W. B. Godbey - Enter His Rest

After he had gotten clearly away from all the dispersing people, he recognized three men before him in the road,
and as he drew nigh identified them with the ruffians whom he had rebuked.
They all met him, took his horse by the bridle and told him that they were the young men whom he had insulted
that morning, and they were going to whip him. Then they proceeded to tell him that they would not take
advantage of him, as they had already cast lots and determined on the one who should give him the thrashing,
while the other two stood by to see that he gave him fair play.
Therefore they told him to dismount, to take off his coat and get ready. Sitting in his saddle, he looked into the
face of the one selected to give him the whipping, and said, “Sir, I want to thank you twice before you begin;
first, I thank you for the whipping, because they gave it to my Savior and His Apostles, and I am so glad to have
the honor and the blessing of their succession; then I want to thank you again for giving it to me now, because I
am in the best fix to take a whipping that I ever was in my life, as I am just out of a wonderful meeting in which
God flooded my soul with Heaven.” Thus looking them in the face, he was just unutterably happy. Then turning
to his fellows, the ruffian said, “Boys, there is too much God Almighty in this man for me to attack him, and I
am not going to do it; therefore if he gets a thrashing one of you will have to give it to him. But the other two
came to the same conclusion that there was too much God in him for them to lay hands on him, therefore he got
no thrashing, but preached to the young men and went on his way rejoicing.
When I was called, early in the “Holiness Movement,” (as God used me as a pioneer from the Atlantic to
Mexico), into Mississippi to conduct a campmeeting, Satan had circulated so many awful lies on the Holiness
people, reporting that we were Mormons and would separate husbands and wives and all kinds of falsifications
throughout that country where they had never seen Holiness people, that the night before they were going to set
up the tabernacle a great mob came to burn it.
Among the few sanctified people in the country was a little woman of ninety pounds, whose Christian husband
had received the tabernacle, shipped from St. Louis, and laid it on the verandah.
At midnight there was a voice. He opened the door, and they told him to go back, as they had come to burn that
tabernacle and they were going to do it. Then the little woman said, “Jim, stay with the children and I will meet
the mob.” Having plead with them not to burn the tabernacle, and prayed for them, but all apparently in vain,
she climbed upon it, sat down and said, “This country has long needed a martyr, and will have one now, as I will
surely burn with this tabernacle.” In vain they strove to scarce her off. Finally, when they saw that she was going
to burn with it, they gave up and went away. Before the meeting was over, I saw two hundred of those wicked
people at one time stretched out on the ground, crying to God to save them. Among those who prayed through,
quite a number testified that they were in the mob that came to burn the tabernacle. What was the solution? The
little woman had God in her heart, and consequently was more than a match for the mob. So it will be with you,
while He abides in your heart.
“My rest is in Heaven, my home is not here:
Then why should I murmur at trials severe?
Come trouble, come sorrow, the worst that can come But shortens my journey and hastens me home.
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