Truth is ancient; it's grey hairs may make it venerable;
it comes from Him who is the ancient of days. --Thomas Watson

 

12 July, 2007   comments: (0) Wonderful Plan?   Beliefs That Were More Important Than Life, Part 1    Quoting Beeke, Spaans . . . We often speak of the "good old days" but there is little doubt that in many respects they might more truthfully be described as "bad old days," and when we compare our times of religious liberty with the days of persecution which many of our forefathers went through, we should indeed be thankful that our lot is cast in happier times, and show by following in the footsteps of the brave and true, that we love the same truths that were so precious to them. In some of the other booklets in this series we have told how men and women in the sad days of Queen Mary's reign suffered martyrdom for the sake of Jesus, but in this booklet it is a girl we wish to refer to. Her name was Rose Allen, and she lived at Colchester, in Essex [England]. Only a girl; yes, but she was a true servant of King Jesus, and one who worthily represented Him, too. Her mother and father had long been suspected of heresy, and one morning very early, about two o'clock, the bailiff of Colchester and his called to take them both to prison for attending a gospel service. Her mother was far from well, and she asked her daughter to go to the kitchen and get her something to drink before she went to the prison. Rose went downstairs and found the kitchen full of rough men who had come with the bailiff. Among them was a man named Tyrell, who stopped Rose and told her to try to persuade her parents to recant, but she answered: "Master, they have a better Instructor than I, for the Holy Ghost doth teach them, Who I trust shall not suffer them to err." Tyrell then grew very angry and accused Rose of heresy, but the brave girl replied, "Sir, with that which you call heresy I worship my Lord God; I tell you the truth." "Then I perceive you will burn, gossip, with the rest for company's sake," said Tyrell. "No, sir, not for company's sake," said Rose "but for Christ's sake, if so be I am compelled; and I hope, in His mercies, if He call me to it, He will enable me to bear it." Then Tyrell the brutal coward, took the candle out of Rose's hand, grasped her wrist, and held her hand in the flame until "the tendons began to rack." Not a sound escaped Rose's lips, although the other hand that held the jug trembled a little, but that was all. "Wilt thou not cry?" Shouted Tyrell. "I have no cause, thank God," said Rose Tranquilly, "but rather to rejoice. You have more cause to weep than I, if you consider the matter well." Uttering a lot of bad words which I would be sorry to write, Tyrell at length let his victim go. "Yes," sneered Tyrell. "And if thou think it not well, then mend it." "Mend it!" repeated Rose. "Nay; Lord mend you and give you repentance, if it be His will. And now if you think it is good, begin at the feet and burn at the head also. For He that set you a-work shall pay you your wages one day, I warrant you." She wrapped up her hand in a rag and returned to her mother with the jug, but not a word did she say about her injured hand. . . . Continue Reading in Post 2 (of 2) From:  Religious Stories for Young and Old, Vol 1   Posted by: Jim B.   Link: http://www.oldtruth.com/blog.cfm/id.2.pid.727   Be the first to post a comment about this article        Home  |   About  |  Videos   |  Calvinism