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
=12.= Came home. An incident in this camp-meeting should be
recorded to the glory of God. Brother Rudic took sick not long
after he came here. After lying in camp a few days he was taken to
Brother Kennedy's. Prayers were being offered for him, still he
grew worse. Last Saturday night he sent word to camp that after
meeting a few believers should get together and ask God in faith
for his recovery. They did so, and great power and strong assurance
came upon them. They claimed the answer to their prayer, and some
of the number were able to praise God for the brother's restoration
just as if he had been raised up before their eyes. Sister Lea, who
had taken violently sick that eve, was also taken to the Lord with
much assurance. The next morn both were in camp perfectly healed.
Brother R. suffered so much during the night and was so reduced
that he thought he surely must die, and made some arrangements for
his departure. But early in the morning he began to look to God
once more, when his faith joined that of the party in the camp at
eleven in the night, and he arose, instantly made whole. All glory
to God!
Following the part just quoted there is a gap in his diary until
October 2, the entry for which will explain. In this, one observes
his humility, his deep self-examination and his desire to exalt God
alone.
=Oct. 2, 1878.= Today I resume my pen again, with an earnest
endeavor to record some of the mercies and blessings of God upon
my poor soul. After I returned from camp-meeting, the Lord saw
fit in his tender love to suffer affliction to befall me. Yea, "I
was brought very low, but he helped me." I had bilious remittent
fever and an attack of hemorrhage of the lungs. Friends and even a
physician were much alarmed and felt my work was done. As soon as
taken down, I ordered cards sent to the "little ones" at different
places to pray for me. I put my case in the hands of the Lord and
wished only his will. Dear Wife was kept in great tranquility of
mind through an unwavering faith in God that he would raise me up
again. My rest in God was so deep and perfect that I hardly knew
anything of my physical condition. I thought myself but slightly
ill, when others despaired of my life. For a few days I talked only
in a whisper, and when I began to recover I was astonished to find
myself reduced to a mere frame and unable to stand.
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