We entreat you, dear sisters, to pray in a special manner
for these thoughtful ones, that they may enter the narrow door of
life.
"From the villages about us we have a good report. They receive the
gospel from Oshana and Shlemon, who visit them every Sabbath. In my
journeys through these mountains, I have seen various assemblies of
men and women listening to the gospel, poor ones, exclaiming 'What
shall we do? Our priests have deceived us: we are lost, like sheep
on the mountains. There is no one to teach us.' They sit in misery
and ignorance. They need our prayers and our help. I verily believe
that if we labor faithfully--God help us to labor thus--we shall
soon see our church revived, built up on the foundation Christ
Jesus, and adorned for him as a bride for her husband. With tears of
joy we shall gaze on these ancient ruins becoming new temples of the
Lord. Soon shall these mountains witness scenes that will rejoice
angels and saints. Those will be blessed times. Let us pray for
them, and labor with Christ for their coming."
Our latest news from Sarah is, that during the summer of 1862, her
little son had died, and she herself was just recovering from a
dangerous fever.
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