A TENT meeting! Such a thing was unknown in our neighborhood. Some one handed a card in to our home announcing that a gospel service would be held in a large tent in a nearby field, and all were invited to be present. There would be meetings for boys and girls as well as big people.
We waited and watched for days for the arrival of the big tent. At last it came, and I shall never forget the first meeting. Before the tent was ready such a lot of people came expecting a service that the evangelist borrowed a Bible from a nearby house and gave a gospel address. He had not time to wash up and get ready, his face was black with soil, and he had no coat on. After the meeting he asked us not to come back until Saturday night.
My parents were Christians and took an active part in the work. We went every night, and at the “Hay Hour for Children” one night it was indeed a happy hour for us. My sister was ten and I twelve, but we both trusted the Lord Jesus as our Saviour that night. Ours was a happy home. Years have passed, but the blessing remains. My sister passed away while still quite young, rejoicing in Christ, and my parents too went to be with the Lord. We will be united in heaven as we were one in Christ on earth.
Many tent meetings have been held in our village since and I know a number who have been converted to Christ. Some have gone to be with the Lord. What a gathering it will be at last in His presence. He prayed, “Father, I will that they also whom Thou hast given Me be with Me where I am.” John 17: 24.
He knows how much I love Him,
He knows I love Him well,
But with what love He loves me
My tongue can never tell.
It is an everlasting love
In ever rich supply,
And so we love together,
My Lord and I.
ML-01/30/1972