Susanna tugged out a quilt scrap from under the burnt timbers of the chapel. How could God allow His temple to be destroyed? How was it that her beloved husband died, while greedy thieves like Frederic Bucannon gloried in pleasure? She wondered at God’s leading. If Montana had told her of all these changes in Orchard Valley, she’d have been sorely tempted to settle in Sacramento.
“They have cast fire into thy sanctuary, they have defiled by casting down the dwelling place of thy name to the ground.
For God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of the earth.
O let not the oppressed return ashamed: let the poor and needy praise thy name.”
—Psalm 74:7, 12, 21 KJV