Due to weird access on my blog, and time constraints, I have not posted regularly. Here is another story, and a message for next time.
The Karens – called also the wild men of Burmah[nowadays, Burma] – differed, when the missionaries found them, from nearly all other heathens, in that they had no form of religion and no priests. They believed in the existence of God, and in a future state, and had some singular traditions among them of a brighter day that was coming, when teachers would come to them from a distant land, and lead them in the way of truth. When, therefore, they first heard of the arrival of missionaries, they said with joy, ” These are the very men we have been so long waiting for to teach us the true religion.” They came in crowds from distant forests and mountains to listen to the word of life, and many of them have believed. Nearly the whole race have since received the Gospel. They have abandoned their wandering mode of life, and have built a village, called in their tongue Matah, or City of Love. In all Burmah there are about one hundred and ten assistants of the Baptist mission, all but twenty-six of whom are of the Karen race. Thus early and suddenly has a whole people been converted to Christianity.
Well, that is the end of our longish section on Prayer – now we will be starting a new section on the Sovereignty of God, and we will be, Lord Willing, more consistent with that, writing once a week. For His Glory,