by Alice Belle Garrigus


It was my privilege to attend the Christian and Missionary Alliance conference in New York. While there, I became convinced that there was no authority for sprinkling, but that baptism meant what the Word declares, being buried with Jesus. Accordingly I obeyed and as the result had a "good conscience toward God."

About this time, my friend who had been growing in grace, felt God leading her to open a home for friendless women and children, on faith lines. He told her the home was to be open Jan. 1st. and that He would prepare a place.

We were boarding at that time with a widow who owned a large house of thirteen rooms, very nicely furnished, and surrounded by a large yard filled with all kinds of fruit trees. It was only a few days before the time to open, and nothing in sight. Once my friend and I took a walk around, looking for a house, but there was no blessing in it. God had said He would provide. Just before Jan. 1st. the lady who owned the house came to me and said she could neither eat nor sleep, God was telling her she was to let her house be used for a home for the friendless and she herself go out west. So dear was this spot to her heart, she had said a few months before, she would be willing to live in a barn, rather than give it up.

How faithful is our God! Jan. 1st. the home was dedicated to the Lord and my friend took her place as matron.

I was still teaching and putting my money into the work, but God soon made it plain it was myself He wanted, and I passed in my resignation, and joined my friend in the work. This meant launch- ing out in a life of faith, quite a new experience to me. Knowing that in all probability, I would, some day need a new dress, I put away six dollars for that purpose. One day, we needed coal, and I was praying the Lord to send it, or means to get it, when He asked me "what about the six dollars in the bureau drawer"? Of course I couldn't pray any more but had to answer my own prayer. When the time came I needed a dress, the Lord gave me one, and a dressmaker to make it.

The work was on strictly faith lines, no one knew if there was much or little in the purse. There was no sign over the door, and nothing to show that the house was anything but the home of well- to-do people.

One Saturday we were wondering where our Sunday dinner was coming from, as the purse and cupboard were empty. We made it a subject of prayer, and in the afternoon the bell rang. On going to the door I met a stranger who was apparently greatly embarrassed. He begged pardon for calling but said he could not get past the gate without coming in. He told me he was a butcher and asked if we could use some meat. I invited him in and told him how God had used him to answer prayer. Though an unsaved man he was moved to tears, declaring over and over "This is wonderful!"

Often our breakfast was on the doorstep. God still has His ravens to feed His people. He never fails.

It was here I learned to love the unlovely and to bear with the unreasonable.

Among the first inmates was a woman and her little two year old baby girl. Seven times she left the home and went into sin, and seven times she was taken back. One day she was determined to go again leaving her little sick baby. My patience and love gave out and realizing it, I went to my room and on my knees told the Lord all about it, saying, `If I was going to help her , He would have to give me His love.' I went out where she was sitting with her hat and coat on, when God said to me: "Go and put your arms around her." I said in my heart: "O, Lord I can't be a hypocrite; you know I have lost all love for her." Still the command was repeated, and I did as I was told. Suddenly a wonderful thing took place. God began to pour His love in y heart for this poor creature till I could have died for her, I believe. Quickly she began removing her things saying: "I won't go, I won't go, I didn't know you loved me so!" Truly we can sing: "There is no love to me like the love of Jesus." It never fails.

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