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Miss Crissy's Views: A Missionary Story JULA C. DANIEL

Miss Crissyʼs Views A Missionary Story

Jula C. Daniel

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LOUISVILLE. Ky.

THE WAY MISS CRISSY LOOKS AT IT. FOR WIVE;S ONLY; DON'1' LE;T ONE; HUSBAND

READ THIS. "Talk to me about marryin'," said Miss Criss)",

with a toss of her head.

"I'd like to know what

any free woman handliri' her own money, wants with a master to dribble out a dime or a quarter

month.

once a

'Pears to me like the men think

they have married a lot of slavish rogues! never

I've

any thing like their suspicion of the they have set over their households-the

seen

women

mothers of their children.

Mighty diffrunt was it when they was a courtin' them. My! how gen erous and free-handed they was! "Now, you know, I sew in a good many fam blies, and I take in sewin' from others, and I use

my eyes and my ears, while most times I hold my tongue. I'm not goin' to call any names, but I could; but I tell you it riles me when I see that

poor, little sickly boy of Mrs. Brown's come

after

day with milk, butter and eggs, to

day

Mrs.

Smith's and then stan' roun' and wait and wait for the money until at last Mrs. Smith says, says 3

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she: 'Mr. Smith didn't leave

any money to day. Tell your maw I'll pay her some time;' and Tommy goes home cryin' fit to kill, cause his me

promised to get him some shoes and stockings so's he could go to Sunday-school. and

maw

has

here is three weeks she's treated him this way, and he goes home, and throws himself down on his face

the floor and sobs himself to

sleep.

His maw told me about it as I past her gate that

even in'.

"And Tommy Brown isn't the only one that's

They tried it on me, but 'no'm,' I can get my says I, my time is too precious. at I other and have to have places, pay every day done that way.

it to pay my rent and keep up my fire and buy my own

clothes.

You must tell Mr. Smith I can't

wait one single day;' and while I was at it I told her of Tommy Brown, how all the little boys of

neighborhood went to Sunday-school, and kept naggin' him to go, but he would not go bare his

foot, and his maw couldn't get him to. "Mrs. Smith looked so shamed, and sad, too.

I felt as sorry for her as I did for Tommy. It ain't her fault. 'If there was any way I could

make money,' she said, 'I'd do it, but you see all

these children and Mr. Smith to do for, keeps me so

busy; and I'll tell you, Miss Criss)" 4

but don't

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Miss YOLl breath it to

livin'

soul, Mr. Smith is that

close with me that sometimes I feel like, rather

than ask him for a dollar, I'd go out and work in the cornfield, or beg on the road like regular tramps do. I'm so ashamed when he asks, "What did you do with that quarter I gave you last I know what I will do. Instead of beg

month?"

ging from him like I was a dog, for money to pay the wash woman and the milk boy, I'll just: let the dirty clothes lay, and when he comes to his drawer and finds it empty, and when he gets no

fresh eggs, there will be a scene, but he shall know for once how it feels to milk

nor

butter

nor

be denied what ,is due him.' "An angry flush came on her cheek, and an angry tear rolled down her face as she finished

this long speech for her; for she was a quiet, un

complainin' little body; a mighty pretty, mod est, sweet girl she was when he came along and made love to her. Nothin was too good for her them days, but now he's a regular tyrant and

miser.

And, no siree, don't talk to me about the

happiness of married people.

I've seen too much

of the meanness of 'the sterner sect' as they are

Give

single blessedness henceforth and forever."-And Miss Crissy impressing it on called.

not to breathe a word of

what she had told

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picked up her thimble and scissors and de parted with the money for her day's sewing safe ly tucked away in her pocket. Leviticus 19-13. James 5-4. me,

xnss CRISSY AGAIN.

"Yes," said Miss Criss)"

I sat

ripping a

waist she

was

went to

Woman's Foreign Missionary meeting

last week.

to alter

for me,

"yes,

actually

You wasn't there,"

"No," said I, coldly, "I do not believe in for eign missions." "Well, neither did I," said :Miss Crissy, "till I went to that meetin'.

with

cases

You see, I've so took up

like Mrs. Smith and

Tommy Brown

that I told you about las; week; how her husband

wouldn't give her money for necessities, and how

Tommy wouldn't go to Sunday-school because

he didn't have any shoes, that I've been a-say in' to

myself: 'Talk to me about heathen!

got plenty of 'U111 here at home.'

We've

day I was sewin' for Mrs. Jones and she was in and out of the r00111 a good deal and at a quarter past 2 she stepped in and said: 'Now it's my treat, Miss Crissy. I want you to "But that

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lay your sewin' right down, step into the bath room, freshen up a bit, drink this lemonade, and then come with me over to the church.

We are

goin' to have our missionary meetin' over there this afternoon.'

"I said: 'Oh, no!

I've never been to one in my

life.'

"'It is

high time you were beginning, then, Miss Crissy-and it's only a few of us women

you've known 'all your life.

Come on.

I'll not

take "No" for an answer.'

"Well, I thought I'd not be ugly about it. So I bathed my face and hands, slickened up my hair, brushed the threads off my dress, and we went.

Really I felt sorter curious to see what

could make them wirnmen willin' to come acrost town

that hot afternoon in the boilin' sun.

You

see, Mrs. Jones lived next door to the church, and

just slipped in without any hats. Mrs, Jones had carried a lovely bunch of roses over, anel somebody else had brought a bunch of sweet peas, and the sexton had ice water and big palm leaf fans ready, and the room was so pleasant and airy, and the chairs settin' sociable-like. There was only three or four wimmen there when we got there, but everybody shook hands with everybody else, and they was all so friendly and we

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pleasant. After all the wimmen got in, three, or four, or five, mebbe, of the younger women gath ered around the piano and were singing the hymn

they call 'Tydings,' No. 654, in the new hymn book.

ing,

and

'0 Zion, haste, Thy mission high fulfill the world that God is Light,'

to tell to all w

hen

they come

the chorus they said: And we dicl. I

'Now everybody sing it with us.'

can't forget them words:

'Publish glad tidings,

Tidings of peace; Tidings of Jesus, Redemption and release.'

"Well, do you know they sung everyone of them six verses, and sung 'em as if they meant every word of 'em. And by the time we finished

the chorus the last time and the President was

said: 'Let us pray.'

everyone meant it.

just that full of love she

And how she did pray! And

then she called on Mrs. Jones.

I knew she was

mighty good woman, but I didn't dream she knew and loved the Lord like she did till I heard a

her talkin' to Him face to face.

I tell you we all

knew he was there.

"Well, after that prayer, these 8

same

young

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wimmen went rig-ht back to the piano and struck

up another tune that was new to me in that same new

hymnal-No. 634: "fell

it out among the

heathen that the Lord is King! Tell it out among the nations; bid them shout and sing. Tell it out! Tell it out !' They sang it by themselves,

and

listened, and I thought some.

I'd never

told it out. and I'd been disputin' anybody's rights to

'tell it out'

long as there was a Tommy

poutin' at home and a Mr. Smith mean family. "Well, they did not follow any programme. Thev just said Bible verses out of their heads Brown

in his

-\11 I coulc! think of when it came my turn

was

'God, be merciful to me, a sinner.' The woman next to me said: 'Bless the Lord, oh, my soul, and forget not all His fenefits; 'Who forgiveth

iniquities, Who healeth all thy diseases, Who redeemeth thy life from destruction, Who crowneth thee with loving kindness and tencler mercies, so that thy youth is renewed like the eagles." "VI/ell, after this they had roll call and minutes

all thine

of last meetin'.

It must have been a fine meein',

too, and I just thought I wished I had been at it,

and that I did not intend to miss another one;

and as soon as they approved the minutes I said:

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Ladies, I do believe God has been merciful to me, a sinner, this very evenin', and I want to join you

right now, before one of you asts me. to take

mean

the first

Friday afternoon every

sing and pra"'And to help us sing and pray,' said Mrs, Jones. "'Well," said I, 'I'm comin', any way; and I want to give $4 a 1110nth, a dollar every week, to help it out. Why, here I've been livin' under the sound of the Gospel all these years, and until to day I didn't know what a sinner I was; did not even have it in my heart to publish gLad tidings, let alone givin' a cent to help pay the way of them that actually went to do it. Me sittin' up and sniffin' over a boy that had two good feet to go to Sunday-school on, and wouldn't, while month to come to hear you

there's millions of children don't know nuthin'

Sunday, or schools, or Bibles,

about

not

even

Jesus' name.'

"I dunno all I didn't say, but the wimmen was

leanin' some

glad 'I

forward, and smilin', and noddin', ami

of 'em at

slyly wipin' their eyes and lookin' And the Secretary says:

the same time.

Move, Mrs, President, that we here and now

Criss), as a member of this society, and in token of our love that we give her the enroll Miss

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right hand of fellowship.'

I stood up, and these wimmen filed past me and whispered: "God bless

you,' and Mrs. Jones actually took me in her arms! Really I never saw such sweet-faced wim men

in all my life.

"I haven't time to tell you about the good read

in's they had, and the Treasurer's report, and the I was so glad I had my in pocket-book my bag, and that it had a brand

payment of dues, etc. new

$S bill in it the banker's wife had paid me

just day before yesterday. I told them that was my thank offering for bein' brought to that meet

in', and that before the year was out, if the Lord

prospered me, I hoped to support a child of some heathen mother in Korea.

I've got

kith

kin, so I'm going to adopt one, any way." Miss

Crissy looked up from her sewing and

said: "Don't you believe the Lord gave me a new heart that day?"

I nodded "Yes," without daring to lift up mine

eyes, as I whispered Miss Crissy's prayer: "God, be merciful to me, a sinner."

}IISS CRISSY "GOSSIPING THE JOYFUL TYDI::-.JGS." Mrs, Brown,

standing at her front gate, talk ing to a passing friend, said : "Well, it just beats all. Here's Miss Crissy, been a member of the church at least twenty five years, and just as regular in attendance as anyone of us, and yet she says she got religion at the woman's mission ary meeting two weeks ago. Why, she was allers a kind, good soul, charitable, accommodatin paid the preacher, come to prayer mcetiu' right along, and yet never was converted till that clay. I t beats all !"

"Yes, it does beat ail," laughed Miss Criss}".

behind her, who, on her way home from her day's

sewing, caught the excited tones as she came lip the quiet street. "It does just beat all I ever dreamed of.

I did not know folks could be

glad Why, you know, I've gone to church all my born clays, and I declare to you in to

be alive.

them songs, and prayers, and Bible missionary meetin' that evenin' I

that

wimrnin

really loved the Lord,

and

verses

saw

them

didn't.

You see, our pastor-no, he ain't no pastor, he ain't never darkened my cloor in all the years 12

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he's lived in this town;

preacher

never

preaches

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our saym he about Christ; takes

was

yon for his text. They say the old heathen used to have a metter, 'Know Thyself,' and he got

hold of that som'ers, and

keeps on at it year in and year ant. 'Taint much gospel to Illy notion. You know some of 'em just lives in that 7th of Romans-and it's '1,' 'I,' T to the end. I've been readin' the Bible a good deal the last two

weeks-the women said it was our Father's

Letter, and His will was in it, and that He left His children

big estate, but we had to finci it

by readin' the will for ourselves and claimiu' share; that He left us equal heirs with the Lord Jesus. Oh, 1 didn't know how rich 1 was till 1 got to readin' it for myself! Well, as 1 was a-sayiri', some of the preachers just talk so much

out

about self anel sinful self till yon just come home

discouraged. And 1 tell you it was a mighty glad women 1 was when 1 saw that Paul called that big 1 the body of death, and from church clean

cried out for deliverance, and that in the very next chapter he was praisin' Gael that through

jesus Christ he was free from it. And if you'll notice when you go in, in that 8th chapter of Romans it is all 'Jesus' and "Christ Jesus' and 'the Spirit,' ane! there's mighty few 'T's' in it. 13

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You count 'em in the ith and then count 'em in the 8th and

see

what

deliverance there

was.

lIe says, '\Ve are more than conquerors through

Why, I just read that chap ter over and over one night, it was so sweet, "I reckon that was what made that missionary meetin' so sweet to me. It was all 'Jesus,' 'Jesus' -honorin' Him and magnifyin' Him; and how Him that loved ns.'

human hearts

was

the

same

the world

over

everyone of 'em needed Jesus. I found ou t then and there He was what I needed-and so you

needn't wonder that I go 'round singin' to myself that old song mother used to sing, 'J esus, all the

day long is my joy and my song; 0, that all His

salvation may know.' "I'm goin' round to the parsonage this very evenin' and tell my preached he'd better come to some

of the meetin's and see what a Savior them

wimmen has found. new verse

An' I'm

goin' to tell him a

I've learned for the next meetin": 'This

is life eternal, that they might know Thee, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom Thou hast sent.'

"L'm afraid he thinks it is eternal life to know

John Brown or Mrs. John Brown. "But I must hurry; it's gcttin' late. Good-bye, ladies. Come to our next missionary meetin', 14

.Ill iss won't

past 2.

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you?

At the church, first Friday, half I'll come by for you"-and away went

Crissy, humming as she went, "What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus."

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MISS CRISSY

JOUR:-\EYS TO FELICITY.

"How d'ye do, Miss Crissy ?" cried Mrs. Jones, as

she saw the little dress-maker passing. "Come and

give

account

ha ve you been for two weeks ?

yourself?

\Vhere

We've missed you

-cyerywhere." A pleased flush stoic oyer Miss Crissy's cheeks at the kind

words, and a smile shone ill her really

fine eyes and about her sensitive mouth.

"Thank

missing myself from prayer meeting and the last missionary; but I took 111)' Advocate along with me-and guess what I did? You could not! I actually organ ized a Woman's Foreign Missionary Society! "Now don't laugh at me, Mrs. Jones, and I'll begin at the beginning and tell you all about it. "1 had a letter from my step-sister's daughter, who lives at Felicity, and she begged me to come down and make her a good visit. I hadn't taken a vacation for so long, I thought I would go and you for

me.

I've missed

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have a real big rest in that little country

village. Friday noon, and the coach was so crowded I had to sit by a man-a sober-looking But my! how one: I thought he was a preacher. I left home

he did smell of tobacco!

You almost wondered

packed him in with her blankets from eating him. I nearly had heart failure fr0111 the odor, till some gentleman saw how pale and sick I looked, and raised the window and brought me a glass of water. I was mighty glad when he concluded to go into the if his wife had

to keep the 1110th�

smoker and find

some

and flock with them!

birds of his

tor would lock the doors and keep 'em all

together

feather

own

I just wished the conduc

in there

till they got to their destination.

"Well, we got to Felicity about 4, and Sarah

met me in

her runabout and drove

the town before

taking me

pretty home, full of town had grown

roses

and

her

all

own

sunshine.

over

sweet, The

since I had been there ten

years ago, and there were beautiful homes and four handsome Protestant churches, Sarah's

right by our church, and, you know, Jones, what a nice neighbor a church is. Sarah was always a good woman, and she soon

home

was

Mrs. saw

I was different from what I used to be, some

how, and she drew the whole story out of me, 16

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how I had been converted at a woman's mission ary meeting, and had joined 'em right away, and

doing my best to send the women who were willing to 'go, tell.' I was amazed to find there was not a single missionary society in Felicity. They never seemed to have heard of one any I wondered that they had not read of where. the one in the Dible Jesus Himself organized, with only one member, Mary. She was president, visiting committee and everything when He told was

'Go, tell I am risen.' She even had the pleasure of telling the men brethren that good news. And from that day to this, women have been gossipping the joyful tidings. Sarah looked so interested, and asked me so many questions. I showed her my Advocate and Prayer Calendar, her to

with all its pictures of missionaries we are send

ing, and their homes and schools we are build ing. And at last she just begged me to let her invite the women of the church Tuesday after noon for me to tell them just what I had told her, and see if they would not agree to have a so ciety. So she did have it announced at Sundav school, and would you believe it, fifteen or twenty women came!

though, so

None of 'em would lead in prayer,

I had to, and the Lord

You know He has

help 17

helped me.

women,

Jiiss couldn't do

helped me.

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Views.

He knows it, too

I asked them to

sing, 'A Charge to Keep I Have, A God to Glorify.' The preacher's wife led the singing, and Sarah played. The verse: '"

To serve the present age,

My calling to fulfill,

0, may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will,'

enough to start me going; and I did not feel a mite afraid after I begun, but just told my own experience, and about all the gooe! meetings since, and things I had heard in them and had read myself, and I passed the Calendar around so they might see for themselves they were real was

women

who had crossed the ocean to tell about

Jesus.

I told them about the dues being ten cents

month, and then I told them we could give on

our

birthdays one dollar for the heathen woman

who was born on the same day, because we were so

thankful we were not heathen women.

looked

They

liberal and kind, I told them I was a little girl in Korea where the Devil educating so

worshipped; that I had named her for mv mother, and that I prayed for her every day. I saw some of 'em wiping their eyes. 'cause they were sorry for me, an old maid-but they needn't is

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happiest woman anywhere around, because J esus let me 'go tel1.' "Well, when I asked them if they didn't want to have a society of 'Go Tells,' would you believe it, every woman said, 'yes.' You see they were be-I'm the

enough converted women-and loved the Lord, only they did not know about our woman's sure

work until I told 'em.

"They

shy about being elected officers-but at last the preacher's wife consented to let them make her president, and then the oth ers agreed to be whatever they were best fitted for. They made Sarah corresponding secretary, and she will make a good one, for she took my were

sorter

hand-book and studied it for

got home,

and I had

hour after

big nap while there

we was

laughed a happy lit tle laugh, in which 11'1rs. Jones joined. (Mission ary women can afford to laugh after such good reports as Miss Criss), gave.) "I showed them about Week of Prayer, and they promised to keep it. I don't believe that Felicity society will ever disband, Mrs. Jones, for them women really loved the Lord, and looked glad to come out from among the 900,000 idle silence."

women

And Miss Crissy

in the church and to go to work for Him.

I wish all the idlers knew about the 'Go Tell 80-

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Miss

ciety.'

I wonder if the

preachers wouldn't tell

them if we would ask them to-but good-bye; the sun

is going down, and I must be off home"

and as she went down the broad walk to the gate,

the words floated back:

"To

serve

the present age,

1\ly calling 'to fulfill.

0, may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will."

Hardinsburg, Ky.

THE LAST OF "MISS CRISSY." "Miss Criss)" as

in," called Mrs. Jones,

do come

the Httle dressmaker

was

passing her gate.

"I have not seen you for so long, and I've won

dered about you," she exclaimed, as she grasped the hand held out.

"Haven't you heard?" said Miss Crissy, slight-

ly flushing and looking amused. "Not one word.

What is it?" cried Mrs. Jones.

"Only that I lam 'Miss Crissy' no longer." "What?

Who are you then?"

"Mrs. Robert Lane," said Miss Crissy, with a

happy laugh. 20

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"Do tell me when and where the metamphorsis

occurred," laughed Mrs. Jones in return.

"Well, I see I am in for a regular story, so I will sit here by this window, where I can see

Mr. Lane as he passes on the hunt for me; for I told him I

was

only going to Bland's for some

thread and would be back in five minntes."

She

happy little laugh, to think her

langhed again, prolonged absence would make some one lone a

some.

Mrs.

Jones," she began. "You know I went down to Felicity last year to visit my step-sister's daughter, and while there organized a Woman's Foreign Missionary So "It

was

this

way,

ciety. Well, eight weeks ago they wrote me they were going to have an open meeting and

nothing would do them but I must come to it whether I said or did one thing. I must be on hand. They seem to think I had done them the greatest favor in the world in waking them up to their duty to the nnevangelized world. So I concluded to go, as I wanted to see their growth,

then, too, have a little rest from my needle. 'Twas a lovely night-a real warm, pleasant fall evening-open windows, flowers everywhere, a full house, people even standing. You see it was their first open meeting, and the people were and

111 iss see

They

lovely

everyone to

Y iews.

how the women would come out.

curious to

had

0I'i8SY'S song

after

song-missionary

the core; real good talks and papers

by those real sensible women and young ladies; and then the president said, 'We have with us a real live missionary from the Indian Territory, Rev. Robert Lane, and he will tell us something of the land and the people among whom he has lived for the last six years.' "I had not heard of him

speak;

when

some one

that he

was

just back of me

and went forward I with the rest of the

rose

people

all eyes and ears. "He called us at once to prayer. 0, Mrs. think it! in that of Not one word had J ones, was

meeting gone up to God for His blessing upon it, until he prayed! "I can never forget that prayer. I found my self sobbing as he went on and on. He wanted God's ear-the

assurance

that He heard him;

that He would bless what had been done and

what would follow; and then for His poor blind children seeking the Great Spirit.

How his heart

plead for them and all others in heathen gloom! But 1 can't tell you all of it.

You will see and

hear him at prayer-meeting to-night.

people listened

0, how the

he talked! and how they begged 22

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when he tried

close time and

aga.in.

(They will never go to sleep on lH1SS10ltS They flocked about him so after it was over, but I caught Sarah by the arm and stole I wanted to be by myself and talk away home. I could not sleep to God about His other sheep. much that night. The cry of those souls in dark c,

again.)

ness

for the white man's

Book, the white man's

Great Father, rung in my ears, and I felt I must

go to them with that Book, and

try to tell them

about Our Fa:ther, theirs as well as mine.

"Well, the next day the pastor took Bro. Lane

around to meet his people, and he brought him to

Sarah's.

I found

myself talking to him out of

my very heart about the work and the Indians, and he seemed so patient with my stupidity and

glad to answer my questions and so delighted at my interest. Sarah smiled and looked mighty but had little to say; and when they pleasant, left she just laughed and laughed, and kept it up until I felt like pinching her. It seemed, when she grew sober enough to talk that he was a wid ower of five years' standing, and she had not told me. Well, in two or three days he came back alone, and kept on coming back alone, and some how Sarah would have something to call her so

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of the parlor nearly every time; and so after four weeks of his

coming like this he askecl me to go home with him ancl help him in that wonderful work. So we (to the great joy of the missionary women) were quietly married at Sarah's a week ago-with only the society present-and we came home two clays ago to my three

little cottage, and next week we start to our new home.

And, 0 Mrs. Jones, I feel lowe all this

happiness and this great work opening before me to you; for you made me go to that missionary meeting at the church that clay. "There is Mr. Lane now, and I will just take him with me to buy that supply of thread I'll need for my little Indians." And with

pleased flush and happy laugh, Miss Crissy, I beg her pardon, Mrs. Lane, sped clown the walk and joined her husband at the gate; while Mrs. Jones silently thanked the Lord that out of her own society one woman had given herself as an active working force to hasten the coming of the kingdom and the King. a

Hardinsburg, Ky.

About First Fruits Press

Under the auspices of B. L. Fisher Library, First Fruits Press is an online publishing arm of Asbury Theological Seminary. The goal is to make academic material freely available to scholars worldwide, and to share rare and valuable resources that would not otherwise be available for research. First Fruits publishes in five distinct areas: heritage materials, academic books, papers, books, and journals. In the Journals section, back issues of The Asbury Journal will be digitized and so made available to a global audience. At the same time, we are excited to be working with several facultymembersondevelopingprofessional,peer-reviewed,onlinejournalsthatwouldbe made freely available. Much of this endeavor is made possible by the recent gift of the Kabis III scanner, one of the best available. The scanner can produce more than 2,900 pages an hour and features a special book cradle that is specifically designed to protect rare and fragile materials. The materials it produces will be available in ebook format, easy to download and search. First Fruits Press will enable the library to share scholarly resources throughout the world, provide faculty with a platform to share their own work and engage scholars without the difficulties often encountered by print publishing. All the material will be freely available for online users, while those who wish to purchase a print copy for their libraries will be able to do so. First Fruits Press is just one way the B. L. Fisher Library is fulfilling the global vision of Asbury Theological Seminary to spread scriptural holiness throughout the world.

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