"Be not unequally yoked together" 2 Corinthians 6:14

Even after that spiritual enrichment, and though I was active in the Lord's work, helping my father in Evangelistic meetings, which was one of the happiest times in my life, I made a wrong decision. I became engaged to a young man who was not saved. That evening should have been a very happy one had I been in God's will. Instead, a sense of oppression came over me. Later the Holy Spirit pressed strongly upon me that scripture, "Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers." 2 Corinthians 6:14. After a time I broke the engagement.

Then I earnestly asked the Lord that He never let me make that mistake again. I said, "If it is your will that I should marry, let it be the one You choose. If it is not your will, let me be content." Why did I make that wrong move? Because I was not keeping close enough to Christ and His written Word. I was not listening fully to the "still small Voice."

A few years after that, I again met a young man who had loved me since I was a girl. We were married. Though he has been gone from me many years I have always believed that marriage was the Lord's will. God gave me a kind, loving husband and a good son-in-law to my parents.

Now, many years later, God has graciously brought to my attention an event that proves "God's Way is Best."

A few years ago the Lord led me into the work of writing tracts and booklets. Western Tract Mission published some of these, therefore I receive their monthly W. T. News.

They have distributors all over the world who from time to time write a report. In their latest "news" I saw a name from Nove Scotia. I wrote to the lady that I had been praying for Western Tract Mission Distributors. I wrote that at one time, when I was young, I lived near her town. I gave her my father's name.

She answered immediately. She is the eldest daughter of my old friend. She and her husband and children are born again and serving the Lord. She had been sending out tracts for Western Tract Mission for twenty-two years.

How my heart rejoiced! See how wonderfully God works! He who knows the end from the beginning. I had obeyed His word. My friend had met, loved, and married another. God had multiplied His laborers. If the Lord tarry, only He knows how far reaching will be the results of those Christian workers.

My mother had always been a real helpmate to my father. What a prayer warrior she was! For a few years she was not well and when I was home she gladly delegated some of her duties to me.

Father was an evangelist as well as a pastor. I have already stated how blissfully happy I was when the Lord used me to help in the meetings.

The Home Mission Board asked my father to accept the charge of a church that was not luke warm but cold and dying. Father saw hope in that.

Meetings were started but at the close of the first week Dad came home. The parsonage was in an adjoining village. He said there was no life, no stir, and he had decided, after much prayer, to take a particular stand. He asked me to go with him as he had a part for me.

What was the reason for this lack of spirituality? Two deacons, regularly sitting in the front pews, on opposite sides of the aisle, serving the Lord's Table, had not spoken to each other for twenty years. What a tragedy! What a farce! Scriptures disobeyed. Matthew 5:23,24; 1 Corinthians chapter 11. Certainly the Holy Spirit was grieved.

That evening, after the message, my father asked the two deacons to stand facing each other. I sang, "An Evening Prayer." "If I have wounded any soul today, If I have caused one foot to go astray, dear Lord, forgive."

At the close of the hymn, the Holy Spirit manifested His Presence in a wonderful way. The deacons shook hands. The congregation went around shaking hands with one another. There were tears of joy and what rapture! A glorious revival followed.

There was a young man with a very fine voice. At dad's request he sang, "Alone, Alone, Alone, He bore it all alone, He gave His life that I might live, He suffered, bled and died alone, alone." During the singing of those words the young man accepted Christ.

What was the reason the ministers who stood in that pulpit, over the years, allowed it to go on? In doing so, they sinned also.

How many are doing the same today?