[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER XXII 4/10
"I am glad to behold you safely recovered, friend; that was a hard crack they landed on your skull." "'T is not the will of the Almighty that I ignominiously perish at the hands of the heathen," he responded in his old manner, and as his voice roared out, not unlike a clap of thunder in that silence, I observed how the savages about us started.
"Again, and yet again hath He miraculously delivered his servant from the mouth of the lion.
Surely He must yet have labor for me in His vineyard; perchance the bearing unto these children of Amalek the message of peace." "Do you propose preaching unto them ?" "Ay, why not? Inspired thereunto by the Spirit, I have already sought serious converse with yonder priest of Baal, kneeling at this side of that accursed shrine of idolatry.
Yet so wedded is he to idols of wood and stone, he merely chattered back at me in unintelligible speech, and when I laid hand upon him to compel him to listen, the brown savage beyond grievously thrust me with a spear.
But I retain faith that the Lord, in His own time, will open up a way unto their rebellious and sinful hearts." "Such way may be opened, yet I fear these savages will only take unkindly your efforts at ministry, even if they permit opportunity for the carrying on of such work." "I should be overjoyed to minister unto them with the sharp edge of a steel blade," interposed De Noyan decidedly, and I noticed him for the first time, lying beyond his wife.
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|