WALKING IN THE KING'S HIGHWAY

by Alice Belle Garrigus


CHAPTER 15. GETS INFORMATION

As the fall of 1910 came it was very clear to me God's time had come.

From the hour God called me, my heart was in Newfoundland, and I sought in every way possible to learn about the land which was to be my future home.

It was very meager information I obtained as little was known of Newfoundland in those days. Learning of a man who was said to have been there I made an effort to meet him. His report was far from encouraging. He had been there eleven years before and emphatically stated it was no place for a woman to go. It seems his only knowledge of Newfoundland was confined to the lumber camps, where he passed through some hard experiences. Nothing daunted by his description of the place, I came away more deter- mined than ever to see Newfoundland, and was prepared to endure hardness.

In August the annual camp meeting was held at Rumney. One day as I was coming from the camp grounds to the open fields, a sister called me by name and said: "Where is it you are called? I replied, "Newfoundland." She broke forth into praises, and said: "This morning I was praying for my people, and the Lord said to me, "Esther, thy prayer is granted; I have prepared my messenger." I said to her: "Who are your people? "She replied, "I am from St. John's, Newfoundland." At this point the Spirit fell on us both and we staggered around the field, filled with the new wine, and praising Goda frozen up country, no civilization, possibly inhabited by Esqiumau- x. How she laughed, then described St. John's, as a city with modern conveniences, street cars, electric lights, etc. This was a relief to me though I was prepared to suffer if need be.

When the call came to me, it was "Newfoundland." Sometime after, one night the Lord said to me: "I want a Mission in St. John's." I replied: "Lord, You are well able to have one if that is your will." From that time I knew I was to buy my ticket for St. John's, and that somehow, I did not know how, there was to be a Mission there.

One morning I received a letter from Bro. Fowler, who was several hundred miles away, saying: "This morning, while at family prayers, God said to me: `I want you and your wife to go to Newfoundland with Sr. Garrigus.'" He added: "You see if the Lord has anything to say to you about it." This was a great surprise as I fully expected to go alone. I held the letter in my hand and said: "Lord, is this from Thee?" In a flash came the words of the little chorus:

The spirit of rejoicing came to me as a clear witness, so I wrote back:

"It is all right, Bro. Fowler; come on?"


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