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Sunday, August 15, 2010
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Dear brother and sister Vicks, Greetings in Our Lord and Saviour. Thank you so much for taking the time to share on your Sermon Audio page your posts, videos, etc. earlier. I haven't read any other updates yet for some time since your last post some months ago. I pray that all is well in the Lord and all things, and just taking a break from the internet. The Lord reminded me of you today, so I am leaving a note here, letting you know that I am praying for a blessed LORD's Day for you both. May God graciously bless you with His Word and Spirit, in Our Lord and Saviour, throughout this year, by His grace. "And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." (Galatians 6:9 KJV) "But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord." (1 Corinthians 15:57-58 KJV) Sunday August 15, 2010 My dear sister in Christ, Your letter has refreshed us more than you can know. Oh! How I thank our LORD and Saviour for putting it in your heart to send word to us. We have been taken into captivity, that is true, and have wept many tears by the rivers of Babylon, crying to Him, "How can we sing the songs of Zion in a strange land?" Our sorrow is very deep and would overwhelm us, if it had not been for the many, many tokens of grace given to us in His Word concerning the distress of our brothers and sisters who have gone before us in the Scripture, and especially what is recorded for us concerning the sufferings of Him Who washed us in His Own blood. Many months ago, a foreboding descended on my soul there in that lovely and free Jerusalem, for I was singing loud praises to our God and King when a certain song entered in and pressed down on my soul with some ferocity. It was Newton's "A Believer Free From Care", the last hymn entry in our online diary. I was terrified and felt that soon we would be tested just as Paul and Silas had been in Philippi. The accusations came, we were beaten and held against our will in a dark place. We thank God that we could pray and praise Him by the example set before us in His Word and by the Spirit of Christ in us. We have heard strong rumblings of an earthquake deep below our prison cell. It is about to explode and we hope in Him to be SET FREE SOON and given grace again in fullest measure to publish new songs of praise. We pray that many jailers, yes, and many prisoners too, will escape His wrath by our singing and praying. We have begged our LORD for this and hope that our sore wounds and our stripes might be mollified with that healing ointment only He can administer. May I tell you, dear sister, that many new songs are being formed in my soul in this harsh place, songs that could never have been heard by me unless I had been taken into cruel captivity. I even recall that Bunyan suffered in prison for 12 years that the Pilgrim's Progress might be written! God bless you for writing and pray for us, that this bloodied sword may be put up for a time and the trowel put to use again in fresh mortar as we begin building anew our allotted portion of the wall. Love in Christ, Kathleen
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