re.

The times God has healed different ones of our family we are unable to
number. For the past eight years he, and he only, has been our physician.
We have not in that time spent one cent for medicine. We have three
children, aged four, six, and eight years, who have never tasted medicine.
They never were given a dose of any kind of soothing syrups or "teas." God
has always healed from the toothache to a broken limb. It does not take
much of the Lord's means to provide for us. We wear no superfluous
clothing. Our daily fare is plain and common. We use no stimulants,
narcotics, nor medicines, and consequently just a few pennies a day is all
we need. God in his great goodness supplies all these, while we go telling
the world of the wonderful blessings of salvation.

We are at present engaged in ministerial work without salary. In all our
meetings we take up no collection, we ask for no money in any way of man,
and we have no other source of support but in God alone. Just as the
apostles lived in the morning light, so we live in the evening light. Just
what they enjoyed, we enjoy. In their preaching they gave God's people
warning of the apostasy. In our ministry we preach, "Come out of her, my
people."

We enjoy more of the love of God than ever before. His very life and power
and glory fills our soul to the full. We are led exclusively by his Spirit
and are fed and clothed by his bountiful hand. Our life is one of blessed
contentment. Our home is a heaven and our happiness is complete. Even as
we write, the waves of glory roll over our soul until we are made to shout
praises to our God. We have never a care nor a sorrow, but a faith and
trust in God that keeps us above every wave of trouble. We are dead to the
world and living alone for his glory. His great heart's love sweetens and
tenders every fiber of our soul, and bids us wait in brighter hope the
happy day when he shall call us to our home.

O home of my soul,
In that far away goal;
Each day brings me nearer to thee,
The great throne so white,
And my crown shining bright,
Mine eyes ever longing to see.

There's a musical strain
From that far away plain;
Its melody sweeps o'er my soul,
While a wave of sweet peace
In my heart shall increase,
While the years of eternity roll.

FOOTNOTES

1 There is a little book entitled "Tea and Coffee as an Evil,"
published by the Gospel Tr