Birth of a Reformation; Or, The Life and Labors of Daniel S. WarnerByers, A. L. (Andrew L.)
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Birth of a Reformation; Or, The Life and Labors of Daniel S. Warner
Byers, A. L. (Andrew L.)
Church of God (Anderson, Ind.) -- History; Warner, D. S. (Daniel Sidney), 1842-1895
=6.= Meeting nearly all day. Satan still angry. Small stones were
thrown into the house from the door and windows. Two brethren
ventured to speak. The first took occasion to unload his mind of
many grievous objections and charges against the holiness work, and
sat down much humiliated when he saw that his harsh speeches only
elicited pleasant smiles and kind words from the sanctified. The
second said he did not endorse what his brother had said, but still
could not see this second work. Both asked for "thus saith the
Lord."...
=7.= Fasted and worshiped God all day. Met at 10 A. M. and
continued until 4 P. M. Just before closing we engaged in prayer to
God for my perfect healing. I was wonderfully strengthened both in
body and faith. Walked about one mile over hills to find places for
God's little ones, then drove to Loudonville and Brother L---- and
I ate some refreshment, about 5 P. M., at the baker's, I not having
eaten anything since the day before at noon. Glory to God, I felt
no weakness.
=8.= Drove back to the Ridge. Found God's little ones there at
noon and no food, and no encouragement to go anywhere for dinner.
We sent to Perryville and got some provisions, but before it came
we had begun afternoon meeting, and cared but little for the bread
that perisheth.
=9.= Sabbath. In the saving strength of the Lord, Wife, child,
and I walked to Vermillion. Went the two and one half miles with
scarcely any fatigue. Now began the eruption of a volcano in the
form of a preacher, even my beloved colleague [W. H. Oliver]. The
red-hot lava of scorn, scoff, and persecution, yea, words of slang
fit only for the worldly rabble, poured forth about two hours, all
against those whom the blood had washed whiter than snow. Glory
to God, I only added that I thanked my holy Savior I was counted
worthy to suffer persecution and reproach for his name's sake.
Praise God, he keeps me in a storm as well as in the calm. We came
to Brother Ford's. Sister Ella Snyder came along, and after she
and Sarah had a good talk, we had prayer together, and, praise the
Lord, he sanctified her soul and body.
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