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
I had greatly desired to preach the gospel in other lands and held
myself ever ready to go at a moment's warning, anywhere the Lord
should lead, and had been given letters of introduction to prominent
people in Great Britain. In the year 1890 my mind was much exercised
about the regions beyond--and without time for preparation, with but
an hour's notice, the call came to go forward. I was in Philadelphia
walking along the street praying--"O Lord, where next--what wilt Thou
have me to do?" Looking up I saw the large posters of steamship lines
and the thought came to me, "Go and inquire the price of a ticket to
Europe." I obeyed the impulse and went in and talked with the
steamship agent of rates and the time of departure of the first
steamer. Then I left the office praying, O God, show me Thy will--make
Thy way very plain to me. Then I went back to the office, feeling that
I must get alone with the Lord. I asked the agent if I might go into a
rear office which was unoccupied, to pray. He very courteously
replied, "Certainly, madam." There I knelt before the Lord and
inquired if He wanted me to go at once--that very night--on the first
steamer, to Scotland. The answer came clearly: "Go, my child, nothing
doubting." I arose, went into the front office and explained to the
agent the nature of my mission work; and how for years I had obeyed
the leadings of the Holy Spirit and that I had a sister traveling with
me who was waiting at the depot for my return, to know where we would
go next. Told him I would buy two steerage tickets for Glasgow,
Scotland, if he would refund the money for the one in case the sister
was unwilling to go with me. To this he consented, so I purchased the
tickets and hurried to the railway station where I had left my friend.
I knew we had only a few moments to catch the train for New York in
order to reach the steamer Devonia for Glasgow. Hurriedly I said to
her, "Do you want to go to Europe?" "Oh, yes," she replied. "When?" I
asked. "Oh, some time," was the answer. Then I said, "I have two
tickets. It is now or never. If you wish to go I will take you, if
not, I will go alone and you can return the ticket and get the money
for yourself." She said, "I will go." So we rushed to the gate, caught
the train on the move, and reached New York in time to get aboard the
Devonia.
ON THE OCEAN.
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