It was an hour of fearful, terrible agony to the saints. Day and night they cried unto God for deliverance. To outward appearance, there was no possibility of their escape. The wicked had already begun to triumph, crying out, Why doesnt your God deliver you out of our hands? Why dont you go up and save your lives? But the saints heeded them not. Like Jacob, they were wrestling with God. The angels longed to deliver them, but they must wait a little longer; the people of God must drink of the cup and be baptized with the baptism. The angels, faithful to their trust, continued their watch. God would not suffer His name to be reproached among the heathen. The time had nearly come when He was to manifest His mighty power and gloriously deliver His saints. For His names glory He would deliver every one of those who had patiently waited for Him and whose names were written in the book. {Early Writings 283.2}
Posted on: Fri, 14 Feb 2014 04:50:24 +0000