How beautiful she was! My eyes were glued to her pretty countenance and how much I try they were keep returning to her face. Despite the scholarly eagerness of myself I just could not stop looking at her. Her penetrating eyes were even glowing so bright whenever she moved her lips to smile at her friends beside. Looking at her nose was imagining the most aesthetic living creature. And then, at that very moment I was expecting to hear her beautiful voice to resonate through the room but there was only a silence. In fact the silence was so loud that I thought I heard something yet nothing registered into my brain. She was mute.
How unthinkable! But maybe it is one most fairness of God; for that beauty with silence. But our God is not a god but sui generis; need not of any competition nor bound with any obligation. But then I thank God for her to be here on this very ground of His bliss that she can learn about Him.
And I thank her, do not even know her name and probably she won’t even know of my gratitude, for that she taught me what it means the Word became flesh when John proclaims in John1:1 and also why and how the written word of God should be trreated.
LET ME START OFF EXPLAINING WHY i HAVE CHOSEN THIS TITLE:
How many times I bursted into tears. A week ago it seemed little too detail and so far to the Golden Shore but this morning as I finally reached to the last chapter of this great book I just wished there were more pages as if I could delay the death of Adoniram and hear more great stories of him. O Father, I feel so shameful and guilty for the emotions exclaimed through my mouth many times this year; loneliness. And now I know that this book is so expedient for my pilgrimage of Christian walk.
+ When Nancy, his first wife, died he wrote his mother and sister:
“I still live alone, and board with some one of the families that compose the mission. After the Wades left, I boarded with the Bettets. After Bettets left for Rangoon, I boarded with the Cutters. After the Cutters left…I have no family or living creature about me that I can call my own, except one dog, Fidelia,…but she is now growing old, and will die before long; and I am sure I shall shed more than one tear when poor Fidee goes.
(about loneliness, page 411)
++ When Sarah, his wife, was dying, Adoniram convers with her:
“My love, I wish to ask pardon for every unkind word or deed of which I have ever been guilty. I feel that I have, in many instances, failed of treating you with that kindness and affection which you ever deserved.”
“Oh,” she said, “you will kill me if you talk so…I…should ask pardon of you…I only want to get well that I may have an opportunity of making some return for all your kindness, and of showing you how much I love you.”
“Do you still love the Saviour?”
“O, yes, I ever loved the Lord Jesus Christ.”
“Do you still love me?”
“Of course.”
“Then give me one more kiss.”
then she died.
(about love, page 439)
+++ Adoniram sent emily a letter to comfort her in criticism:
“There is nothing that ought to disturb one of pure and high purpose. Before God we are indeed full of sin; but we may still feel that the path we are treading is one which the common people have neither capacity to investigate, nor right to judge.”
(hope to encourage any great Christian, dedication to Dr.Patterson, page 459)
AND THAT’S WHY…I AM UNALTERABLY CONVINCED THAT WE ALL NEED THIS SPIRIT; passion, dedication, love, sacrifice, courage, etc IN OUR CHRISTIAN WALK.
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