Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of LoveWheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
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Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of Love
Wheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
Evangelistic work; Prisons
During the singing I heard an accompanying strain, low and
inexpressibly sweet, the like of which I had never heard nor
imagined.
The two sounds harmonized, yet were distinct, but oh, how lovely!
Words fail to convey the most distant idea of their soothing and
attractive power.
The thought flashed through my mind, "That is delicious music to
fall upon ears that have listened to the sound of murderous
guns."
Suddenly and with all the vividness of continuous lightning
dispelling dense darkness, revealing all surrounding objects
distinctly, the awful depth and blackness of my iniquitous career
blazed up before my mental view, like a clear and definite
painting of each act in my wicked life--portrayed on canvas by a
master hand and set in clearest rays of the noonday sun. And at
the same time there was given an assurance of forgiveness, if
accepted then.
Surprise, consternation and intense fear came with this
revelation of myself to myself, as my depraved spiritual
condition was, for the first time, fully realized. Also as
distinctly and positively it was granted me to know that _my last
opportunity_ for divine favor was before me. Accept and be saved
or reject and be _eternally lost_! Such was the alternative.
Although every nerve thrilled in rebellion against Christianity
and a thousand obstacles seemed to intervene, rendering a change
in my course of life impossible, yet I dared not refuse that
stern, terrific ultimatum, "_Your last opportunity_," and before
its mighty mandate my proud, headstrong, sin-burdened soul
_surrendered unto Jesus of Nazareth_.
I wished to fly from the room, but could not. I felt frightened
at the power which was mastering me, and thought in a confused
way of the ridicule which would be heaped upon me, of my intended
escape, and of revenge upon my foes. Ah! what? Revenge? No, no
revenge now. No, no. That was all gone. The evil desire had thus
suddenly been removed without my knowledge, and in its stead
there reigned in my heart and in the depths of my soul a feeling
of forgiveness and peace, both between them and myself and
between myself and my God.
I said, "Surely the Lord has visited me this day; for I came in
here a devil in human form, and now my dark sins are forgiven and
I am free. Glory to God!"
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