CHARLIE is a Mohawk boy about nine years old. A few months ago he had a remarkable dream, which his mother related to me nearly as follows:
He thought he saw, the Lord and the devil here in this world, and they were offering prizes to get people to follow them. The devil had much the nicest looking prizes and the biggest crowd. The Lord didn’t seem to have much to offer, and the people with Him were few.
And he thought he saw all, his school companions following the devil, and he himself was following them. But he thought the Lord came and took hold of him, and turned him round, and brought him out of the crowd; and, when He had him with Himself, then He showed him much better things than anything, the devil had to offer. So he awoke.
I need scarcely tell you the dream made a great impression on him. I trust it may indeed be true of both him and you, dear reader, so that you may be of the number of those whom He bath delivered from the power of darkness, and translated into the kingdom of His dear Son.
ML 12/01/1904