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By our
request, Brother L.G. Whitney, a reliable Christian man, of Hemlock, Mich., writes
us of a remarkable interposition of Providence in reference
to his field of corn. This is his story:
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“Two years
ago, the seed-corn in this part of the country proved poor -- not having
sufficiently ripened the previous year. I saw an advertisement of a
ninety-days corn, and sent to Pennsylvania
and obtained enough to plant eleven acres. It grew rapidly, and became tall
and stout. When other corn was out of the way of the frost, mine was just
beginning to fill. One day as I was walking through it, I realized that it
could not come to maturity. I fell on my knees, and talked to my heavenly
Father about it. I well remember how I addressed Him, saying: "Father, I
have been deceived in this corn; according to the season and the nature of
the corn it cannot ripen. But, Father, it is in Thy hands, I have given
myself and all I have into Thy care. It is only by Thy power that this field
of corn can ever ripen. Thy will be done. I will not complain." While I
was thus addressing Him, heavenly peace filled my soul. Frost after frost
came, and froze ice as thick as a window-glass. My neighbors would say: ‘What
is the matter with Whitney’s corn that the frosts do not kill it?’ It stood
like a green forest through all the frosts till it ripened. I never had such
a crop of corn before or since. I know the Lord will answer the prayers of
the faithful in heart, and 'no good thing will he withhold from them that
walk uprightly.’
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