![]() ![]() I began to see the offended justice of God. I felt so for many days and nights.Īt last, I gave myself up to the Lord, to do what he would with me, for I was a great sinner. I felt so about it I wanted to die, and thought it would be just in God to kill me, and I prayed that he would kill me, for I did not want to live to sin against him any more. little boy that ever lived, and that was the reason Jesus would not talk to me. To feel very sorry that He would not come and talk with me and then I felt that I was the worst. I was then between ten and eleven years old, and I continued to look for Him until I began Being very sickly, my greatest wish was to live with Christ in heaven, and so I used to go into the woods and lie upon my back, and pray that he would come and take me to himself-really expecting to see Him with my bodily eyes. I thought he would talk with me, if I wished it, and give me what I asked for. At that time, my ideas of Jesus were the same as those of the other slaves. When I was a child, my mother used to tell me to look to Jesus, and that He who protected the widow and fatherless would take care of me also. I WAS born a slave, and owned, with eighty- one others, by a man named Edloe, and among them all, only myself learned to either read or write. ![]()
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