. I replied, “I can’t believe that, for God has spoken to me many times, and this message is the same that came through my lips in San Francisco, when He told me that we were to sail about the first of the year.” At that time, as already related, we found the port was under quarantine that would be lifted about the first of the year. Later we found it had been lifted, and the Lord had told us we were to sail on the steamer that went on Jan. 12.

We kept in sweet communion with the Lord, and every time these friends came with a message, He whispered to us to be still and know He was God; and we should see His salvation. Time went by. Only a week more before sailing, and we must have our ticket in three days in order to have our baggage attended to, still there was no money in sight. We kept praising the Lord that He had spoken, and it would come to pass. A dear saint, we thought much of, came in. She asked if we had our fare. We said we had not. She said, “Surely there is something wrong. God does not want you to go now.” But we quietly praised God. He had spoken, and it was so. Like Paul, we thanked God and took courage, when it seemed that everything was against us on every side, and the darkest hour was there. Then came dear Brother Norris from San Bernardino, California. He said the Lord had sent him to pay our fares. So he went down and paid for our tickets and excess baggage.

Why did we have this test? It was just one more lesson for us to learn. We must come to the place where we know the voice of the Lord and there must be no mistake about it. He wants us to know beyond the shadow of a doubt. We are in dark days and there are many spirits to deceive. We must know the voice of God, and then, no matter how impossible it may seem, follow His voice.

Many were the tests and trials we passed through, but glorious was the victory He gave in the end.

Father N. J. Norris, who paid our way to the Mission field

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want;

He leadeth me out of the dry and thirsty land,

He bringeth me forth in pastures of green—

My eyes may not see all the ways He has planned,

Far out with Him in the way of faith, unseen.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,

Over the way of thorns and rocks I may go,

But He is the one who taketh me through;

Through the thick darkness of doubt and woe,

But out from the clouds of darkness falls Heaven’s sweet dew.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,

So lead me on by Thy Spirit, O God,

Take me into Thyself so dear;

Leave me not, though I pass under Thy rod,

Breathing the breath of fragrant air, leaving behind all fear.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,

Out to the mission field, alone with Him;

To tell the poor heathen that Jesus has died;

Breaking the bread to one and all,

Telling them His death redeemed from the fall.

BREAD UPON THE WATERS
From Los Angeles to Nicaragua, C. A.

We sailed from Los Angeles, on the S. S. Curacao, January 12th, 1920. After five days we arrived at the port of Matzalan, Mexico. The first sight of the city was the large cathedral on the hill. Our boat came to anchor, and as it was to stay a whole day, we took a launch and went ashore.

The city was very beautiful, nestling in the valley, surrounded by mountains and sea. The beach was thronged with bathers. The streets and courts were lined with tropical flowers, palm and cocoanut trees. The sun was so warm that we were soon persuaded to remove our coats and sweaters, and we stepped into a hotel court to rest.

We noticed one beggar after another coming in and asking alms. Going out into the streets again we noticed they seemed to be filled with poor, ragged, barefoot people begging. On inquiry we were told this was “Beggars’ Day,” when the poor came out and received help.

S. S. Curacao on which we sailed to the Mission field

As we sat in the plaza and saw all the sin and wickedness around us, we were reminded of Paul’s experience at Athens. His spirit was stirred when he saw the city wholly given to idolatry, and found the altar with the inscription, “To the unknown God.” Truly our spirits were stirred when we saw the high spires on the cathedral, and the altar within, and realized that God was not known to the people. The many beggars were a striking picture of the great need of the whole city. The beggars’ dirty rags told of their need of the robes of righteousness. Their bare feet showed the need of being shod with the preparation of the Gospel of Peace, for truly they had no peace. Many of them were blind, and surely they were blind to the truth. Beggars would come and touch us, and ask alms. Like Peter and John, silver and gold we did not have, but we could tell them of Jesus, and we did so. But they were so blind and deaf they did not seem to know what we were talking about.

We were taken by a gentleman in a carriage to see the places of interest in the city, which were many. Then we returned to the ship, but found it would not be ready to sail for some time yet. We seated ourselves on the deck and watched the many boats and launches that covered the waters. The wind was strong and the waves ran high. We saw a small row-boat with two men in it, rowing hard for the shore. It made me think of the great mass of people here who were being tossed by the waves of sin.

“Captain, Lower the Gang-Plank for I am Coming.”

Then the Spirit gave me a picture of the sinner as the small boat tossed to and fro by the high waves of sin. The large steamer, with all her passengers, very peaceful, and with no toiling to keep afloat, represented the children of God with all His cargo of love and grace in their souls. They did not have to work to keep saved, but He saved them and they were at home on the waters of His love. I seemed to hear the Lord say that as the waters of this mighty ocean could come in on that little boat, and sink it beneath its waves, never again to be found, even so His great love for the sinner could come in on his frail bark of sin, swallow it up, and sink it in the sea of forgetfulness, never again to be found.

Darkness began to settle over the waters. The whistle had blown, the gang plank been pulled in, and the vessel was slowly moving away. Suddenly we heard a cry coming over the waves, “Captain, lower the gang plank, for I am coming.” In the dim evening light we could see a man standing in the launch that was coming as fast as it could. Again the cry came, “Captain, lower the gang plank, for I am coming.” It was our freight clerk, who had been ashore, drinking and indulging in sin, until he had almost missed his opportunity to get on board. But at the captain’s command they lowered the gang plank, the clerk jumped on it and came on board.

On Board Ship

To me this taught a lesson. The big ship Salvation has pulled into the harbor of the needy, the needy one comes in his little row-boat of trouble and cries for help, and the gang plank, the Gospel of love, is let down to him, and he jumps on and is saved. So, as we go among these needy people, in their little old row-boats toiling on the angry waters of sin, we hope to see the dear old Gospel ship of Zion pull into many a harbor, and lower the gang plank of love and mercy, and see people jumping on and coming aboard for the glory-land. For truly, Jesus is coming soon, and what we do we must do quickly, ere they perish.

At another port we had to wait a day for the unloading of cargo. Many natives came to the ship to sell birds and different things, and we had a wonderful opportunity to give out the Word of God to them. How eager they were to hear of the love of God to save them. One old man came up out of his little boat and said. “Are there many people in your country who know about this great God, and how He sent His Son to die for us?” We told him there were many who knew about it. Then he said, “Why don’t they come and tell us about it and help us to find Him.” We were speechless, for we knew there were few who would leave all to tell them of Jesus and His power to save.

“I’ll Be Waiting for You When Your Ship Returns.”

Several little boys came on board from the many boats and lighters, and played with Carl. He brought out his little train, that ran on a track. They had never seen anything like that before, so they spent the day with him. We gave each one tracts and a Testament to carry home. How their little dark faces did shine with delight when we told them of the love of Jesus for every one of them, and how God had sent us to tell the people to get ready, for He was soon coming back to earth. One little fellow was very much interested, asking many questions about the Bible and the tracts we had given him.

Just then the bell rang, and orders were given for every visitor to get off, for the ship was ready to go. As this dear little fellow took Carl’s hand and shook it he said, “I will be waiting for you when you come back. I will wait every day till I see this ship return, and then you can tell me more about Jesus and how to find this peace you have.”

He rowed away in a small boat, and, as far as we could see, we saw his little hand waving, and heard him saying, “I will be waiting for you when you come back.”

How we wept, for we knew we would not come that way again, and realized that the little fellow might never again hear the Gospel. Shall we fail to go to them with the bread of life?

Carl on bridge of ship at sea

THE STARS AND STRIPES AND BEAUTIFUL MANZANILLA

We reached Manzanilla on January 19th. Pulling ourselves up on the dock out of the little boat that brought us ashore, and walking a short distance, we came to the street on the water front. It was filled with people who had gathered to see the ship come in. With eager faces they watched the unloading of the cargo. We thought if only the many launches and boats that had gone to the ship for passengers and cargo could bring messengers and messages to this hungry people’s souls, what a blessed thing it would be!

We walked through the little city. The streets were filled with barefoot men, women, and children, many of whose clothes were ragged and dirty. Many pigs and sick dogs were roaming about eagerly hunting food, which appeared to be scarce. Our hearts were touched. As we looked up to Heaven there came a cry from my soul for the deliverance of these people.

Our attention was attracted by the ringing of a bell away up the mountain side. There we saw a small white Temple. The people began to swarm up there, answering the call of the bell. We went up with them. As we stepped inside the great iron gate that is kept closed at all other times, but was now opened for the people to enter, we saw the poor barefoot, ragged creatures enter, and kneeling down, make the sign of the cross and worship the tall image before them, then rise to their feet and pass out.

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,

“What thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the churches.”—Rev. 1:11, 19.

We saw men with bands around their heads holding great packs on their necks. They were carrying loads from the boats which were bringing the ship’s cargo to shore. Truly they were pictures of the spiritual bondage of the people staggering under their burdens of sin, and with the yoke of the devil on their necks.

O, my Lord, in travail of soul I cry,

That Thou wilt hear and answer from the sky,

And send Thy Holy Spirit down in power!

O let it fall, my Lord, in a mighty shower!

O save this people from the tempter’s snare!

Let them in Thy heavenly glory share—

Save them, O Lord, from sin and shame,

That they may know the power of Jesus’ name.

SALINA CRUZ, MEXICO.
My Vision Interpreted

Here God gave me the interpretation of the vision which I had when I was saved, fifteen years before. From under the altar where I was kneeling I saw a great white cloud boiling out, full of upstretched black hands.

We were in Mexican waters and there was some trouble at this port. We expected to stay there about two days. Everyone was cautioned to be careful not to do or say anything that would stir up trouble. As we had been giving out tracts and Bibles at every port as we came down, we thought to do the same here, but we were told it would be dangerous to do so for it might cause a disturbance.

As we sat there and saw the dear people come down to the boat to sell things, our hearts were stirred, for we saw them as sheep having no shepherd. A group of fruit peddlers was sitting near. Taking some Spanish tracts and Testaments, I went over and talked to them as much as I could with my limited knowledge of the language, and gave them Gospel literature. A crowd gathered around, each holding out a hand for tracts. Even the custom house officers dressed in white, as is customary in the tropics, came over. The people came running from all sides, till soon I was pressed upon by them. Some flat cars were standing near. I climbed upon one of these to get out of the press, but the people climbed up, too, holding out their black hands for the little messengers. There must have been two or three hundred crowding around.

“Come over and help us”

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;

The wonderful love of God for each poor sinner is meant.

Tell it! Sing it! Preach it! Till all the earth around

Shall hear thereof, and God be found.

Taking their morning bath

THE VIRGIN OF THE ANGELS

The people worship many different kinds of idols. Sometimes they walk hundreds of miles to do penance to some stick of wood or piece of stone which has been set up by the priests.

We met one young man who told us he had crawled three hundred miles, carrying a golden dish, valued at ten thousand dollars. This idol to which he crawled is in Costa Rica, and is called “The Virgin of the Angels.” The people have been made to believe that this little image of black stone, three and a half inches high, can perform all sorts of miracles such as opening blind eyes, healing the deaf, and driving away evil spirits. The temple in which this idol is kept was built at a cost of one million dollars. Once a year this “Virgin of the Angels” is carried to visit all the other santos (saints-idols) that she may bless them, and give them more power for the ensuing year. This immense temple is literally lined with gold and silver dishes and cooking utensils brought there by the rich inhabitants of the country, with the hope that the image would bless and heal them. Just outside the temple are stacks of corn, bananas, coffee, sticks and stones, which the poor people have brought that they, too, might have their sins taken away and their diseases healed.

They are begging for the Gospel. Their call comes to you and me,

“Come over and help us!”

and God asks, “Who will go for us?” Isaiah 6:8. Who will leave home, friends, and loved ones, and go out, not knowing whither they go? They will have to eat native foods that are unclean and unwholesome, and which may cause fevers and various sicknesses. They may have to sleep in old dirty native huts, where mosquitos, scorpions, bats, and vermin will attack them. Nevertheless God is calling now, as He called in Isaiah’s day, “WHO WILL GO FOR US?” Jesus is Coming Soon! The message must go forth regardless of the cost.

As we went aboard the ship, the Lord said to me,

“Cast thy bread upon the waters.”

Many dear souls were reached by the tracts on the different vessels upon which we traveled. To God be all the glory! Eternity alone will reveal the number who received the Gospel in this way. Passengers and crews alike read the tracts, and called for more. People from all parts of the world have taken the little messengers with them and as they have grasped our hands with a hearty “Good-bye, and God bless you in your work,” our own souls have been blessed and refreshed, for we have seen the Word of God, that liveth and abideth forever, finding its way into the hearts of men and women.

People who were sick and afflicted, traveling in search of health, have heard the message of healing through Jesus Christ, and have been healed, as we told them of the body of Christ that was broken for us, and that by His stripes we were healed. Souls who had sought comfort and rest in various religions, hearing the story of the cross, and of how Jesus died that we might live, have accepted Him, and gone on their way rejoicing.

“Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shalt find it after many days.” Eccles. 11:1. We know that when we reach the pearly gates of Heaven we shall see many who have been redeemed from sin, because they read and heard the Bread of the Word, which we cast upon the waters.

While we were giving out tracts and Testaments to the people who came to sell fruit and birds in one port in Mexico, we met a Mexican who had never heard the Gospel, or seen a Bible or a missionary before. I gave him a tract, in his own language, on the second coming of the Lord. He looked at the tract, then at me, and then said, “What is this for?” I told him it was a tract telling of the soon coming of Jesus back to this earth again. I could not speak or understand much Spanish. He said, “I will read it, then bring someone to interpret for me, for I want to know more about this.” He went away, and in a few minutes came back with a young man who could speak English, for his interpreter.

He asked me where I heard the Lord was soon coming back again. I said I had read it in the Bible, and that God was pouring out the Holy Spirit upon the earth in these last days; that thousands were receiving the Spirit, and that the Holy Spirit is revealing to the people that Jesus is coming soon.

He then told us he had been going all over Mexico, Central and South America, visiting idols and saints, walking several thousands of miles, carrying heavy loads of gifts to these idols in the attempt to get peace of soul, but had not found it. At last, sick and weary, and in despair, he gave up.

He was wondering if there were a God and had asked that if there were He should make Himself known to him in some way. Then he said he saw a great, strong man coming up out of the sea, so powerful that he could make every nation of the world bow to him. This man destroyed the Pope of Rome and the Catholic Church, built a great church for himself, and sought to compel all the world to worship him, but there were many who would not do this, so he made war against them, killing them all, and the earth was covered with blood. The people called on God to stop the terrible war and take away this man from the earth. Then Jesus came on a great white horse with many angels following him, destroyed the wicked man, and set up a beautiful kingdom of peace, in which everyone was so happy, and the whole earth became a great beautiful garden.

A Native Village

Then this Mexican said, “I felt very happy in my heart, and had such great peace of mind.” He had prayed God to send someone to tell him more of this way. He said he was very astonished to find someone giving out tracts on the ship. Always before when he made his trips he saw only gambling and dancing, but this time he found people preaching the Gospel.

He went away happy, to tell his people he had found the Bible and the Way of Life. He talked to all the Mexicans on board, telling them how God had answered his prayer.

One man, who owned a gold mine in Mexico, and had been in the United States and was returning, told us, as we were giving out literature to the people, that we were the first missionaries he ever met coming that way. He said he had been in Mexico forty years, had made many trips back and forth, but had met no Christians in those parts before. He himself knew something of the Gospel, and was glad to have the papers, and told us of the great need among the people there.

Oh! shall not we who have received this great outpouring of the Spirit, cry, as did the holy ones in Isaiah, “Holy, holy, holy, is Jehovah of hosts!” till the whole earth be filled with His glory? As I write in the hot state-room of the ship, my soul is full of glory, and my hands are being moved over the typewriter by the power of the Spirit, while He tells me that Jesus is coming soon, that we must work fast, and open our souls to Himself until we are filled with His power and glory, so that the people with whom we come in contact will know we have been with Him, and learned of Him.

A young man came to me and said, “I heard you praying in your state-room this morning. May I come in next time when you have prayer? I want to know about the Gospel.” We had given him a Testament. The next morning he came and knelt with us and prayed to the Lord to save him. He arose, with his face shining with the glory of God, saying, “Won’t you come to my country and tell my people about Jesus? My mother has been making long trips to worship ‘The Black Christ’ in the great temple on the Honduras border, but she hasn’t found peace. Won’t you come and tell her of this wonderful salvation?” We corresponded with him later, sending him tracts and papers, and he is going on with the Lord. Won’t you pray that God will raise up someone who will go to them with the Gospel before it is too late?

As I have already said, Central and South America are opening their eyes, and fast turning from Romanism. They are accepting Spiritualism, New Thought, Christian Science, and all kinds of false religions, because the true Gospel is not being preached to them. Shall we not awake, rise up, go forth with the message of the cross, and reach these people before they are destroyed with these awful things?

A man from Honduras, who had been in the States studying New Thought, was returning with several boxes of books to sell to the people. This dear young man had never heard the Gospel. He said he found that Rome was keeping the people in ignorance. Having met some New Thought teachers in his country, he had been to the States and studied New Thought for a year, and was now returning to teach it to his people, who, he said, were anxious to have him do so.

We gave him a Bible, the first he had ever seen, and he read it every day. We talked and prayed with him until he was saved, for the dear old Word of God always wins its way into the hearts of men. He threw the New Thought books overboard and went on his way with tracts, Testaments and Bibles for his people, rejoicing that he had found the true God. Let us pray for this precious soul, that God will greatly use him. He is a finely educated young man, whose influence will tell on his countrymen.

Oh! how glad we were we had been led to take that boat, and had had the opportunity to give the Bread of Life to that hungry man! God had led us on that very ship, and certainly we were blessed as we cast the Word of God forth and saw many people running after it. There is a great ministry on the ships, not only to passengers, but also to the officers and crews. They spend all their time on the water, and do not have any opportunity to hear the Gospel, only as it is taken to them.

Another man, a Jew, was very sick, had been for a long time. He was traveling for his health. As my husband spoke to him about the Lord and told him God could heal him, he said, “Well, I will come right into your room now and have you pray for me. I am suffering so, I can’t live until I reach my destination if I do not get relief.” He came in and we prayed for him, and anointed him with oil in the name of the Lord, asking God to touch his body. Instantly he threw up his hands and began to say, “Glory! Glory! Glory!” The power fell on him, and he was saved and healed. As he left the boat he took with him some tracts and a Testament, and, best of all, the glory of God in his soul.

He declared he was going to preach the Gospel, and he began right on the ship. He was so filled with the power and glory of God he could not keep from telling it. Here was one more poor suffering soul who received the Bread of Life that was cast upon the waters, and who went on his way rejoicing, to tell the glad news to other suffering ones.

Let us not be weary in well doing, but rise up in faith and go forth in Jesus’ Name, casting our bread upon the waters, for we shall find it bringing forth life.

A woman that I spoke to became so interested that she came every day for tracts and papers to read. I also gave her some good books on the second coming of the Lord, and on salvation. She, too, was saved, and went away with her suitcase full of the Word of God to give to her people.

“With this blessed hope before us,

Let no harp remain unstrung,

Let the mighty heavenly chorus

Onward roll from tongue to tongue;

Christ is coming;

Come thou blessed Prince of Peace.”