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
Not many years after engaging in special prison work I went into
Mexico and have since gone there quite frequently. As a rule the
people are ignorant and superstitious and consequently hard to reach
with the gospel. But though I was compelled to speak through an
interpreter it is surprising how soon they know if one is sincere and
earnest. In the prisons they are very poorly cared for, often having
to wait years for trial and sometimes dying of neglect. I am told that
natives of our own land if thrown into prison there fare worse than
others.
A BULL FIGHT.
Once while in Mexico I found there was to be a bull fight not far from
the prison where I was to hold service. My heart was sad because of
the intense anxiety of the Mexicans to see the exhibition. They came
long distances and there were many very old people who seemed
impatient for the hour to arrive when Mexicans, bulls and horses
should be thrown helplessly together--that they might view the combat.
This cruel sport--so long a favorite pastime both in Spain and
Mexico--was at one time abolished but was afterward re-established out
of policy--in order to please the Mexicans. For me to describe this
kind of fiendish pastime would not glorify God, nor help the public,
but would have a tendency to brutality, being neither elevating nor
refining. But should we not, dear reader, try to do all in our power
to lead people to a higher plane of morals and send missionaries to
help people to know Jesus who satisfies every longing of the human
soul, and gives peace and rest here, and a home in Heaven through
eternity?
SIX UNDER DEATH SENTENCE.
At another time I visited a prison in Mexico where there were six men
under death sentence. They could not understand me, but I knelt by
those great, strong men and wept and prayed to God who could carry the
message of love through my tears to their hard hearts and they were so
affected that we all wept together. I am sure they were remembered
that day by the God who sent me to show them _His_ love for the lost
and who gave me a love for the poor criminals that nothing can
destroy.
DIFFICULTIES.
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