WALKING IN THE KING'S HIGHWAY

by Alice Belle Garrigus


CHAPTER 23. NOTRE DAME BAY

The saints at Bethesda gathered for a day of fasting and prayer. A sister was prostrate under a great burden. It seemed more than she could bear and we joined in asking God to strengthen her.

After some time these words came through her lips: "Notre Dame Bay!" Instantly she was on her feet shouting and praising God.

At that time we had no work in Notre Dame Bay, but as the rejoicing went on, we were made to feel God was going to do mighty things in Notre Dame Bay.

Some time after this, the saints at Humbermouth were waiting on the Lord when a brother had a great burden. After a time he rose and drew the outline of the place for which he was burdened. Examining it, a brother said: "I know that place, it is Hall's Bay." Now Hall's Bay is an outlet of Notre Dame Bay.

The outcome was, that three brothers started for Hall's Bay walking about thirty miles. The brother who had been so burdened had been given a sign. "He would see a broken jug in the window." Arriving in Springdale, while walking down the street, he cried out: "There's the jug!" and sure enough it was so.

The outcome was, that three brothers started for Hall's Bay walking about thirty miles. The brother who had been so burdened had been given a sign. "He would see a broken jug in the window." Arriving in Springdale, while walking down the street, he cried out: "There's the jug!" and sure enough it was so.

I would be glad to have a full report of what followed from one who was present, but can only say the brothers started in preaching, first in the open and later in a hall.

God moved mightily, all the programs for worldly sports and parties had to be cancelled for the leaders got converted and some of them received the baptism of the Holy Ghost. Those who would not yield to God had a lonely and miserable winter, but God's glory cloud rested over His people.

The next step was to build a little church. The next fall I found myself in company with Sr. March and others on the little steamer that wends its way in and out among those lovely wooded islands of Notre Dame Bay.

The Lord has permitted me to see some of His beauty spots, but I think none more lovely than Notre Dame Bay. We arrived at Springdale, and the little church was duly dedicated to God and Pentecost.

One incident was more stamped on my mind than others. At an evening service a brother became greatly burdened for Labrador. It was brought forth so forcibly that God would require the blood of their souls from us. I never felt the weight of my responsibility for such as at that time and could only say to the question, "Who will go?" "Who will go quickly?" "Lord, if you want me, I will go."

God did not require that, but later sent those who were better fitted for pioneer work.

In due time, a little boat called "Gospel Messenger" was built at Springdale and in charge of Bro. Wm. Gillett, coasted down the French shore and finally found its way to Labrador.


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