All the women at once left their work, and
welcomed their visitors with every mark of confidence and gladness.
Some of them had heard the gospel from the missionaries in Mosul, as
they had often spent the winter near there. So they drank in every
word with eagerness.
The ladies were delighted with their visit, especially with a widow,
who, though unable to read, showed unusual familiarity with the
Bible, and, as they hoped, a spiritual acquaintance with its
doctrines. When the topic of our fallen nature was mentioned, "Yes,"
said she, "we were all shapen in iniquity, as David testifies." When
asked if she had any hope of being saved from sin, she replied, "I
am very far from God, yet my only hope is in the wounded side of
Jesus Christ. If penitently I stand beneath the blood dropping from
his cross, I hope that my sins, though red like scarlet, may become
as white as snow." Her views of the way of salvation were not only
clear, but beautifully expressed. It was exceedingly refreshing, in
that region where they had expected only darkness, thus to find the
rays of light struggling through from their associates in another
mission; and it gave a delightful foretaste of the time when the
voice of one watchman upon those mountain tops should reach to
another, and on all sides the eye behold the trophies of Immanuel.
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