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
CONDUCTOR'S GOD BLESS YOU.
Once the conductor on a train said to me so kindly, as he assisted me
from the train, "God bless you; let your good work go on. I gave the
tracts you gave me to the trainmen--they needed them." How this
cheered me, for I had tried to preach to them on the train, and I
feared the scoffs or reproof of the railroad officials. How I do long
to help and encourage the railroad men--they are so loyal and
faithful, and have so much to contend with in their work. "Be not
overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good."
A WOMAN'S FAITH ENCOURAGED.
On the way from Philadelphia to New York I was one day led to pass
quietly through the car giving out tracts. After seating myself, a
lady came and asked if she might speak with me about the work I was
doing. She said, "If I only knew God could and would heal a person
whose mind was shattered, I would give all that I possess. I am
troubled about my daughter's grieving over the death of her husband."
I told her God never fails to perform his miracles when we fully
believe and accept God's way of healing the body and soul. She seemed
much blessed and encouraged and kindly invited me to her home. "As ye
go, preach." How glad she was to find some one who would tell her
about salvation. She was a wealthy lady, as I afterward learned. We
became fast friends and she learned of healing in answer to "the
prayer of faith."
RIDING IN PARLOR CAR.
Leaving the Indian School in Indian Territory on one of the coldest
mornings I ever experienced, myself and sisters were driven by two
young Indian boys to a flag station. We were wrapped in warm blankets
and hurried to the railroad. We were in danger of freezing, as the
train was long delayed on account of the blizzard and snow drifts, and
we sought the only place of shelter--a freight car in which the
section foreman and his wife lived, where we shivered with the cold
until the train came in sight.
We were compelled to stop in the parlor car (a luxury that I never
indulge in) as platforms of the other cars were too icy to pass from
one car to another while the train was in motion. We were much
blessed, and I began singing, and praising the Lord. When the train
came to a station, we arose to go into the other car, but a gentleman
passenger called to the conductor and said: "How much is the fare for
these ladies to remain in this car?" He and his companion paid the
amount required and we were permitted to ride in the parlor car to
Topeka, Kansas.
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