Woman and Her Saviour in Persia: By a Returned MissionaryLaurie, Thomas
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Woman and Her Saviour in Persia: By a Returned Missionary
Laurie, Thomas
Church of the East -- Missions; Missions -- Iran; Women missionaries
"It was now difficult to speak, but I could bid my friends farewell. I
could thank my dear teachers for telling me of Christ, and ask their
forgiveness for all I had ever done to grieve them. As my weeping
mother wiped the cold sweat from my brow, she gently whispered, 'Where
is my child going?' 'Mother,' I replied, 'your poor sinful child is
going to that Saviour who has been willing to receive her.' His rod and
staff then comforted me, till I had passed quite over into the blessed
land. And, as I was borne on in my Saviour's arms, voices cried,
'Welcome, dear sister; you are now made whole--you shall sin no
more--enter into rest.' Mortal tongue cannot tell what I now saw of the
treasures which Christ has prepared for the redeemed. He gave me a
mansion he had made ready for me, and I found myself gazing on the
brightness of the Father's glory. What a change had come over me! I was
among those without spot, for they had been made white in the blood of
the Lamb. Their voices were one, for all praised the Lord. Now the
glory of the Ancient of Days filled me with awe. He sat upon a throne
of light, with seraphim on the right and cherubim on the left, and I
could read the foundations of his throne. Legions of bright angels and
happy saints were around him. I fell down with them to worship at his
feet, when he touched me and raised me up, saying, 'Thou art blessed,
for thou art redeemed with the blood of my Son.' Then he clothed me in
a heavenly robe, and bade all heaven rejoice, saying, 'This my child
was dead, and is alive again, and is saved from everlasting
destruction.'
"He then revealed to me more fully that mystery of ages--the Redeemer
standing on the right hand of the Father. He stood with open arms,
saying, 'Come, daughter of my bitter grief, come in peace. I remembered
thee on the cross. For thee I drank that cup of agony; thy curse has
rested on me, that everlasting joy might dwell in thee.' As he thus
spoke, I fell down to worship, and when I looked up, my eyes rested on
his pierced hands and wounded side. Tears filled my eyes when I
remembered that my sins had caused them; but they were tears that Jesus
wiped away.
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