Collected Writings Volume 2 • 1912 - 1917

Johan O. Smith

Letter to Elias Aslaksen, 1912/09/24

Collected Writings Volume 2 • 1912 - 1917
Horten, September 24, 1912
Dear Br. Aslaksen,
God’s peace and grace in Christ Jesus.

It is always a joy for me to think of you, dear brother, and my prayer is that God will help you and bless your work.

Br. Tobiassen is here now. He is packing his things and will leave this evening for Kristiansand. He will serve as a military aide in Marviken this winter. The friends here are very happy that he can join you there, so you both can work together in fellowship at the meetings and so that you can guide him and watch over him a bit. You know that his friend Øvreby fell, so they need some attention. Still, I do think Tobiassen is a reliable fellow. Øvreby also did well as long as he was by his side, but as soon as he left Tobiassen, it went badly for him.

Last Sunday, Karl and I were in Porsgrunn. There, a man named Karl Knudsen and his wife were led by the Spirit to leave everything else and start having meetings in their own home. There were probably 10-12 gathered there. They seem to be used to contending; they repeatedly wanted to engage with us, but it was all a natural part of their love for the truth. In the afternoon we had a more in-depth conversation, and I think they got light over things they hadn’t seen before.

I just received a letter from Aksel, which I’ve enclosed. Br. Ellefsen was just in Tønsberg and had a blessed meeting. He wrote that he’s going there again tomorrow.

It is remarkable how God works. His name be honored and praised.

The women’s group is not doing as many raffles as they did last year, but they do get together, and you are foremost in our thoughts when it concerns the outward work—after we have covered our local expenses here.

Father wrote that he had had a conversation with you, and he praised you for being God-fearing.

I’ll close for now.

Loving greetings from your devoted brother in Christ,

Johan

I was merely a despised sheep for the 1½ years I was in Kristiansand. The only one I was able to speak with was another despised sheep: John Wintersborg.