might remain, and that whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my
name, He may give it you."
Brother Pitman was pastor at Monrovia in 1882. He was a
prince of Israel. A great loss the church in Liberia has sustained,
and one, I fear, that will not be easily replaced in Africa. Never
shall I forget his fatherly kindness to me. Peace be to his memory.
So it was fortunate for me that I lived at Monrovia when he
had charge. He received me as a Christian brother, and stood by
me in all the work of the church, in the revival meetings, prayer
meetings, and week night preaching services. The church pros¬
pered under his administration. The Lord was with us, and we
had a blessed time.
Brother Pitman had lived in America several years—I don't
know just how many—but he lived in the family of Dr. Gracy, who
was the noble editor of the Northern Christian Advocate; so he was
quite American in his ideas, but nothing of the pompous sort.
He was simply a true, and a clear-headed, logical preacher. How
glad we were when he preached. Somebody always got fed on
the finest of the wheat.
He had sought, and clearly obtained, the blessing of sanctifi¬
cation. He enjoyed the fulness and lived the life, and when he
preached, it was in demonstration of the spirit and power.
I remember one Wednesday night; it was prayer meeting
night. It was true I had been feeling weak and poorly all day,
but somehow I felt especially led to go to meeting that night.
The distance from Sister Payne's (my home) was not very long;
about two blocks. I walked very slowly, but after I got in my
back was weak, and pained me dreadfully, so that I said, "I wish
I hadn't come." But I felt somehow that the Lord had sent me,
so I prayed, and asked Him to strengthen me for the word He
would have me give, if I spoke at all.
Brother Pitman was leading the meeting that night; there
was nothing out of the ordinary way of things, but a good meet¬
ing. By and by the Spirit prompted my heart with these words:
"With the mouth confession is made unto salvation."
I was impressed that God meant something by it, yet I did
not know just how I was going to be led in speaking; so just before
the meeting closed I arose and said:
" Brother Pitman, I feel the Lord wants me to speak a word."
" Certainly, Sister Smith; speak on."