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
At another time after preaching at Canon City prison in Colorado, we
had our baggage checked to Leadville in the same state. We held
meetings on the train and some were moved to tears. When the engine
whistled for Salida a dreadful feeling of fear and terror overtook me.
Something seemed to say to me, "_Get off the train_." I felt it was a
command from the Lord. I told the friends who were with me what the
words of the Lord were, and said that we must leave the train. We
hurriedly left the train without waiting for another warning. I looked
after the train as it moved away and said, "I wonder why I had to
leave that train. Perhaps not till the judgment will I know." We went
on the street and held an open air meeting, and some one invited us to
hold a service that night in a church. We did so, and God poured out
his Spirit on the people. After the meeting we went out and visited
the saloons, and spoke to many about their souls. At about 11 o'clock
at night we returned to the depot and I asked the agent what time the
next train would leave for Leadville. He said, "I don't know. The
train you got off from was terribly wrecked twelve miles up the road.
The east-bound train crashed into it, and I have sent out two wrecking
trains already." I told him of my presentiment of danger, and how God
had impressed me to leave that train. He asked me to come into the
office and explain my impressions and talk to him. We did so, and
about 3 o'clock in the morning the wrecked train backed down to the
depot where we were waiting and we again got aboard. I told the
passengers as they looked at me as I came into the car, "The Lord
warned me of the danger and impressed me to get off the train." I have
taken the Lord as my guide all these years and He has never forsaken
me.
A TELEGRAM RECEIVED.
Waiting for a train where I changed cars I was invited to sit in the
ticket office, as the waiting room was uncomfortable. I was writing at
the agent's desk when he handed me a telegram, saying, "I think this
is intended for you, Mother." It was an announcement of the death of
one of my brothers, and was being sent to another town, having to be
transferred here, and the agent seeing my name handed it to me. I
could see the hand of God in this.
HELPED TO CARE FOR WOUNDED MAN.
Once on my way from Burlington to Ft. Madison, Ia., I told the
conductor I was impressed to go on that special train. When we were
about a mile out of the city, the engine accidentally struck a man and
hurt him badly. The man was put into the baggage car and as there were
no seats, I stood behind him and held his head, and after we had gone
twelve miles, warm water was secured and I washed the blood from his
head and cared for him until we arrived at the station, when they took
him to the jail, there being no other place for him, and there I
helped the doctor dress his wounds. Then I knew why I was impressed to
go on that train.
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