Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of LoveWheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
Religion
Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of Love
Wheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
Evangelistic work; Prisons
The Lord has given us a Christian man for warden and I can tell
you, dear Mother, we find that the warden, the chaplain and the
Lord God Almighty make a strong combination. If "Mother Wheaton"
will come and join them the quartette will be complete and this
prison can receive such a baptism of grace that his satanic
majesty will hate the very name of Waupun.
God's blessing ever be yours and hoping to meet you once more
this side the golden gate,
I am your spiritual son,
G. H. COLGROVE.
The following short extract is from a letter to a brother who had
become interested in Brother Colgrove and had written him:
Waupun, Wis., April 30, 1897.
Mr. H----, Dear Christian Brother.
Your kind letter received, and I most sincerely hope it may be
preliminary to a long continued and beneficial correspondence. It
will ever be a pleasure to hear from you, so please write when
convenient, and I will do as well as my adverse surroundings will
permit.
I am pleased to learn of the continued successful work of dear
"Mother Wheaton," and it is a source of great encouragement to me
to meet and converse with Sister Kelley. We shall undoubtedly
have her for a spiritual leader when our toil-worn "Mother" has
been summoned to her rest and reward by the great Master.
Please write soon and often to
Your friend,
G. H. COLGROVE.
* * * * *
Waupun, Wis., Oct. 25, 1897.
Dear Mother:
Your kind and most welcome letter gladly received and the
unexpected photo was a very delightful surprise. A thousand
thanks. I have many, many times wished I had a picture of the one
whom God selected as my helper to lead me from the dark valley of
despair in which I was then dwelling up into the radiant light of
Calvary.
November 4th next will complete nine years of the homeward
journey since Jesus set my face Zionward, so we are nine years
nearer the heavenly shore and from the watch tower of the golden
city the beacon light beams bright and fair, welcoming us into
the port of peace. Our duties are pressing, time is flying, the
whistle and signal bells are sounding, and I must close for this
time.
Kindly and sincerely yours,
G. H. COLGROVE.
In 1897, as indicated in the two following letters especial effort was
made to secure Brother Colgrove's pardon, which I believe would have
been successful but for lack of wisdom on the part of some of his
friends. As it was Brother C. was doomed to spend the remainder of his
life in bondage.
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