On His Last missionary journey to the Caribbean, when quite frail, the late brother Will Watkins decided to visit a sick brother Black wood. He asked me to accompany him All he had was a post office address. He made inquiries there and was directed along a rocky track that climbed a hill. How far is the house? he asked. A few chains, came the reply [a chain is 66 feet]. After a couple of miles, the track steepened to a precipitous trail up a mountainside. We met someone coming down, and again enquired the way. We were shown a tiny cottage perched on a crag several hundred feet above us, with clouds swirling around it, approached by a narrow zigzag pathway with a precipice on one side and a cliff on the other. Brother Black wood was joyful, and asked his gasping visitor to read him a psalm. For sure, responded the gallant Welshman, Let’s read Psalm 78: “He led them on safely, so that they feared not, and he brought them to the border of His sanctuary, even to this mountain.”
A Meaningful moment for me was when I was driving with a young sister to an ecclesia many miles distant for a Bible class. About ten miles short of our destination, we passed a young lady who waved for a ride. In that area, because of the threat of terrorism, drivers do not pick up strangers, so we did not stop. Then the young sister said, Please go back and pick up that girl. She will come in the truth.” I did so. She was a stranger to us both. She climbed in, thanked us, came to the Bible class and subsequently became a sister in the Lord.
The Origin of the Organic World – Part One