Personal Experiences of S.O. Susag | Page 7

all had left the
tent except Bro. Tubbs and myself, and as I was not making any move
towards leaving the tent Brother Tubbs asked me whether I was not
going home. I answered, "No, those people who threatened to cut me to
pieces are coming back to pull the tent down and I want to be here
when they come, but you go on home; I want to be here alone." But he
said, "No, I will not leave you."
It was about a hundred rods or more to the house where we were
staying and there was no other house near by. We put out the lights and
sat waiting. A number of times Bro. Tubbs urged that we go home,
declaring that no one would come, but at almost midnight a plank was
thrown on the tent and out ran Brother Tubbs for home; and then just as
I was coming out of the tent a big plank was thrown on me, striking my
right shoulder and also hit my head. It might have been quite serious
but that I was wearing a stiff derby hat at the time. As it was, I was
almost knocked out.

I said to them--there were between fifty and seventy of them, "Just a
minute men, I am alone here; please do not destroy the tent; it has no
feelings. Take me and cut me in pieces as you said you wanted to do. If
I have done anything wrong I am willing to suffer for it." This I said as
I walked slowly toward them, "But if it is because I have preached the
Word of God to you folks and you do not receive it, you will meet it at
the judgment bar of God," and I continued to walk toward them. They
said, "Do not come so near." "Are you afraid of me?" I asked as I
continued preaching to them. Then they commenced backing up.
Finally, it seemed I had no more to say. One man said, "Give us more
of that." At this point Brother Tubbs appeared with eight of the
brethren, whereupon the crowd turned and ran for their rigs and
vanished into the darkness.
About eighteen months later I held another meeting in this same
community and the attendance was very good. A number of the same
people who had claimed that they wanted to cut me to pieces were also
there. Eight souls had gotten saved and the attendance was increasing.
All of a sudden, as I was closing the service, the Spirit of the Lord said
to me, "This is your last service here. You will leave in the morning on
the 4 o'clock train for Grand Meadows, Minn." Saint and sinner alike,
said, "You can't close now; look at the manifest interest and the
growing attendance!" "But," I said, "the Lord tells me to close." They
insisted that it could not be that they all were wrong and I the only one
that was right. So I consented to stay, but had I but left on that morning
train I would have escaped the terrible storm that swept over that part
of the country. As it was, I could neither get away nor continue the
meeting. On the farm where I was staying they had to have a rope
extended between the house and the barn for two days in order to find
the way from one building to the other.
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I had held a number of revivals for Brother Millar of Racine, Wisconsin.
One time, in this connection, I had a dream that I saw a pasture with
green grass and beautiful sparkling water running through it and as nice
a flock of sheep as I ever saw were feeding in it. But in this beautiful
pasture that should have been utilized for good pasture. I felt impressed
to tell Bro. Millar of my experience so wrote him of what I had seen in
my dream. In his prompt reply he said, "You had better come with your

'stump-pulling machine' and pull them out."
Some time later, on a very hot Sunday at noon I arrived in Racine, all
tired and worked out. I asked Bro. Millar whether there was to be an
afternoon service. I understood him to say, "No, there would not be." I
said to him, "I want no lunch so please take me to my room." And this
he did. I undressed immediately and was soon fast asleep, but before
long I felt my bed being shaken and heard someone speaking to me but
it seemed I just could not wake up. The shaking increased and I heard a
voice saying, "Brother Susag, Brother Susag." I looked up and there
was Brother Millar!