"Born of the Spirit;" or, Gems from the Book of LifeOsborne, Zenas
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"Born of the Spirit;" or, Gems from the Book of Life
Osborne, Zenas
Free Methodist Church of North America; Osborne, Zenas
The camp-meeting had not been running many days before a fearful
cyclone made its appearance. The sky put on her fearful robes of
thunder and lightning, with other sounds of a dismal character.
Darkness spread over the encampment. Nature was in strange commotion.
Alarm and terror was manifested by nearly all that were at that
encampment. As the storm came nearer and nearer, with the awful roar
of destruction, suddenly an appearance, like an elephant’s trunk,
dropped down from the clouds above and swung around the circle of
tents, throwing down seventy-five good-sized trees. Wife and a
Baptist sister were washing dishes in the Buffalo tent. They were
giving each other their experience. Said the Baptist sister: “If I
should die this moment, I’m saved.” No sooner had she said that than
a tree nearly two feet in diameter was blown down from the inside of
the circle of tents, going directly over the Buffalo tent, crushing
it down, and with it the Baptist sister. All that saved the dear
wife from the same fate was our little two-year old girl, hearing
the noise of the storm, went to the tent door to see what the matter
was, the mother going in great haste after her, escaped having the
tree fall upon her. It was a narrow escape. There was only a step at
that time between her soul and death. The Baptist sister was killed
instantly. She had no sooner declared that she was ready to die, than
she was ushered into eternity! How important it is to always be ready.
This awful scene caused many to turn pale with alarm for their future
condition. Eternity seemed so near. Every one on the ground felt the
importance of being saved, having a clean heart. They did not need
much urging to commence the work in right good earnest. Among the
many that were made wise by this awful storm and were at the altar
seeking, in the very depths of humility, the blessing of perfect
love, was my dear wife. She, with others, did not seek in vain. She
found the blessing. She went down on the line of confession, and was
mightily resurrected to a state of heart purity, by a living faith in
the Almighty power of Christ to save. It was stated to me by those
that were present, that the whole camp-ground shook when she struck
the Rock! _Glory to God!_
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