The little cupboard I use is made
of a dry-goods box, with shelves in it, a curtain in front. My dishes,
all told, kitchen and dining-room, are not worth five dollars. This is what
the poor have, and better than some have. It is good enough. It is better
than my blessed Lord had. I desire nothing better. I would feel like
a reprobate to fill my room with expensive furniture, using money I could
feed the hungry with, clothe the naked, doing things that would please
my Lord. What a change! I used to delight in cut-glass, china, plush,
velvet and lace. Now I can say "vanity of vanity, all is vanity!" There
may be almost selfishness in this eager desire I have to give away the
means that are at my disposal. What I use or leave behind will never
be placed to my credit in the bank of heaven. What we give away for
the love of God and our neighbor is all we take with us. I will be so
delighted with a home that I can call mine, forever. I like nice wearing
apparel but I will not be deceived by spending my time and means for
that which will hinder me from having them where moth and rust doth
not corrupt and where thieves do not break through and steal. So I
wish to make to myself friends of the mammon of unrighteousness and
not enemies, for the hoarded dollars are bitter foes that will be witnesses
against these rich men at That Day. I am praying that God may send
me means to carry out a plan to save Kansas from traitors.
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