by Alice Belle Garrigus
CHAPTER 13. BRIDGEPORT, CONN.
One day while sitting in my room, a strong impression came to me to visit Bridgeport, where I had laboured so long. It deepened till I was convinced it was the Lord's will. Accordingly I started, and satan went too.
Never did I pass through more terrible temptations than on this journey. Satan told me it was not God's will for me to go_I had no place to stay_no one would want to see me," etc. When I finally arrived at the home of a minister with whom I had labored in the past, I was almost in tears and felt like a tramp asking for a night's lodging, as I rang the bell.
I received a hearty welcome from the minister's wife, but my heart was so full of misgivings, all I could say was: "I don't know why I am here."
After tea, we sat together and I told her my feelings and temptations; then we had prayer and the burden lifted. I rested the whole matter in his hands. I then asked her concerning the work of the Lord in Bridgeport, and found there was two missions neither of them Pentecostal. I decided to visit one in the afternoon, the other in the evening the next day which was Sunday.
As I was a little late in arriving, the service had begun and I took a seat as I thought, unnoticed. The leader of the meeting was a young man, Carl Personeus by name. He had never given the Word but arranged from week to week for someone to take it. The week before, God said to him: "Will you trust me for a leader for next week?" He said "Yes", and left it all with the Lord.
Time for the service to open and no leader■he was getting nervous but gave out the opening hymn, when the door opened and I walked in. God said to him: "There is your leader," so he came and asked me to give the Word.
I was about the refuse, when these words came to me: "Thou shalt arise and have mercy upon Zion, for the time to favour her, yea, the set time is come:" and I dared not refuse. That afternoon was a crisis hour. The work had been so discouraging, those in charge had decided that unless something unusual took place, this would be the last meeting and the hall would be closed.
When the meeting was over, a man who had borne the largest part of the financial burden, came to me and said: "I asked the Lord to give me a crumb today and I got a loaf." He then placed a five dollar bill in my hand and said his home was open to me and his wife would drive me anywhere I desired to go. All were encouraged and it was arranged for a week of special services, and "special" they were, for the young brother, Carl Personeus, received a mighty baptism and was like a young giant filled with new wine.
My financial friend was greatly encouraged, and wishing to help the cause of the Lord, sent to New York for three noted singers for the following Sunday. This was before the Spirit fell.
Sunday arrived, and with it the singers, who, however, were a little late in reaching the hall. The Holy Ghost had the service, and I looked in vain for a place to fit in the singers. Naturally they were offended, also the one who had sent for them; but the new wine could not be put into the old skins, so they left and went to a church in the evening where they fitted in nicely.
"The Lord whom ye seek, shall suddenly come to His temple. But who may abide the day of His coming? and who shall stand when He appeareth? for He is like a refiner's fire and like fuller's soap.
The little Pentecostal assembly at Bridgeport was born in the ? , but is still standing for "the faith once delivered to the saints."