“He shall let go my captives, not for price nor reward, saith the Lord of Hosts.” Isaiah 45:13

Here we have a prophecy of the Lord Jesus Christ, uttered by Isaiah many centuries ago, which was fulfilled literally by Jesus during his short ministry on this earth. How sad it would be if the Scriptures did not tell us that He is the same, yesterday, today, and forever! How empty life would be for all of us! What despondency would o’er take us! Thank God, Jesus is the same, and because He has never changed we may expect the same works to be performed by Him today. Wherever there are obedient hearts who will trust Him, blessings of life and full salvation still come. He is still letting captives go free, captives of sin and pain. For His glory alone we give the following account of one of these deliverances in a very fanatical town called San Gil.

In the latter part of September, while doing visitation work in the homes, unknown to us sat a poor crippled woman in one boarding house listening to the Gospel message. We could not see her, neither could she get a glimpse at us, but the message was heard only, as she sat in the small dark room, unable to get off her bed because of the pains in her legs from rheumatism. For six and one half long months she had been a victim to this awful disease which held her captive, but for some 60 odd years, Satan had held her soul captive in the Roman Catholic System where she learned nothing of the life-giving Saviour. After trying many medicines all hope began to disappear, until that glorious afternoon when the God of all comforts comforted her with the message of His dear Son. She had been carried there by her son, with whom she stayed thinking that the climate of this town would help her.

As she listened to the Word of God being explained to others in the corredor, hope and living faith sprung up within her heart, so she sent her grandson who had already bought a penny gospel, to call us in to talk with her. We were only too glad to have an opportunity to witness for the Master, so immediately we entered the little room where she was sitting with the little Gospel of Luke in her hand. At first we thought she was going to scold us for having sold this little book to her grandson, but as we sat down she gave us a big smile as she said, “I like this, will you tell me more about it.”

We opened the Word and began to tell her about Him who had come to set free the captives and how He had shed His precious blood, not only to save but to heal them. As a child receives its nourishment she received the Word of God. After praying for her an unspeakable joy came into her heart for she had let the mighty Deliverer enter into her life. It was not long before she laid aside her escapularios and rosary beads, and in place of these hellish charms, the Word of God which her son had bought her, had its rightful place, in her life as she read it daily. Day by day new life came into her body and inside of three whole weeks she was walking as any healthy woman would walk without her cane.

Does it pay to leave home and country and answer the Master’s call, “Who will go?” “A thousand times yes” we answer, for there is no greater joy in all this earth like the joy of seeing these souls who have been bound by the devil these many years set free from sin and pain and walking in the Truth. The apostle John said this was his joy, and it is ours too, and certainly it should be the supreme joy of every true child of God.

But how can they walk in Truth if the Truth is kept from them? Their teachers tell them that the Bible is a bad book and they must not read it. Are we who have the Truth going to sit back and not share with them our joy? The Author of Truth will hold us responsible if we do not give that which He has given us so freely.

Dear reader, may God help you to hear the call of God through these few lines, and give you grace to say, “Here am I Lord, Send even me.” Colombia, the Neglected Republic, needs you and the Truth.

Thomas and Hannah Lowe in Colombia

Thomas Ernest Lowe delivered this message to assemblies in Maryland in the early 1930’s before leaving long-term for the mission field in Colombia in 1936.

Mr. Lowe, an able and zealous minister, seeing the great abundance of Gospel opportunity for North Americans and realizing the scarcity of that same opportunity for millions in South America, set out in the 1930’s for Colombia, to survey the spiritual landscape, and was joined there by his wife, Hannah. They worked together until Mr. Lowe, still a relatively young and most vigorous man, died in the capital city of Bogotá in 1941. Mrs. Lowe, vibrant in service to her Lord until her final days, died at Jerusalem in June 1983, having spent a year in the beloved City.