Graphic Illustration of the Seventh Plague
thou seen the treasures of the hail, which I have reserved against the time
of trouble? Job 38:22, 23.
Byron Belden, Sarah Belden, and Sister May Lacey accompanied me to my appointment
at Prospect [Australia]. As we left the [meeting] house we saw a storm coming
. . . so portentous that we drove fast with our colts as we dared. When we
were almost home the fury of the gale struck. Large hailstones began to fall--as
large as a hen's egg. . . . [They] frightened the young horse, for they were
striking her with terrible force.
"Byron, get out at once. . . . Go to her head; talk to her. Let the horses
know it is not you that are beating them." He jumped out at this suggestion.
I said, "May Lacey and Sarah, get out." They did. . . . I got out
next, May and Sarah helping me. . . . The wind was blowing with such force
that hats were taken from our heads and cushions were blown from the wagon.
The heavy carriage cushions, umbrellas, and heavy carriage robes were blown
into the field, and were flying in every direction. . . .
scene! Sister Belden, May Lacey, and I reached the house hatless. . . . Byron
was with the poor terror-stricken new horse. . . . We could only lift up our
hearts to God for His help. . . .
the sharpest experience I have ever had in a carriage in a storm. . . . I
thought of the day when the judgment of God would be poured out upon the world,
when blackness and horrible darkness would clothe the heavens as sackcloth
of hair. . . . My imagination anticipated what it must be in that period when
the Lord's mighty voice shall give commission to His angels, "Go your
ways, and pour out the vials of the wrath of God upon the earth." . .
6 and 7 are full of meaning. Terrible are the judgments of God revealed. The
seven angels stood before God to receive their commission. To them were given
seven trumpets. The Lord was going forth to punish the inhabitants of the
earth. . . .
plagues of God shall come upon the earth hail will fall upon the wicked about
the weight of a talent.
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