“Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help.” Psalms 35:2.
“And ye, my flock, the flock of my pasture, are men, and I am your God, saith the Lord God.” Ezekiel 34:31.
“O God, thou knowest my foolishness, and my sins are not hid from Thee.” Psalms 69:5.
“If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall move; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.” Matthew 17:20.
“For the day of the Lord is near.” Obadiah 15.
“For there shall be no reward to the evil man.” Proverbs 24:20
“Look, then, not upon the wine when it is red: it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.” Proverbs 23:31, 32.
These mighty adjurations were as silver and gold plates set in a wall of dross.
The rear forty feet of this very commonplace floor was intricately and yet neatly divided into three small bedrooms, a living room which overlooked the backyard and wooden fences of yards no better than those at the back; also, a combination kitchen and dining room exactly ten feet square, and a store room for mission tracts, hymnals, boxes, trunks and whatever else of non-immediate use, but of assumed value, which the family owned. This particular small room lay immediately to the rear of the mission hall itself, and into it before or after speaking or at such times as a conference seemed important, both Mr. and Mrs. Griffiths were wont to retire—also at times to meditate or pray.
How often had Clyde and his sisters and younger brother seen his mother or father, or both, in conference with some derelict or semi-repentant soul who had come for advice or aid, most usually for aid. And here at times, when his mother's and father's financial difficulties were greatest, they were to be found thinking, or as Asa Griffiths was wont helplessly to say at times, “praying their way out,” a rather ineffectual way, as Clyde began to think later.
