How often I hear the question: Is nothing being done for her? Are you giving her nothing?
Is it nothing to make a spring in the face of mortal thought, of sin, sickness, and death? Is it nothing, while with one hand we hold down the demon, materialism, with the other to lead the sufferer to her birthright, her spiritual home with God?
I wish all who speak thus heedlessly might stand for one week, as these sturdy pioneers must stand, alone with God. I wish they would come out from the people who turn their hands against them, taking umbrage at the new, and hold a patient in spiritual thought, and see if they call that nothing, which raises the sick. I wish they might stand, — with even their nearest friend sometimes foiling their own wishes through educated fear, — and see the blessing of God appear, when fever abates, dulled eyes brighten, and at last the pinched lips relax, and smiling say, "I feel better."
