January 11, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)
Jan. 11th. What can I say to my sisters, this morning? I can tell them, could the eye glance across the great waters and catch the little bark, ascending and descending the mountainous waves, which contains their dear sister, their hands would be involuntarily extended for her relief, and their cry would be save her! The sea runs very high, while the wind roars through the naked riggings as you may have heard it, in a November’s day, through the leafless trees of a majestic forest. The dashing of the waves on deck, the frequent fall of something below, the violent motion of the vessel, going up and then down, would seem to conspire to terrify and distress; yet I feel my mind calm as if by a winter’s fire in my own happy land. Is it not of the mercy of GOD? I feel it is. But, 0, the poor returns I make! We are approaching Cape Horn. What terrific scenes await us there, we know not. Sufficient for us, our Pilot is divinely wise, divinely good. Sabbath was a peaceful day. me angry ocean, these many days enraged, seemed to regard its sacred hours. I think it was a day of more than usual enjoyment in my own mind. Brother T— preached from these words, “Other sheep have I which are not, etc.” We have no appearance of a revival at Sea. How does the Holy Spirit dispense his favors as he will, but, 0, to stand in a waiting posture! (Sybil Bingham)
Jan. 11. – We are now experiencing another gale equal in violence to the one on the 7th. Surely there is a meaning in all this. I fear we are not prepared for the work of evangelizing the heathen. Stay thine hand O God we beseech thee: say unto the elements it is enough. (Samuel Whitney Journal)
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