Article May 18, 1899 Issue

A Wednesday Evening Meeting

M. E. Killie

Denver Republican

At the close of a day of steady snowfall, which the warm breath of April had, at every street crossing, quickly converted into mud of uncertain depth, the thought came: "This is Wednesday evening; surely the gathering at the dear church will be thin to-night, yet I cannot afford to stay at home." So, dressing to suit the weather, I waded forth, only to find, on arriving, that every one else was of the same mind, and the church was as usual well filled.

The thought arose: "What is the attraction that will fill a church on such a night as this with people from every quarter of the city?"

I saw lawyers, professional and prominent business men, with their wives and families, side by side with many from the poorer walks of life, all with earnest, happy faces, as if they were coming to a feast. Had they come to be thrilled with the eloquence of some famous preacher, or to listen to strains of rare music? No, it was only the midweek assembling together of plain, every-day people, to tell what God's love had done for them, in the healing of sickness, sorrow, and sin; to give out from their varied experiences words of help and encouragement to others who are hungering for something that the world has failed to give them.

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