The Black Forge Mills : $b or, Up the King's highway — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Black Forge Mills : $b or, Up the King's highway
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Ray listened attentively to Mr. Carleton's remarks. He always did. But
what he carried away from that prayer room was the divine command:
"Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the
Lord." The words rang in his ears. They went home with him. They even
followed him into the mill. He could not shake them off. He read them
over and over again. He prayed over them. They had but one meaning to
him. He gave them the most literal interpretation. He must leave his
old associations, he must abandon his old life, he must sever the old
ties; and he was fully persuaded that only thus could he secure the
highest spiritual development, and prepare himself for the work of God.
He talked the matter over with Betsy a few evenings later. But she,
with a puzzled look upon her face, finally asked: "If those words mean
what you say they do, what is my duty? Am I to take the children, and
leave here too? How in the world am I to care for them if I do?"
"Don't you see, Betsy," Ray answered, eagerly, "those words may
mean more to me than to you? You have ties; you had them before
your conversion, and you cannot break them without wrong to others.
The words mean to you to come out and be separate from all in your
surroundings that will hinder your fidelity to the Saviour. But those
things you can do and still honor Jesus, you have a right--nay, it is
your duty to do. The words mean the same to me, but in my case may have
a wider bearing than in yours. I can leave home, I can leave the mill,
I can sever the old life, and instead of neglecting any duty, I shall
be placing myself where I can do far more for the Master. I feel he
is calling me to a higher work. I am sure that in my present life and
surroundings there is little if any opportunity to prepare myself for
obeying that call. I must seek some other work. I must find some way
wherein I can carry out the Master's wishes."
"Why don't you go and talk with Mr. Carleton about it?" inquired Betsy.
"I would, but he might think I was asking for help; then, too, what
may seem plain duty to me may not seem so to him. When my life and
my growth in grace and knowledge of Jesus are such as to lead him to
believe I am called to the Master's work, I will tell him freely of my
convictions. So far I have confessed them only to you. For the present
I must fight out the battle alone. All I can do is wait, watch, and
pray for God to open up the way for me. He knows I am willing to walk
in any path he may mark out for me. In his own time he will show me
what he would have me to do."