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Testimonies for the Church Vol 1 - Lansing SDA Church

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552 <strong>Testimonies</strong> <strong>for</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Church</strong> <strong>Vol</strong>ume 1“Oakland, Wisconsin,[599][600]July 15, 1867.”This dream gave me some encouragement. I had confidence inBro<strong>the</strong>r Matteson. Be<strong>for</strong>e I saw him with my natural eyes, his casewas shown me in vision, in contrast with that of F of Wisconsin. Thelatter was utterly unworthy to bear <strong>the</strong> name of Christian, much moreto be a messenger; but Bro<strong>the</strong>r Matteson was shown me as one whopossessed humility, and who, if he maintained his consecration, wouldbe qualified to point souls to <strong>the</strong> Lamb of God. Bro<strong>the</strong>r Matteson hadno knowledge of my trials of mind. Not a line had ever passed betweenus, and <strong>the</strong> dream coming when and from whom it did, looked to melike <strong>the</strong> hand of God reached <strong>for</strong>th to help me.We had <strong>the</strong> care of building with hired money, which caused perplexity.We kept up our appointments and labored extremely hard allthrough <strong>the</strong> hot wea<strong>the</strong>r. For want of means we went into <strong>the</strong> fieldtoge<strong>the</strong>r, hoeing, and cutting and raking hay. I took <strong>the</strong> <strong>for</strong>k and built<strong>the</strong> stack, while my husband, with his feeble arms, pitched <strong>the</strong> hay tome. I took <strong>the</strong> brush and painted <strong>the</strong> inside of much of our house. In<strong>the</strong>se things we both wearied ourselves too much. Finally I suddenlyfailed and could do no more. For several mornings I fainted, and myhusband had to attend <strong>the</strong> Greenbush grove meeting without me.Our old, hard-riding carriage had been well-nigh killing us andour team. Long journeyings with it, <strong>the</strong> labor of meetings, home caresand labors, were too much <strong>for</strong> us, and I feared that my work was done.My husband tried to encourage me and urged me to start out againto fill our appointments at Orange, Greenbush, and Ithaca. Finally Iresolved to start, and, if I was no worse, continue <strong>the</strong> journey. I rodeten miles kneeling in <strong>the</strong> carriage on a cushion and leaning my headupon ano<strong>the</strong>r in my husband’s lap. He drove and supported me. Thenext morning I was some better and decided to go on. God helped usto speak in power to <strong>the</strong> people at Orange, and a glorious work wasdone <strong>for</strong> backsliders and sinners. At Greenbush I had freedom andstrength given me. At Ithaca <strong>the</strong> Lord helped us to speak to a largecongregation whom we had never met be<strong>for</strong>e.In our absence, Brethren King, Fargo, and Maynard decided thatin mercy to ourselves and team we should have a light, com<strong>for</strong>table

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