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Testimonies for the Church Volume 1 - A New You Ministry

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One of <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>rs in Israel came to me and said: “Dear child, have you foundJesus?” I was about to answer, “Yes,” when she exclaimed: “Indeed you have, Hispeace is with you, I see it in your face!” Again and again I said to myself: “Can thisbe religion? Am I not mistaken?” It seemed too much <strong>for</strong> me to claim, too exalted aprivilege. Though too timid to openly confess it, I felt that <strong>the</strong> Saviour had blessed meand pardoned my sins.Soon after this <strong>the</strong> meeting closed, and we started <strong>for</strong> home. My mind was fullof <strong>the</strong> sermons, exhortations, and prayers we had heard. Everything in nature seemedchanged. During <strong>the</strong> meeting, clouds and rain prevailed a greater part of <strong>the</strong> time, andmy feelings had been in harmony with <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r. Now <strong>the</strong> sun shone bright andclear, and flooded <strong>the</strong> earth with light and warmth. The trees and grass were a freshergreen, <strong>the</strong> sky a deeper blue. The earth seemed to smile under <strong>the</strong> peace of God. So <strong>the</strong>rays of <strong>the</strong> Sun of Righteousness had penetrated <strong>the</strong> clouds and darkness of my mind,and dispelled its gloom.It seemed to me that everyone must be at peace with God and animated by HisSpirit. Everything that my eyes rested upon seemed to have undergone a change.The trees were more beautiful and <strong>the</strong> birds sang more sweetly than ever be<strong>for</strong>e; <strong>the</strong>yseemed to be praising <strong>the</strong> Creator in <strong>the</strong>ir songs. I did not care to talk, <strong>for</strong> fear thishappiness might pass away, and I should lose <strong>the</strong> precious evidence of Jesus’ love <strong>for</strong>me.As we neared our home in Portland, we passed men at work upon <strong>the</strong> street. Theywere conversing with one ano<strong>the</strong>r upon ordinary topics, but my ears were deaf toeverything but <strong>the</strong> praise of God, and <strong>the</strong>ir words came to me as grateful thanks andglad hosannas. Turning to my mo<strong>the</strong>r, I said: “Why, <strong>the</strong>se men are all praising God,and <strong>the</strong>y haven’t been to <strong>the</strong> camp meeting.” I did not <strong>the</strong>n understand why <strong>the</strong> tearsga<strong>the</strong>red in my mo<strong>the</strong>r’s eyes, and a18

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