The only thing that seemed to trouble old Dinah was that she couldn't
help others; that she couldn't do any thing for her Lord and Saviour.
"I am so black and ugly," she would say, "and so old and lame and poor,
that I a'n't fit to speak to any body; but I'll pray, I'll pray."
She managed to hobble to church; and there, from her high seat in
the gallery,--poor colored people must always have the highest seats
in the house of God,--she could look all around the congregation.
She took especial notice of the young men and women that came
into church; and what do you think she did? Why, she would select
this one and that one to pray for, that they might be converted.
She would find out their names, and something about them; and then
she would ask God, a great many times every day, that he would send
his Holy Spirit to them, and give them new hearts. They didn't know
any thing about her, of course, nor what she was doing. By and by,
she would hear the glad news that they had come to Christ. Then she
would choose others. These were converted, too; and by and by there
was a great revival in the church, and many sinners were saved.
After a time, there came a large crowd to join the church,
and number themselves among the Lord's people; and poor old Dinah
saw twelve young men, and several young women stand up in the aisle
that day, and give themselves publicly to God, whom she had picked
out and prayed for in this way. Oh, she was so happy, then!
Her old eyes overflowed with tears of joy, and she couldn't stop
thanking and praising God.

Now this was the good old creature that Henry Wallace thought
might have to go to another heaven, because her skin was black.
Do YOU think God would need to make another heaven for her?
No, indeed. But I'll tell you, dear children, what I think.
If there is a place in heaven higher and nearer God than another,