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Anecdotes and Illustrations 

By R. A. TORREY, D.D. 


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Anecdotes and Illustrations 



Author of " How to^' Bring Men to Christ^* 
and ** How to Pray,^ etc. 

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Publisher's Note 

The value of an apt illustration can hardly be 
over-estimated. It is oftentimes the entering wedge 
or the clinching conclusion for the more serious 
argument. At times it is both. Mr. D. L. Moody 
used to say that a sermon without illustrations was 
like a house without windows. To one of his ablest 
associates, one second to none as a Bible expositor, 
he would frequently say, " You don't put enough 
windows in your sermons. No one can do it better, 
but you get so interested in your subject you go on 
and on with argument and proof texts until the au- 
dience is weary. You want to wake them up : let 
them see out and in through a window — use pointed 

One does not need to say the preacher referred to 

was not Dr. Torrey, for his use of apt stories largely 

drawn from his own wide and varied experience, 

add largely to the effective ministry of his power- 

^ ful addresses. 

^ The collection of stories and illustrations here 
^gathered has had Dr. Torrey's careful revision, but 
><for the form of publication and especially for the 
I© addition of illustrations and portraits, the publisher 
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Anecdotes and Illustrations 

A Deacon Who Went Fishing on Sunday 

One night when I arose to preach in the Chicago 
Avenue Church I saw sitting just to my left in the 
front seat underneath the gallery one of my dea- 
cons and side by side with him a flashily-dressed 
and hard-looking man. I at once concluded that 
he was a sporting man and I said to myself, " Dea- 
con Young has been fishing to-day." It is a good 
thing to have deacons that go fishing on Sunday — 
fishing for souls. Every little while as I was 
preaching, I would turn around and look at that 
man. His eyes were riveted upon me. He was 
paying the closest attention. Evidently the whole 
scene was strange to him and some power, mysteri- 
ous to him, had taken hold of him. When we went 
to the inquiry room below. Deacon Young brought 
him along. I was late talking to inquirers that 
night, and about eleven o'clock Deacon Young 
came over to me as I finished with one inquirer 
and said, " Come over here and talk to a man that 
I have." I went over. It was this big sporting 
man. He was shaking and groaning with emotion. 
" Oh," he groaned, " I don't know what is the mat- 



ter with me. I never felt like this before in all my 
life. I never was in a place like this before," he 
continued. " My mother keeps a gambling house 
in Omaha, and we are Koman Catholics, but this 
afternoon as I was going down the street over 
here, I saw some of your men holding an open air 
meeting. As I passed, one of them rose to speak. 
I had known him before when he was leading a 
wild life, and out of curiosity I stopped to listen. 
I listened until he was done speaking and then con- 
tinued on my way, intending to go down on Cot- 
tage Grove Avenue to meet some men to pass the 
afternoon gambling. But I had not gone two 
blocks before some strange power took hold of me 
and brought me back to the meeting. When the 
meeting broke up, this man (pointing to Deacon 
Young) brought me to your church to the Yoke 
Fellow's Supper, and then to the meeting after- 
wards, then took me up-stairs to hear you preach. 
Then he brought me down here. Oh," he groaned 
again, " I don't know what is the matter with me. 
I feel awful. I never felt this way before in all 
my life." " I will tell you what is the matter with 
you," I said. " You are under conviction of sin. 
The Spirit of God is dealing with you. Will you 
take Christ as your Saviour ? " The huge man fell 
on his knees on the floor and commenced to cry to 
God for mercy. Jesus Christ met him there. His 
sobs ceased, a look of peace came into his face and 
he left the building rejoicing in Christ. 


An Infidel Converted Beside a Coffin 

A YOUNG lady in the Bible Institute, Chicago, 
started to call upon every family on a certain street 
in the poorer quarter of the city. One day she 
pushed open a door and found a man lying ill in 
bed, dying with consumption. When she began to 
speak to him, he told her crossly that he was an 
infidel and did not believe in the Bible. She spoke 
a few words and left. The next day she took him 
a glass of jelly, and the next day took him some 
other delicacy and a few days after that something 
else. She kept up her kindly ministrations for 
about a month. One Sunday afternoon she came 
to me as I was leaving my Bible class and said, 
" There is an infidel dying down on Milton Avenue. 
I know you are very busy, but could you not take 
a few moments to go and see him ? " " Yes," I re- 
plied, " I will go now." She took me to the home 
and introduced me to the man and left. I sat down 
by his bed and asked if I could read from the Bible 
to him. He replied that I could. I read him a 
part of the fifth chapter of Komans, dwelling upon 
the places that told of God's love for the sinner. I 
read him the place where it told how Jesus Christ 
bore all our sins in His own body on the cross. 
Then I asked if I could pray. I knelt by his bed. 
I felt his time was short. I asked God to open his 
eyes to see that he was a lost sinner, and also to 
open his eyes to see that Jesus had borne all his 
sins in His own body on the cross, and to show him 
that h© could find pardon and salvation then and 


there by simply trusting in Jesus. When I finished 
the prayer I began to sing in a low tone, 

" Just as I am without one plea, 
But that Thy blood was shed for me, 
And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee — 
O Lamb of God, I come, I come." 

I sang on verse after verse. When I reached the 
last verse he broke in in a feeble voice (he had evi- 
dently heard the song somewhere in his boyhood 
days) and he sang with me, 

"Just as I am — Thou wilt receive. 
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, 
Because Thy promise I believe — 
O Lamb of God, I come, I come ! '* 

When we had finished, I looked up and said, " Did 
you really come ? " He said, " I did." I talked 
with him a little while and found that he really 
was trusting in the Saviour. That night he passed 
away to be with Him. 

His wife, who was a Koman Catholic, came to 
me the next day and asked if I would conduct the 
funeral. I said I would. Around the cofiin were 
gathered a considerable number of his old infidel 
friends. I told them the story of his death ; how 
his infidelity had failed him in that trying hour and 
how he had been led to see his need of the Saviour 
and that Jesus Christ was just the Saviour he 
needed, and how he had been led to accept Christ. 
Then I said, " Are there any of you here to-day who 
have been infidels who will accept Jesus Christ as 


your Saviour ? " A stalwart man standing on the 
other side of the coffin reached his hand across to 
me and said, " I have been an infidel with him. I 
have sympathized with him in all his views, but I 
now give them up and take Jesus Christ as my 

The Holy Spirit's Power to Convict of Sin 

The officers of Chicago Avenue Church were 
greatly troubled at one time that there was not 
more conviction of sin in the meetings, and had a 
number of prayer meetings that God might send 
His Holy Spirit in mighty convicting power. 

Not long after that, one Sunday night as I was 
preaching, I noticed a man in the front seat in the 
gallery to my left, leaning forward listening most 
intently. A great diamond flashed upon his shirt 
front and he had every appearance of a sporting 
man. He proved to be a travelling man but was 
also leading a sporting life. In the midst of my 
sermon, without any intention of drawing the net 
at the time, but simply to drive a point home and 
make it definite, I said, " Who will accept Jesus 
Christ to-night ? " Scarcely had the words left my 
lips when this man sprang to his feet and cried so 
that it rang through the church like a pistol shot, " I 
will," and sank back into his seat overcome with 
emotion. His action produced a sensation in the 
audience like a shock of electricity. I saw it was 
no time to finish the sermon. I was not there to 
save sermons but to save souls, and I immediately 


gave the invitation. I said, "Who else in this 
building will accept Jesus Christ here and now as his 
personal Saviour ? " Ail over the church men and 
women, young and old, began to rise to their feet 
and a large company that night accepted Jesus 
Christ. Among the number was an old v^hite- 
haired colonel belonging to a very wealthy family 
in the east, but who was entirely overcome with 
strong drink. His family had sent him out to 
Chicago and boarded him at a hotel there while he 
drank himself to death, but that night the Spirit of 
God touched his heart. 

Saved at Ninety-two 

When we were in Warrnambool, Australia, for 
two or three successive nights, I noticed an old man 
sitting up in the front seats drinking in every word 
I said. I afterwards learned that he was ninety- 
two years of age. One night after having come 
two or three times, when I gave out the invitation, 
this old man rose to his feet and professed to accept 
Christ. It was a very clear case of conversion. He 
said, " I have never been to a religious meeting since 
I was ten years of age until these meetings began, 
but I have been led to see myself a sinner and to 
accept Jesus Christ as my Saviour." He was a 
very happy convert. Every day he would come 
and whenever he could he would bring others and 
he was always ready to testify to the saving grace 
of God. It filled our hearts with joy to think how 
this old man was plucked from the fire at the last 


moment but how much more it meant for the king- 
dom when some of the children of Warrnambool at 
the age of eight or nine accepted Jesus Christ as 
their Saviour. This old man was a soul saved, 
"saved so as by fire," but with little work accom- 
plished for the Master. The boy of eight who was 
converted was a soul saved, plus fifty, or sixty or 
seventy or eighty years of service. 

Do You Believe Thai, Sir ? 

One night when I was speaking in a hall on the 
ground floor in Washington Avenue, there stag- 
gered into the room a man very much under the in- 
fluence of liquor. He had once been prominent in 
his home town, postmaster of the town, but he had 
gone down through drink. He had drifted to 
Minneapolis. For a while he served beer in one of 
the lowest dens in the city, but afterwards became 
too low even for that and was kicked out on to the 
street. This night everything he had in the world 
but one small coin was gone. As he entered the 
hall, which by mistake he had taken for a saloon, 
his hat was on his head, a cigar in his mouth and he 
began to stagger down the aisle. A lady by the 
door stepped up to him and kindly asked him to 
take off his hat and let her have his cigar. Then 
she conducted him down the aisle to a seat near the 
front. Just as he took his seat, a man who had 
formerly been in the deepest depths of degradation 
was giving his testimony to the saving power of 
Christ. The drunken man leered up at me as the 


other man gave his testimony and said with a hic- 
cough, " Do you believe that, sir ? '* " Yes, sir," I 
replied, " I know that story is true. I know this 
man, and what is more the same Jesus that saved 
him can save you." Then as the other man finished 
his testimony I turned to him and said: "Joe, 
take this man out into my office and talk with 
him." He took him out into my office and talked 
with him and kept him there until the meeting was 
over. Then I went out and found him partly 
sobered and was able to point him to Christ. He 
went away that night with the knowledge of sins 
forgiven. He was taken to a cheap lodging house 
where he spent the night. The next day he found 
work, very humble work but enough to pay for his 
lodging and food. In a little while he found a bet- 
ter position and soon a still better one. He entered 
the employ ^^of one of the large railways entering 
Minneapolis. He soon won the confidence of his 
employers. He was beginning to think about going 
to Chicago to prepare for Christian work when his 
health broke down. The company that employed 
him were very kind to him and sent him to the 
southwest in the hope that he would recover his 
health but he gradually failed and in a few months 
died of rapid consumption. At his death his mother, 
who had rejoined him sent me a letter telling of his 
last days, days of triumph, and also sending me the 
last picture he had had taken. For years that pic- 
ture stood on my mantel with his story written on 
the back of it. To have looked into the face one 
would never have thought that it was the face of a 


man who had been down into the deepest depths of 
degradation. It was a frank, open, genial, true 
Christian face. But the same Lord and Saviour 
Jesus Christ who transformed this man's life can 
transform yours. 

A Deep Spiritual Concern for Your Soul 

In a small country town there was an infidel 
blacksmith. He was a hard-headed, well-read man, 
strong in argument. An old deacon in the town 
became deeply interested in this infidel blacksmith 
and determined to lead him to Christ. He studied 
up as best he could all the infidel arguments and the 
answers to them. When he thought he had all the in- 
fidel arguments and answers at his fingers' ends, he 
called on the blacksmith and engaged him in con- 
versation, but the blacksmith was far more than a 
match for him in argument and in a few moments 
had fought the old deacon to a standstill. The old 
deacon knew that he was right, but he could not 
prove it to the blacksmith. He burst into tears and 
said, " Well, I cannot argue with you, but I simply 
want to say, I have a deep spiritual concern for your 
soul," and then left the shop. 

The deacon made his way home and went in to 
his wife and said, "I am only a botch on God's 
work. God knows I am sincere and that I really 
do desire the salvation of the blacksmith but I could 
not meet him in argument. He laid me out cold in 
five minutes." Then the deacon went into his own 
room by himself and knelt down. " Oh, God," he 


cried, ''I am only a botch on Thy work. Thou 
knowest that I sincerely desired to lead the black- 
smith to Thee, but I could not talk with him. Oh, 
God, I am only a botch on Thy work." 

But soon after the deacon had left the blacksmith 
shop, the blacksmith went into the house and said 
to his wife, " Deacon brought up an argu- 
ment to-day that I never heard before. He said he 
had a deep spiritual concern for my soul. What 
did he mean ? " His wife was a canny woman and 
said, " You had better go and ask him." The 
blacksmith hung up his apron and went cross lots 
to the deacon's home. Just as he stepped on the 
front porch, through the open window he heard the 
deacon's prayer, " Oh, God, I am only a botch on 
Thy work. Thou knowest that I sincerely desired 
to lead the blacksmith to Thee but I could not talk 
with him. Oh, God, I am only a botch on Thy 
work." He pushed the door open and went into 
the room where the deacon was kneeling and said, 
" Deacon, you are no botch on God's work. I 
thought I knew all the arguments for Christianity 
and could answer them but you brought up an 
argument I never heard before. You said you had 
a deep spiritual concern for my soul. Won't you 
pray for me ? " and the blacksmith broke down and 
accepted Christ. Eeal earnestness and love succeed 
where all argument fails. 


How the Devil Got Us an Audience 

One night all of my workers that were to help 
me in an open air meeting failed to come except 
one man. This man could not sing much better 
than I could, and I turned to him and said, " George, 
shall we go out and try to hold an open air meet- 
ing ? " And he said, " Yes, let us go anyhow." 
We went to the corner where we usually held the 
meeting and stood in the road facing the sidewalk 
and began to sing to an audience of one. Our 
singing did not seem to attract any one that night, 
but soon a drunken man came along, and thought 
he would have some fun. He began to shout and 
dance and go through all sorts of antics in the 
street right beside us, and the crowds began to 
gather together to watch him. When the crowd 
was large enough, I held him by the hand and said 
to my companion, " Now, George, give your testi- 
mony." He commenced to tell what the Lord had 
done for him and also to preach a short sermon, 
using the drunken man as a text. When he had 
finished, he held the drunken man by the hand to 
keep him quiet and I spoke, using the drunken man 
as a text. Hardened characters in the audience 
began to say, "I would not like to be in that 
drunken man's place." But God blessed the Word 
and we had one of the best meetings we ever had. 
We had been unable to draw a crowd but the drunken 
man had drawn the crowd for us and then God had 
given us the message. 


The Meanest Thief in Minneapolis 

I WAS preaching one hot summer night in Min- 
neapolis. The room was packed, mostly with men. 
The windows had been taken out of the cases to 
get a little additional fresh air. "When I gave out 
the invitation a man arose by one of these windows 
near a door. As soon as I pronounced the benedic- 
tion, he shot through the door, not waiting for the 
after-meeting. I forgot all about the after-meeting 
and saw only that man. I do not know to this day 
what became of the after-meeting. I reached him 
just as he was about to go down the stairway. I 
laid my hand on his shoulder and said, " My friend, 
you stood up to-night to say you wished to become 
a Christian." " Yes." " Why did you not stay to 
the after-meeting ? " " It is no use." " God loves 
you," I said. " You don't know who you are talk- 
ing to," he replied, "I am the meanest thief in 
Minneapolis." " Well," I said, " if you are the 
meanest thief in Minneapolis, I can prove God loves 
you," and I opened my Bible to Eomans 5 : 8, 
"God commendeth His love towards us, in that 
while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." 
" Now," I said," " if you are the meanest thief in 
Minneapolis, you are certainly a sinner, and this 
verse says that God loves sinners." It touched the 
man's heart and he went quietly with me to my 
office. " I was released from prison," he said, 
" to-day, and started out to-night with three com- 
panions to commit one of the most daring burglar- 
ies that was ever committed in Minneapolis. By 


to-morrow morning I would either have had a pile 
of money, or a bullet in my body. I passed by the 
corner and heard your open air meeting. A Scotch- 
man was speaking. I am a Scotchman and my 
mother was Scotch. When I heard that Scotch 
tongue, it made me think of my mother. The 
other night in prison I dreamed of my mother. I 
dreamed that she came to me and besought me to 
give up the evil life I was leading. When I heard 
that Scotchman speak it brought it all back. I 
stopped and listened and my companions tried to 
pull me along but I would not go. They cursed 
me but still I stayed. When you gave out your 
invitation for your meeting in the hall, I followed 
you and listened to your sermon." 

I explained to him the way of life and he ac- 
cepted the Saviour. We knelt side by side in 
prayer. He offered the most wonderful prayer 
but one I ever heard in my life, and went out of 
my office rejoicing in the knowledge of sins for- 

A short time before the meanest thief in Minne- 
apolis but now a happy child of God. 

Forgiven by Both Fathers 

Some years ago an English farmer, William 
Dorset, was preaching in London. In the course of 
his sermon he said, *' There is not a man in all 
London whom Jesus Christ cannot save." 

At the close of the meeting a lady missionary in 
London came to him and said, " Mr. Dorset, did 


you say that there wasn't a man in all London that 
Jesus Christ cannot save ? " " Yes, madam, that is 
what I said." " Well, there is a man here in Lon- 
don I wish you would see. He says that he is be- 
yond salvation." " I will go and see him to- 
morrow morning," replied Mr. Dorset, " if you will 
take me to him." They started out early the next 
morning for East London, stopped before a high, 
wretched tenement building. ^' You will find him," 
she said, " in the top story in the back room. You 
had better go up alone as he will talk more freely 
with you than if some one else is with you." Mr. 
Dorset began to climb the stairs. Each flight of 
stairs seemed more wretched and filthy than the 
one that preceded it. At last he reached the top 
story and found the door hanging by one hinge 
which he pushed open as best he could. There was 
not a window in the room but when his eye became 
accustomed to the darkness, over in the corner he saw 
a young man lying on a pile of filthy straw. He 
walked softly across the floor and leaned over the 
young man and said, "My friend." The young 
man looked up with a start and said, " You are 
mistaken, sir, I am not your friend ; you are not 
my friend. I haven't a friend in the world." 
" Yes, you have," said Mr. Dorset, *' I am your 
friend and what is better Jesus Christ is your 
Friend too." " No," he replied, " Jesus Christ is no 
Friend of mine. I have disobeyed His laws. I 
have trampled Him under foot all my life, and He 
is no Friend of mine." " Yes, He is," insisted Mr. 
Dorset, and sat down by his side and from the 


Bible proved that Jesus Christ was the Friend of 
sinners and his Friend, The young man listened 
to the story of redeeming love and at last put his 
trust in Jesus Christ and found pardon. Then he 
turned to Mr. Dorset and said, "My Heavenly 
Father has forgiven me. I could die happy if I 
only knew my earthly father had forgiven me 
also." " I will go and see him," said Mr. Dorset. 
" Ko, I don't wish you to do that. You would only 
be insulted. My father does not allow my name to 
be mentioned in his presence. He has taken it oif 
the family register. He has not allowed my name 
to be mentioned to him for two years." " I will go 
and see him anyway," said Mr. Dorset. He se- 
cured his address, and hurried to the West End of 
London where the father lived. It was in a beauti- 
ful mansion. He was met at the door by a liveried 
servant and taken into the reception-room. The 
father, a fine-looking English gentleman, soon 
came into the room, and extended his hand in a 
cordial way towards Mr. Dorset. " I have come to 
speak to you about your son Joseph," said Mr. 
Dorset. The father dropped his hand as if he had 
been shot. " I have no son Joseph," he said. " I 
do not allow that young man's name to be men- 
tioned in my presence. I have had it taken off the 
family register. I simply want to tell you if you 
have had anything to do with that young man, you 
are being deceived. Good day." He turned upon 
his heel and started to leave the room. As he was 
about to cross the threshold Mr. Dorset said in a 
gentle voice, ** Well, he is your son anyway, but he 


won't be very long." The father turned around 
quickly and said, " Is Joseph dying ? " " Yes, he is 
dying. I haven't come to ask you to do anything 
for him. I do not ask you even to pay his funeral 
expenses. I will gladly do that ; but his Heavenly 
Father has forgiven him and he says he could die 
happy if only his earthly father would forgive him 
too." "Forgive him," said the father, "I would 
have forgiven him long ago if he had only asked it. 
Take me to him." The gentleman ordered his car- 
riage and they hurried down to the wretched tene- 
ment in the East End of London, hurried up the 
stairs and to the dark room where the son lay 
dying. As the father entered the door the son 
looked up and said, " Father, my Heavenly Father 
has forgiven me. I could die happy if you would 
forgive me too." " Forgive you," cried the father 
as he hurried across the floor, " I would have for- 
given you long ago if you had only asked it." The 
boy was too ill to be moved and the gentleman 
sank on the floor by his side and took his son's head 
upon his shoulder and he died happy, knowing that 
his Heavenly Father had forgiven him and his 
earthly father had forgiven him too. God stands 
ready now to forgive any sinner, even the vilest 
and most hopeless who will trust Him. 

No Greater Joy 
One of the greatest joys on earth is the joy of 
bringing others to a saving knowledge of Christ. 
I have heard people tell that when they were con- 


verted the whole world seemed different ; that the 
sun seemed to shine with a new light ; there was 
new music in the song of the birds; all nature 
seemed clothed with new beauty and glory. I had 
no such experience when I was converted. In fact, 
I was converted in the middle of the night, and the 
sun was not shining at all. But I did have such an 
experience the first time I led another to the 
definite acceptance of Jesus Christ as a personal 

Looking across one of Mr. Moody's inquiry meet- 
ings in the city of New Haven, I saw a young lady 
that I had known when I was living a worldly life. 
I went over to her and spoke to her and invited her 
to accept the Saviour that I had found, but she was 
stubborn and unwilling to give up the world. I 
dealt with her for two solid hours and seemed to be 
making but little headway. Then at the very close 
she yielded and accepted Christ. When I left the 
building where this decision was made, it was nearly 
sunset in the spring-time ; the whole world seemed 
to have a beauty in it that I had never seen in it 
before. It literally seemed as if I had never seen 
such a light in the sun, nor such beauty in the 
flowers and trees and grass. It seemed as if I were 
walking on air. My heart was filled with a joy I 
had never known before. There is no joy like the 
joy of saving men and it is possible for every child 
of God, no matter how humble nor how ungifted, 
to have this joy. 


A Converted Jewess 

When after an absence of two years from Amer- 
ica, I returned to spend a month with my church in 
Chicago, I found that a young Jewish woman, a 
very brilliant woman in the work she had to do, 
had been converted during my absence. Her con- 
version was very genuine. She was full of love to 
Christ as Jews generally are when they are con- 
verted. She went to the place where she worked, 
a well known house in Chicago, and commenced 
talking of Christ to the other employees. Some of 
them did not like it, and they went to the head of 

the firm and said, " Miss — is constantly talking 

to us about Christ. We don't like it." The man- 
ager of the firm called her in and said, " We have 
no objection to Christianity, no objection to your 
being a Christian. We think it is a good thing, but 
you must not talk it about this establishment." 
" Yery well," she said, " I will not work in a place 
where I cannot take Christ with me and talk for my 
Master." She had a family to support, an aged 
mother and other members of the family, and did 
not know where she was going — just converted 
from Judaism to Christianity. But she would not 
give up her loyalty to her new Master. " Yery 
well," they said, " you will have to lose your posi- 
tion." "Yery well," she said, "I will give up my 
position before I will be disloyal to Jesus Christ." 
They said, " Yery well, go back to your work." 
She went back to her work expecting every day to 
receive her dismissal. At the end of the week she 


received a letter from the manager. " Here is my 
discharge," she said as she tore it open. The head 
of tiie establishment said, " We have a place of 
greater responsibility than the one you now occupy 
and with a larger salary than you are getting. We 
think you are just the person for the place, and we 
offer it to you." They saw she could be trusted. 
Business men are looking for men and women 
whom they can trust. 

The Greatest Sin a, Man Can Possibly Commit 

One night I was preaching in Chicago for an- 
other pastor. At the close of the service, the 
minister came to me and said, "I have a young 
man in my congregation who wishes to be a 
minister. I would like to have you talk with him." 
I replied, " Bring him to me after the after-meet- 
ing," and he brought the young man to me. He 
had one of the cleanest, finest, most open faces I 
ever saw in my life. I looked into the face of this 
young man and said, " Your pastor says you wish to 
enter the ministry." "Yes, I do." "Well," I 
said, " let me ask you a question. Are you a 
Christian ? " " Of course, I am a Christian," he 
answered, " I was brought up a Christian, and I am 
not going back on the training of my parents." I 
said, " Have you been born again ? " He said, 
" What ? " I said, " Have you ever been born 
again ? God says, * Except a man be born again, 
he cannot see the kingdom of God.' Have you 
ever been born again ? " He said, " I don't know 


what you are talking about. I have never heard of 
that before in all my life." I said, " My friend, see 
here ; do you know that you have committed the 
greatest sin that a man can commit ? " " No," he 
said, " I never did in my life. You don't understand 
me. I have been very carefully reared. My life has 
been a most exemplary life. I never committed 
the greatest sin that a man can commit — never! " I 
asked, "What do you think is the greatest sin a 
man can commit ? " " Why," he replied, " murder, 
of course." " You are greatly mistaken. Will you 
please read what Jesus says about it?" and I 
opened my Bible to Matt. 22 : 37, 38, and asked 
him to read. He read, "Jesus said unto him, 
*Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy 
heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. 
This is the first and greatest commandment.'" 
"Which commandment is that?" I asked. He 
replied, " The first and great commandment." " If 
this is the first and great commandment what 
is the first and great sin ? " " Not to keep this 
commandment." " Have you kept it ? Have you 
loved God with all your heart, and all your soul, 
and all your mind? Have you put God first in 
everything — God first in business, God first in poli- 
tics, God first in pleasure, God first in study, God 
first in everything ? " " No, sir," he said, " I have 
not." "What have you done then?" "I have 
broken this commandment." " Which command- 
ment is it ? " " The first and the great command- 
ment." " What have you done then ? " He replied, 
"I have broken the first and greatest. of God's 


commandments. I have committed the greatest 
sin a man can commit, but I never saw it before 
in all my life." And so have you, though, perhaps, 
you never saw it before in all your life. 

An Angry Father Converted 

When I lived in Minneapolis a child of a man 
deep down in sin had been converted. This greatly 
angered the father. One day I was holding an 
open air meeting at the foot of Washington Ave- 
nue. The father thought he saw his opportunity 
to have revenge. He got a basket of rotten eggs, 
and went up on the top of an adjoining building to 
throw the eggs at us as we held the meeting. But 
as he stood on the top of the building and was 
about to throw the eggs, the Spirit of God touched 
his heart and brought him under the deepest con- 
viction of sin. 

At the close of our meeting that night in our 
hall, a tall muscular man with a hardened face that 
bore the marks of long-continued sin, came to me 
overwhelmed with grief and asked me to pray for 
him. He said, "This afternoon when you were 
speaking down at the foot of Washington Avenue, 
I went up on the top of the building with a basket 
of rotten eggs to rotten-egg you, but I became 
overwhelmed with a sense of sin and I have come 
up here to-night for you to tell me what to do to be 
saved." It was easy work to lead him to a knowl- 
edge of Jesus Christ as the One who had borne all 
his sins in His own body on the cross, and the man 


left the hall that night rejoicing in the knowledge 
of sins forgiven. 

The Other Half of the Gospel 

A MAN came to me one day in Chicago and said, 
" I want to talk with you." Mr. Moody was away, 
so I took him into Mr. Moody's room, and asked, 
" What do you want to talk with me about ? " 
He said, " I am a Scotchman. When I was seven 
years old over in Scotland, I started to read my 
Bible through. Before I had read long, I came to 
a place where it said that if a man should keep the 
law of God a hundred years, and then break it, 
he was under the curse of a broken law. Is that 
right ? " " Well," I said, " the Bible does not put 
it in just those words, but it amounts to that. It 
says, * Cursed is every man that continueth not in all 
the things that are written in the Book of the Law 
to do them.'" "Well," he said, "that is what I 
found, and I knew I had already broken the law of 
God, though I was only seven years old, and I was 
under the curse of a broken law. I was plunged 
into the deepest distress. Though I was only a 
child of seven, I wept over my sins often by day 
and often by night. I was in distress of soul for 
a whole year, but I kept on reading my Bible, and 
at last I got over to the New Testament, and read 
John 3 : 16, * God so loved the world that He gave 
His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in 
Him should not perish but have everlasting life.' 
I saw that Jesus died for my sins, and my burden 


all rolled away, and I was perfectly happy. Was I 
converted ? " " Well," I said, " that sounds like an 
evangelical conversion." 

"Wait a moment," he said, "and listen to the 
rest of my story. I grew up to manhood ; I moved 
to America ; I came over here to Chicago ; I went 
to work in the stockyards, and live down there. 
You know it is a hard place. I have got to drink- 
ing, and every little while I go off on a drunk. 
Now, what I want to know is this, is there any way 
I can get victory over drink and over all sin ? " 
" You have come just to the right place to get an an- 
swer to your question," I replied, " I can tell you 
the way. You have only believed half the Gospel, 
and therefore youVe got only half a salvation. 
Listen to the whole Gospel." I opened my Bible 
to 1 Cor. 15 ; 1-4 and I read, " ' This is the Gospel 
that I have preached unto you . . . that Christ 
died for our sins, according to the Scriptures.' 
That is the first half of the Gospel but it is only 
half. Listen as I read on and you will see the 
other half, ' And that He was buried, and that He 
rose again the third day according to the Scrip- 
tures.' Do you believe that half of the Gospel 
also ? You have already believed in Christ cruci- 
fied and found pardon and peace, but the rest of 
the Gospel is that Christ rose again. Do you be- 
lieve that ? " " Oh, yes," he said, " I believe every- 
thing in the Bible." I said, " Do you believe that 
Jesus Christ rose again ? " He said, " I do." " Do 
you believe He has all power in heaven and on 
earth as He said He had ? " He said, " I do." 


" Well, if He has all power in heaven and on earth, 
He has power to set you free from the power of sin. 
Do you believe that ? " " Yes, I do." " Will you 
trust Him to do it now ? You have believed half 
the Gospel, you have got half a salvation. You 
have believed in a crucified Christ and got pardon ; 
now will you believe in a risen Christ and get vic- 
tory ? Will you trust Him now as the risen Sa- 
viour to set you free from the drink and other sin ? " 
He said, " I will." " Let us kneel down and tell 
God so." We knelt down. I prayed and he 
prayed. After he had prayed he looked up and 
said, " Lord Jesus, I have believed half the Gospel 
that Thou didst die in my place and I have found 
pardon and peace through believing it. I now be- 
lieve the other half of the Gospel that you rose 
again and have all power in heaven and on earth and 
have power to set me free from drink and sin and I 
trust you to do it. Set me free now." When he 
had finished, I said, " Do you really trust Him to 
do it ? " He said, " I do." We got up. I gave 
him a few words of advice and we separated. In 
a few weeks I received a letter from him, a very 
short letter, but very much to the point. He said, 
" I am so glad I came to see you. It works." 
Thank God it does work. A crucified Christ brings 
pardon ; a risen Christ brings deliverance from the 
power of sin the moment you believe. 


God Uses a Weak Instmment 

Befoee Mr. Alexander joined me in the work, he 
was engaged with another evangelist, much of their 
time being given to meetings in large tents. At 
one of their meetings in Iowa, a young fellow who 
was very illiterate was converted. Soon after his 
conversion, he came to Mr. Alexander and said, 
"Charlie, I want to go with you in the work." 
Mr. Alexander said, " Fred, you could not go with 
us in the work. You can scarcely read. What 
could you do ? " " Oh," he replied, " I could take 
care of the tent, black your boots, do anything, but 
I must go with you." Mr. Alexander thought it 
was only a whim and put him oJff, but the man was 
so insistent day after day that he decided to try 
him. He proved himself invaluable in many ways 
but to the surprise of all, he not only attended to 
the janitor work of the tent but proved a most effi- 
cient soul winner. So great was his earnestness 
and his spiritual power that people entirely over- 
looked his ungrammatical speech, and he succeeded 
with many cases where every one else failed. He 
not only led the most desperate cases among the 
lower classes to Christ, but also was used among 
the cultured and refined. He kept an accurate 
record of all those whom he led to Christ. In five 
years he was used of God in personal work to the 
salvation of 1,200 persons. 

Why did God so use him ? Because, though he 
had but little, all that he had and all that he was he 
gave up unreservedly to God. It was a case of ab- 


solute surrender, and God kept His promise and 
gave the Holy Spirit to the man who obeyed Him. 
(Acts 6 : 32.) 

How the Sun Burst Through the Clouds 

On the day of fasting and prayer in Dundee, the 
rain poured down in torrents during the morning 
hour of meeting. We were planning for a meeting 
at two o'clock in the afternoon in the open air. One 
of the brethren as he led in prayer, offered a very 
earnest and confident prayer that it v^ould clear off 
for the open air meeting, and as he closed his 
prayer expressed the utmost confidence that the 
prayer would be heard, that we should have clear 
weather at that hour. A good many that listened 
to the prayer were uneasy at the man's confidence 
and feared that God would be dishonoured by the 
prayer not being answered. One of the ministers 
said to Mr. Alexander, "That man ought not to 
have prayed that way. The barometer is going 
down all the time and there is no chance whatever 
of its clearing up." 

I went to my room and began to pray alone to 
God about the various interests of the work. Be- 
fore I finished the prayer, it was nearly two o'clock. 
I was led to pray that it would clear up and the 
sun shine during the afternoon meeting. As I 
opened my eyes, the sun burst through the clouds 
and streamed into my room. 

There was a great gathering for the open air 
meeting and God's Spirit was present in power, but 


no sooner had the open air meeting closed and the 
workers and others gotten back to Kinnaird Hall, 
than the rain began again and poured incessantly. 

Samed and Healed 

I SAT one day at my desk in my office in Min- 
neapolis, and a hard faced woman came in and asked 
me brusquely, " Have you any missionaries that you 
send to talk to dying people ? " " Yes," I replied. 
" Well," she said, " there is a woman dying around at 

'■ ' Street. I wish you would send a missionary 

around there." Soon after she had gone, two lady 
missionaries came in. I said to them, " A woman 
was just in here to have some one go around and 
talk to a dying woman. I judge from the woman's 
face and the locality where she lives, that the 
woman who is dying is an outcast. You and Selma 
hurry around and speak to her." The two mission- 
aries were gone a long time and came back with 
radiant faces. They told me how the woman who 
was dying from an awful and incurable disease, 
whom the doctor had given up entirely, was rejoic- 
ing in her new-found Saviour. The two mission- 
aries called again and were led to pray for the 
woman, who was now clearly converted, that she 
should also be raised up from the bed of sickness 
and healed. When they told me that they had 
offered this prayer, I was not at all clear that they 
had done wisely, for there was no human possibility 
of a cure, but God did hear the prayer and raised 
the woman up. She became an earnest active mem- 


ber of my church. The last I knew, which was 
several years after her restoration, she was still 
leading an earnest Christian life. 

*' Alt Things Working Together for Good^^ 

One Sunday afternoon we drove with our Gospel 
wagon down to a street in the city that was given 
up to vice in the lowest forms. We stopped in front 
of one of these dens of iniquity and began to sing 
Gospel hymns. The women flocked to the win- 
dows and out on to the street. Some of them were 
very drunk. One of the most drunken, urged on 
by her companions, made a sudden rush and sprang 
up the steps of the Gospel wagon and in among our 
workers. There was a great laugh, but instantly I 
said to the driver, " Drive on." And we went up 
the street carrying the drunken woman away to the 
dismay of her friends. We took her to our rooms 
and she soon became very much sobered. Wise 
Christian workers pointed her the way of life and 
she was soon in tears and before long on her knees 
looking to God through Christ to forgive her sins. 
The devil had overreached himself. 

God is Love 

When Mr. Moody built his tabernacle in Chicago, 
he was so anxious that every one that came there 
should learn one truth, namely, that " God is love," 
and so fearful that some day some preacher might 
stand in the pulpit and forget to tell the people that 


God is love, that he had these three words put into 
gas jets over the pulpit. So every night when the 
gas was lighted, there it blazed away over the 
preacher's head, " God is love." Whether the 
preacher told it to the people or not, they could see 
it for themselves in letters of fire. 

One night the tabernacle was lighted but the 
people had not yet gathered for the evening service. 
A poor drunkard coming up the street saw the door 
a little ajar and saw the light, and then stumbled 
up the steps hoping to find warmth and cheer 
within. As he pushed the door a little wider, his 
attention was directed to the sentence in the letters 
of fire above the pulpit, " God is love." He turned 
away, pulled the door to, went down the steps and 
went up the street muttering, " It is not so. That 
is not true. God is not love. If God was love. He 
would love me, and God does not love a miserable 
wretch like me. It is not true." But all the time, 
the words were burning down into his soul, " God 
is love. God is love." 

After awhile he turned about and retraced his 
steps, entered the church again, and took a seat 
back of the stove over in the corner. The people 
gathered and Mr. Moody ascended the platform and 
began to preach. All the time that Mr. Moody 
preached, the man was weeping in the corner. Mr. 
Moody's quick eye caught sight of him, and at the 
close of the service he hurried to him and sat down 
beside him. "What are you crying about, my 
friend?" he said gently. "What was it in the sermon 
that touched you ? " The man replied, " There was 


nothing in the sermon that touched me. I did not 
hear a word of your sermon." " Well, what was it 
then that touched you ?" asked Mr. Moody. " That 
sentence," pointing to the words in fire, " that sen- 
tence, * God is love,' that broke my heart." Mr. 
Moody opened his Bible and showed the man from 
the Bible how God loved him, and how Jesus was 
an all-sufficient Saviour for all who take Him. The 
man listened and accepted Christ, and went away 
that night a saved man. 

May these same words burn down deep into the 
heart of every hearer, and may you all be won by 
the love of God to you to love the God who loves 

First Sober Christmas in Ten Years 

One afternoon a wild looking Scandinavian 
rushed into the office in Minneapolis. My assistant, 
Mr. George Sanborn, was in the office. Mr. San- 
born is not a large man, and the Scandinavian was 
a big, burly fellow. He rushed towards Mr. San- 
born as if he were going to do him personal vio- 
lence. Though small, Mr. Sanborn was fearless. 
He sprang to his feet and said, *'What do you 
want?" "I want sympathy," the man cried. 
*' N'o," said Mr. Sanborn, " you want Jesus Christ. 
Jesus Christ and Jesus Christ alone can help you." 
In a moment the man was subdued and sank upon 
his knees, and Mr. Sanborn explained to him the 
way of life and he accepted the Saviour. 

On the following Christmas Day at our testi- 


mony service, this man arose and said, " I am so 
happy to-day. This is the first sober Christmas 
that I have spent in ten years. Jesus Christ has 
saved me." 

Three Silver Dollars 

OiSTE night I reached home from my work very 
late. There was no one in the house. My family 
were all out at Lake Minnetonka and I was to gO 
out to them the next morning by a very early train. 
I knew that they would be in need of money to 
buy ice and provisions and other things. When I 
took out my pocketbook to see how much money I 
had, I found to my dismay that while I had quite a 
little money, none of it belonged to me. It was all 
money that I had set apart for the Lord. The fare 
out to Lake Minnetonka was less than fifty cents 
but I did not have even enough to pay that, much 
less any to give the family when I reached there. 
What should I do ? There was no possibility of 
my seeing any one before the train left ; for most 
people would be in bed and the streets deserted as 
I walked to the station. I had taken the ground 
anyway that I would never borrow money from 
anybody for any purpose, for the scripture says, 
" Owe no man anything." Of course, the thought 
came to me to take the money I had set apart 
for the Lord and repay it some other time when 
I had more money, but I saw clearly that that 
would not do, that I had no more right to take 
the Lord's money for my own uses than I had to 


take any other person's. I knelt down and said, 
" Heavenly Father, I cannot honestly take the 
money that belongs to Thee. Thou hast never 
failed me in the past v^hen I have taken my stand 
absolutely on what is right, and I do not believe 
that Thou wilt fail me now. I will not touch the 
money that belongs to Thee. I cannot see where 
money will come from, but I must have it. Send 
me the money I need before five o'clock to-morrow 

I arose from my knees confident that the money 
■would come, but I could not see any possible way 
in which it would come. ISTo one would call at my 
house, there would be no letters, I would not see 
any one that I knew on my way over to the station. 

In a few minutes, I went up-stairs to my ofiice. 
I pulled open a drawer of the table to look for an 
account book. I had not opened that drawer for 
some time, but no sooner was the drawer opened 
than I saw lying before me three silver dollars. It 
seemed to me as if three silver dollars never looked 
so large as those did. I do not know how the three 
dollars came in the drawer. Of course, I do not 
think that any miracle was performed. I presume 
that I myself had put those three silver dollars 
there weeks or months before when I had more 
silver dollars in my pocket than I cared to carry, 
but it was as plain an answer to prayer as if the 
three silver dollars bad come tumbling down 
through the chimney. The three dollars would not 
only take me out to Lake Minnetonka, but meet at 
least part of the immediate necessities of the family. 


After reaching our home on the lake I rowed over 
to Excelsior to call on a friend who had asked me 
to come over to get vegetables out of his garden. 
In the course of our conversation I was led to tell 
him of the answer to prayer that had come to me 
the night before. God blessed the story to his own 
heart. He walked down to the boat with me, and 
when I stepped down into my rowboat, we shook 
hands as we separated. He left in my hand a five 
dollar bill, which met all the needs of the family. 

Prayer Answered on the Other Side of the Globe 

In the early days of Mr. Moody's work in 
Chicago, a reckless, worthless Scotchman used to 
hang around the tabernacle. He was a desperate 
fellow, feared by his own companions. He would 
carry a dagger in his stocking, and many were 
afraid that he would draw that dagger upon them. 
He seemed to have an especial spite against the 
meetings that were going on. One night he stood 
outside the tabernacle with a pitcher of beer in his 
hands offering a drink to every man that came out 
of the building. At other times he would go into 
the inquiry meetings and try to interfere with the 

One night Major Whittle was talking to two 
young men, who were more or less interested, and 
this jeering Scotchman was interfering. Finally 
Major Whittle turned to the two young men and said, 
" Young men, if you set any value on your souls, I 
advise you to have nothing to do with that man." 


This seemed only to amuse the Scotchmari. But 
God was working. Over in Scotland was an earnest 
Christian mother who was praying for her wayward 
son. One night he went to bed as godless as ever, 
but in the middle of the night, he was aroused from 
his sleep. He awakened under conviction of sin, 
and as he lay there in bed, the Holy Spirit brought 
to his mind a passage that he had forgotten was in 
the Bible. He did not even know it was there at all, 
though doubtless he had heard it some time in his 
boyhood. It was Romans 4:5, " But to him that 
worketh not, but believeth on Him that justifieth 
the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness." 
The Holy Spirit made clear the meaning of the 
verse to him. Then and there, without getting out 
of bed, he believed on Him that justifieth the un- 
godly and found peace. 

He at once became as active in the cause of 
Christ as he had been active in the cause of the 
devil. For nearly thirty years he has been a mem- 
ber of Chicago Avenue Church and is to-day a 
deacon in the church. 

Some time after his conversion, he went back to 
Scotland to visit his old mother. They had glad 
times of Bible reading and prayer together, but 
there was another wayward son, a sailor, sailing the 
sea somewhere, they knew not where. One night 
the old mother and the converted son knelt down 
and began to cry to God for the wandering son and 
brother. That very night he was in the China 
Seas, though they did not know it, and while they 
prayed in Scotland, the Spirit of God fell in the 


China Seas and that son and brother was converted 
there oa the deck of the ship. 

He returned to Scotland and told his mother the 
good news. He entered the Free Church college 
and commenced to study to be a foreign missionary. 
He was sent out by the missionary society of the 
Free Church of Scotland, and after years of faithful 
service, laid down his life as a missionary in India. 

A Prayer Fifteen Years Long 

Almost immediately after my conversion, an- 
other man was laid on my heart, and I began to 
pray every day for his conversion. After I had 
been praying for some time for his conversion, the 
thought came into my mind that I would spend the 
night in prayer for him. I did not succeed in 
praying the whole night. The spirit was willing 
but the flesh was weak. I was on my knees almost 
the entire night, but part of the time I was asleep, 
but the best I could I spent the whole night in 
prayer for him. 

When the morning came, I thought, " Now you 
have prayed for him all night, write him a letter 
beseeching him to accept Christ." In a very short 
time I received a reply making fun of me and 
ridiculing me for my attempts to bring him to 
Christ. The devil came to me and mocked me and 
said, " That is all your prayers amount to. What 
is the good of praying ? Here you spent the whole 
night praying for him and have written him a 
letter and this is all you get for your pains." But 


the devil did not succeed in deceiving me this time. 
I continued praying for him every day. I kept it 
up for about fifteen years, never letting a day pass 
without praying definitely for his conversion. 

In the meantime he had moved to Chicago and 
so had I. I visited him in Chicago, but could get 
no opportunity to speak to him about his soul. 
Indeed, he seemed to put himself out to be par- 
ticularly blasphemous when I was around in order 
to hurt my feelings, but still I kept on praying. 

One morning, after having prayed about fifteen 
years, as I was on my knees before God, it seemed 
as if God said to me, " You need not ask for that 
any more. I have heard your prayer. He will be 
converted." I never prayed again for his conver- 
sion but every morning I would look up and say, 
" Heavenly Father, I thank Thee that Thou hast 
heard my prayer, and now I am waiting to see it." 

About two weeks from that morning he came to 
my house to dinner. After dinner I said to him, 
" Don't you think you had better stay here all 
night ? " He replied, " I don't know but I had. I 
am just up from inflammatory rheumatism and it is 
damp outside and I am really afraid to go home 
lest the rheumatism come back." When he awoke 
the next morning the inflammatory rheumatism 
had come back to that extent that his feet were so 
swollen he could not put on his shoes. For two 
weeks he was laid up in my house. My opportu- 
nity had come. I had him. Every morning we 
held family prayers in his room. My friends com- 
ing in and out of the house seeing him there took 


it for granted that he was a Christian and seemed 
to talk more about religion than usual. My chil- 
dren running in and out of his room seemed to talk 
more about Christ than they usually did, though 
they always loved to talk about their Saviour. 

After breakfast when the two weeks were up, we 
started down La Salle Avenue together. We had 
not gone half a block when he turned to me and 
said, " Archie, I am thinking of going into temper- 
ance work. How do you begin?" If there was 
ever any one on earth that needed to go into tem- 
perance work, it was he. I replied, " The only way 
I know to begin temperance work right is by first 
of all becoming a Christian yourself." He said, 
" I always thought I was a Christian." " You 
have the strangest way of showing it of any man 
I ever knew." " How do you become a Christian ? " 
he next asked bluntly. " Come over to my oflBce 
and I will tell you." I took him over to my oflS^ce 
and as Mr. Moody was away I took him to Mr. 
Moody's office and though he was seven years older 
than I, I explained to him the Way of Life as I 
would have explained it to a little child. He lis- 
tened eagerly and when I had finished, he knelt 
down and accepted Christ as his Saviour just like 
a little child. Those who had known him in the 
olden time could hardly believe that he was con- 
verted. Some in the east would not believe it until 
they came out and saw him for themselves. Within 
a year he was preaching the Gospel. He preached 
it up to the end. 

I had been down east visiting old friends of his 


and mine, and returned to Chicago. Hearing that 
he was ill at the place where he was preaching, 
forty miles out of Chicago, I went out to see him, 
and spent the day with him. I started to tell 
him about the old friends I met down in the east 
but he said, " ISTever mind that. Let's have a time 
of prayer." We passed the whole day in prayer 
and conversation and a happy day it was. 

At evening I returned to Chicago, as I was to 
go south the next day, I spent the night in the 
Institute. About six o'clock in the morning there 
was a rap on my door. When I went to the 
door and opened it, one of the students stood there 
with a telegram in his hand. I opened it and 
read, " Your brother passed away this morning at 
two o'clock." I jumped on a train and hurried 
out to the place. When I entered the room where 
his body lay, and turned back that white sheet 
and looked into the face of my eldest brother as 
he lay there at peace at last, I thanked God that 
for fifteen years I had believed in a God that 
answers prayer. 

Have you those that you love who are wandering 
far from God? There is a way to reach them. 
That way is by the Throne of God. 

An Opportunity Lost Forever 

I ONCE had a friend who was a very bright 
scholar. He entered college at an earlier age than 
most men are able to enter. He was a young 
fellow of good habits but without settled princi- 


pies. After he had been in college awhile it be- 
gan to be rumoured about that he was thinking 
of becoming a Christian. Some one came to me 
and said, " Frank is thinking of becoming a Chris- 
tian," but I was not a Christian myself and was 
not greatly interested in the information. If I 
had been a Christian, I believe I could have spoken 
the word that would have brought him over the 
line, but not being a Christian and not being in- 
terested in the matter, I said nothing to him about 
it. After a few days of indecision, he decided the 
wrong way. He became infatuated with a beauti- 
ful actress and followed her about the country. 
He never married her but he got to going to the 
bad. He graduated from the college a moral 
wreck. Not long after graduation he married the 
daughter of one of the best families in one of our 
eastern states. Of course, the marriage was un- 

One day, he and his young wife were preparing 
to go out riding together. The carriage stood at 
the door and he stood by it waiting for his wife. 
She did not appear. He hurried up to her dressing- 
room and went in. The servants heard sharp 
words, then they heard the crack of a revolver, and 
as they rushed into the room, that beautiful young 
wife lay dead upon the floor with a bullet through 
her brain. Whether she shot herself or whether he 
shot her, it was difficult to say. The coroner's 
verdict was that she died by her own hand. At all 
events, he became a haunted man. Not long after, 
he came to the house of a friend and said, " John, 


can I spend the night with you ? " " Certainly," 
he replied. " Can I have the room next to yours ? " 
" Why, Frank, you can have anything in the 
house." They sat up late into the night, talking 
and then retired. The host had fallen asleep when 
suddenly he was awakened by a constant rapping 
at his door. "What is it, Frank?" he cried. 
" Are you there, John ? " the wretched man called. 
" Yes, can I do anything for you ? " " No, I only 
wanted to know that you were there." The host 
fell asleep again but was soon awakened by another 
rap at his door. " What is it, Frank ? " he called. 
" Are you there, John ? " " Yes. Are you sick, 
can I do anything for you, Frank ? " " Ko, I only 
wanted to know that you were there." ^ Again he 
fell asleep, and again he was awakened by the same 
woeful call. All the night through the man haunted 
by evil memories would come and wake him by a 
rap on the door to find if he was there. He could 
not bear to be alone a moment. 

The next day he left. He went west to San 
Francisco, took a steamer on the Pacific Ocean, 
and when several days out jumped overboard. To- 
night his body rests beneath the waters of the 
Pacific Ocean. If I had been a Christian in the 
early days, I might have led that friend to Christ 
and saved all this frightful, awful tragedy. I have 
had the joy of leading many another young man to 
Christ, but that young man has passed beyond my 
reach forever. If you do not accept Christ to-day 
you may a year from to-day, and when you do 
there will be opportunities to work for Christ in 


bringing others to Him, but opportunities are pass- 
ing by you to-day and to-morrow and next day 
that will never come back again. 

A Child's Prayer Answered 

A Christian worker going through the tene- 
ments in the east end of London looking for un- 
fortunates to help, came one day into a wretched 
room in the upper story of one of the large tene- 
ment houses. There seemed to be no one in the 
room and the worker was about to leave when he 
noticed a ladder leading up to a hole in the ceiling. 
Something impelled him to climb the ladder. When 
he had put his head through the hole in the ceiling, 
the garret at first was so dark he could not see, but 
as he became accustomed to the darkness, he saw a 
child lying on a pile of stuff in the corner. 

" What are you doing here, child ? " the worker 
said. " Hush," the child said, " don't tell father." 
"But what are you doing here?" The child 
showed the worker his back bearing the marks of 
the awful beating that the drunken father had 
given him. The worker said, " You cannot stay 
here. You will die here. I will go and get you 
help." As the worker was about to withdraw, the 
little fellow said, " Would you like to hear a hymn 
that I learned at the Sunday-school ? " The worker 
stopped a moment to listen and the child repeated 
the familiar verse, 

"Gentle Jesns, meek and mild, 
Look upon a little child. 


Pity my simplicity, 

Suffer me to come to Thee. 
Fain would I to Thee be brought, 

Gracious Lord, forbid it not ; 
In the kingdom of Thy grace, 

Make a little child a place." 

Telling the child to keep quiet and he would soon 
return, the worker stole away for help. He found 
a place to take the child and soon returned to get 
him. Again he climbed the ladder and put his 
head through the hole in the ceiling, but every- 
thing was quiet. He spoke to the child but there 
was no answer. The child was dead. His prayer 
had been heard. 

" In the kingdom of His grace, 
The Lord had given the little child a place." 

The President of a Racing Association 

One night in an Australian city after I had given 
out the invitation and a large number of people had 
risen and were standing, a minister sitting near me 
became very much excited and said, " Look there ! 
Look there ! " " Look where ? " I said. " Look over 
there at that tall gentleman and his wife standing." 
" Yes," I said, " I see them, what of it ? " " Why," 
he said, " that man is the former mayor of the city 
and is now president of our race track association. 
What does he mean ? " " Why," I said, " I suppose 
he means to accept Christ. That was the proposi- 
tion." The minister was nonplussed. He did not 


know what to make of it. As soon as the meeting 
was over, I went down to where this gentleman 
and his wife were standing, and stepped up to them 
and said to him, " Did you really accept Jesus Christ 
this evening ? " Quietly but firmly he replied, 
" Yes, I did. Would you like to know how I came 
to accept Him?" "Yes, I would." "Well," he 
said, " my little boy was at your children's meeting 
this afternoon and was converted. He came home 
full of enthusiasm and insisted that we should come 
to-night to hear you preach and we came and have 
decided to accept Christ." 

Who can tell how much is involved in the con- 
version of a little boy ? 

A Little Child Shall Lead Them 

Two little girls came to our children's meeting in 
Bristol, England, accepted Christ, 'and went home 
full of joy and enthusiasm to tell their mother the 
story of their conversion. When the mother heard 
the story from her children and saw the " God's 
Sure Promise " cards they held in their hands, her 
heart was full. She kept the cards with her all 
evening, took them to bed with her, put them under 
her pillow and kept her hand on them. She was 
afraid to go to sleep lest she should^get her hand off 
the cards. The next day was Sunday and the 
meeting in the afternoon was for women only. 
This mother came with the cards still in her hand 
and when the invitation was given out stood up to 
accept Christ as her Saviour. Led to Christ by her 


own little daughters. " A little child shall lead 

Saved Five Minutes 

One evening in our church in Chicago one of the 
officers in going around the gallery after I was 
through preaching, and as the audience was going 
out of the church, stepped up to a gentleman and 
said, " Are you saved ? " " Yes, sir," he replied. 
He was very positive about it. " How long have 
you been saved ? " " About five minutes," he an- 
swered. "When were you saved ? " asked the gen- 
tleman. The man replied, " About five minutes ago 
while that man was preaching." He did not wait 
until I got through the sermon. He did not wait 
for some one to deal with him. He came to Jesus 
right there and then and Jesus saved him right 
there. It only takes an instant to be saved. The 
moment you receive Jesus you are saved. "As 
many as received Him, to them gave He power to 
become the sons of God, even to them that believe 
on His name." (John 1 : 12.) Will you receive 
Him now ? 

Never be Discouraged 

One night in Hobart, Tasmania, as my wife and 
I were walking home together from the meeting, 
she said, " Archie, I have just wasted my time to- 
night. I have spent the whole evening talking with 
the most frivolous girl I have dealt with for a long 


time. I made no impression whatever. I just 
wasted my time. I don't believe it pays to talk to 
that kind of a girl." But she went home and cried 
to God for that girl. The next night that girl came 
to her completely transformed and brought her 
mother with her and asked Mrs. Torrey to talk to 
her. They were both brightly converted. Often- 
times where we seem to have accomplished the least, 
we have in reality accomplished the most. 

Converted by President Wotsey^s Singing 

When Mr. Moody visited Kew Haven in 1878 I 
was a student in the University there. The ripest 
scholar in the University at the time, if not the 
ripest in America, was President Wolsey, Ex-Presi- 
dent of Yale University. One night a young man 
went up to hear Mr. Moody preach and President 
Wolsey sat on the platform, and when they sang 
the old Gospel hymns. President Wolsey, himself a 
gray-haired scholar, joined in singing the hymns 
with all his heart. That young man said, " Well, 
if one of the greatest scholars in America can sing 
those hymns in that way, there certainly must be 
something in it," and he was converted, not through 
Mr. Moody's preaching, but through President 
Wolsey's singing. 

Hoiv to Love Jesus 

A LITTLE girl in London once came to Mark Guy 
Pearse and said, " Mr. Pearse, I don't love Jesus. 


I wish you would tell me how to love Hhn." He 
said, " Little girl, as you go away from here to-day, 
keep saying to yourself, ' Jesus loves me,' ' Jesus 
loves me,' aud I believe you will come back next 
Sunday saying, ' I love Jesus.' " 

The next Sunday the little girl came back to 
Mark Guy Pearse radiant, and she said, " Oh, Mr. 
Pearse, I do love Jesus. As I went away from here 
last Sunday, I kept saying to myself as you told me 
to, ' Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me,' 
and then I soon saw Him hanging on the cross and 
dying in awful agony for me, and my heart began 
to grow warm and very soon it was full of love to 

" We love Him because He first loved us." 

'' If Any Man be in Christ Jesus, He is a. New 

I KNEW a man who used to go to dances at least 
four nights a week, and in summer time spend his 
days on the race-course. He would spend a large 
share of his afternoons at the card table and the re- 
maining nights on a big drunk, or something of that 
kind. I have known that man so touched by the 
finger of God that you could not get him to a ball 
unless you dragged him by an ox-team, unless he 
went to preach the Gospel. I have known him to 
do that. In the olden days he loved the theatre, 
but to-day he would be perfectly unhappy in a 
theatre unless he went there to preach the Gospel. 
I have known him to do that. In the olden days, 


be played cards six days out of seven but to-day 
you could not hire him to touch the cards. In the 
olden daj^s, the prayer meeting would have been 
crucifixion to him, but there is scarcely anything he 
enjoys to-day as he enjoys the prayer meeting. In 
the olden days, the Bible was the stupidest book to 
him, though he read it every day. He loved every- 
thing in the way of literature better than the Bible 
and religious books. To-day he loves the Bible and 
sometimes he thinks he won't read anything else. 
I know that man well. I know him better than I 
know any other man, and knowing the transforma- 
tion that has taken place in his life, I know that 
the new birth is a reality, if I don't know anything 

^'Give Me Back M^p Tears " 

One of the mightiest soul winners I ever knew 
was Colonel Clarke of Chicago. He would work at 
his business six days every week that he might keep 
his mission open seven nights every week. And 
every night in the week the year around five or six 
hundred men would gather together in that mission 
hall. It was a motley crowd ; drunkards, thieves, 
pickpockets, gamblers and everything that was 
hopeless. I used to go and hear Colonel Clarke 
talk, and he seemed to me one of the dullest talkers 
I ever heard in my life. He would ramble along 
and yet these five or six hundred men would lean 
over and listen spellbound while Colonel Clarke 
talked in his prosy way. Some of the greatest 


preachers in Chicago used to go down to help 
Colonel Clarke but the men would not listen to 
them as they did to Colonel Clarke. When he was 
speaking they would lean over and listen and be 
converted by the score. I could not understand it. 
I studied it and wondered what the secret of it was. 
Why did these men listen with such interest, and 
why were they so greatly moved by such prosy 
talking ? I found the secret. It was because they 
knew that Colonel Clarke loved them, and nothing 
conquers like love. The tears were very near the 
surface with Colonel Clarke. Once in the early 
days of the mission, when he had been weeping a 
great deal over these men, he got ashamed of his 
tears. He steeled his heart and tried to stop his 
crying, and succeeded, but he lost his power. He 
saw that his power was gone and he went to God 
and prayed, " Oh, God, give me back my tears," and 
God gave him back his tears, and gave him won- 
derful power, marvellous power over these men. 

If we would see the seed that we sow bring an 
abundant harvest, we must water it with our tears. 
" He that goeth forth bearing precious seed, shall 
doubtless come again with rejoicing bringing his 
sheaves with him." 

Conquered By Compassion 

One night I was preaching in one of the suburbs 
of Chicago, and when I gave out the invitation an 
enormous man rose to his feet. He weighed 290 
pounds. I thought to myself, " You have caught a 


big fish to-night." After the meeting was over, I 
went down and sat beside him and talked to him. 
He said, " Let me tell you how I came to accept 
Christ to-night. I have been a church-goer all my 
life, but I only went to criticise, and when men got 
up in the prayer meeting to talk I took out a little 
note-book which I kept, and wrote down what they 
said, and then kept tab on them during the week to 
see how their life agreed with their profession, so I 
came to say to myself, ' All Christians are hypo- 
crites.' My heart became as hard as a stone. I 
was perfectly indifferent. Some months ago, I was 
taken very ill, and the doctors said I must die, but 
I was not at all afraid to die. I had become so 
hardened by the criticism of professors of religion 
that even death had no terrors for me. But one 
day a retired minister came and asked if he might 
pray for me. I said, ' Yes, you can pray for me if 
you want to. I have no objection, if it will do you 
any good, it won't hurt me any. Yes, pray if you 
want to, if you will enjoy it. It won't disturb me.' 
He knelt down beside my bed and began to pray, 
and I watched him out of the corner of my eyes. 
I was keeping tab on him to see if he was real. I 
thought I was dying but I was not a bit frightened. 
I was perfectly callous and hardened, but as I lay 
there watching him out of the corner of my eyes, I 
saw a tear rolling down his cheeks. I said to my- 
self, ' Here is this man, a perfect stranger to me, 
with no possible interest in me, and yet he is weep- 
ing over my sins and my lost condition.' That 
broke my heart. That is why I am here to-night. 


That is why I got up and asked for prayers ; that is 
why I have taken the Lord Jesus." 

I tell you, you will win more men and women 
by your tears than you will ever win by your 

The Curse Coming Home 

I RECALL a man who was a daily drinker all his 
life. I don't think that man was ever drunk in his 
life. He despised a drinker but he also laughed at 
total abstinence. I have heard him ridicule it time 
and time again. He had three boys, carefully 
reared in most respects but reared to his ideas about 
drinking, reared to think that moderate drinking 
was the proper course, reared to despise a drunkard, 
but also to ridicule total abstinence. Every one of 
these three boys grew up to be a drunkard. 

The rumseller is bound to reap in his own family, 
if he has one. A friend of mine of very wide ex- 
perience, I think the widest experience of any friend 
I ever had, once said to me that he had never known 
a rumseller, who did not sooner or later feel the 
curse in his own home. One time I was holding 
meetings in an American city. Kiding through the 
streets one day a friend pointed out a man. 
" There," said ho, " is a man who has run a saloon 
the most persistently of any man in our community. 
The saloon is prohibited among us, but he has done 
everything in his power to overthrow or circumvent 
the law. His own brother committed suicide 
through the effects of drink, and every member of 
his family is ruined by drink." 


Big Interest 

One afternoon I got out of a street car to go to 
a home where my wife and I were to take tea with 
some friends. After paying my fare I had but 
seven cents left — all the money I had in the world. 
I did not even know Avhere the money was coming 
from to buy breakfast for my family next morning, 
and yet I had no care as God had supplied our 
needs so often, I knew that He would now. A 
young woman got on the car and went to the front 
end of the car and dropped her five cents in the 
box. The driver opened the door and shook his 
head and said, " That Q.\q cents is bad." She said, 
" That is all the five cents I have.*' " Then," he 
said, " you must get off the car." The young 
woman was in great perplexity. I thought of my 
seven cents in my pocket, all the money I had, but 
I went to the front end of the car and dropped five 
cents in the box and relieved the young woman's 
embarrassment. I felt no poorer. I had no doubt 
that before I needed money, money would come. 
After going to the house of the friend, I went over 
town. As I was passing along the street a gentle- 
man whom I knew got out of a carriage and went 
to his horse's head. He saw me passing and held 
out his hand and said, " How do you do ? How are 
you getting on in your work ? " I told him I was 
getting on nicely. " Well," he said, '' I want to 
give something for your work," and he took out his 
pocketbook and gave me $200. The five cents had 
brought quick interest. 


I Have Seen One of Those Before 

A YOUNG fellow came to the Bible Institute 
from a Kansas farm to be a student. He was one 
of the greenest looking men that ever applied to the 
Institute to enter as a student. At my first casual 
meeting with him I thought to myself, " I wonder 
what that man will ever do." He was so inde- 
scribably fresh and green. But he was full of zeal 
for Christ and not as green as he looked or acted. 

Not long afterwards one evening he was on 
Chicago Avenue distributing tracts to men as they 
passed by. It was a hard neighbourhood. There 
had been many a murder in the vicinity. He ap- 
proached one man to hand him a tract and the 
young desperado drew a revolver and held it at his 
breast. The young farmer boy was not phased in 
the least. " Oh," he said smiling, " I have seen one 
of those before. Have a tract." The young fellow 
was more completely disarmed than if the farmer 
had knocked him down, and immediately took the 
tract and walked away. 


One night at a late meeting in the Florence 
Crittenton mission in New York a drunken Scotch 
girl ran to the front screaming, '^ Pray for me ! 
Pray for me ! " After the meeting was over, the 
workers gathered around her. She told how she 
had wandered from home. How her mother lived 
in New York City, a poor but honest woman. They 


tried to get the girl to go to her home but she said 
no, her mother would not welcome her. They tried 
to get her to stay with them, but she would not, 
but promised that if they would see her mother the 
next day that she would come around the next 
night, and if her mother would receive her, she 
would go to her home. 

One of the workers went the next day to the ad- 
dress given and found the mother. She said to her, 
" We have found your daughter." The mother re- 
plied, " I have no daughter." But when they ex- 
plained to her about the night before, she said, " I 
had a daughter once but she left me years ago. I 
thought she was dead. I will take her back, but 
do not disappoint me now that you have raised my 
hopes again. Be sure and bring her." They ap- 
pointed an hour in which they would bring her that 
night. But the night came and the girl did not 
come. Hour after hour the meeting went on but 
the girl did not come. About midnight the meet- 
ing closed but the girl had not appeared. They 
held a consultation as to what they should do and 
some of them decided to make a visit- to the low 
dens of iniquity in the neighbourhood. At last in 
a sub-cellar in a little narrow room, blue with 
smoke, they found a crowd of men and women and 
the Scotch girl in the midst, wild with drink. Her 
good resolutions had fled and she refused to go to 
her mother. A policeman heard the noise and 
came down to see what it was and said to the girl, 
" Now you have a chance to lead a better life, you 
accept it. If you don't, if I ever find you on my 


beat again, I will club you." The girl was getting 
somewhat sobered but still protested that she could 
not go to her home because she had no shoes fit to 
wear. A warm-hearted Irishman in the crowd 
agreed to find her a pair of shoes. Where he found 
them at that hour of the night, I do not know, but 
he soon found her a good, strong pair of shoes 
and they started for the mother's rooms. When 
they reached the rooms, they found the door locked. 
The mother had given up in despair and had gone 
to bed, but in answer to repeated rappings she 
came to the door. She said she would unlock the 
door and they could pass into the other room and 
as soon as she could dress she would come in. As 
they sat in the room waiting for the mother to 
come in, the daughter looked around the room, and 
as the old familiar objects met her eyes, her heart 
began to melt. The mother soon came into the 
room carrying a candle. As she looked at the girl 
seated on the sofa, she started back almost dropping 
the candle and exclaimed, " That is not my daugh- 
ter." " Mother," said the girl, " do you not know 
me?" In a moment the mother recognized the 
voice and rushed to her child's side and they were 
locked in one another's arms. The visitors felt that 
the scene was too sacred to gaze upon and turned 
away. Both mother and girl were later shown the 
way of life, and turned their faces heavenward. 


''I Will Feel for a Man'' 

One night in the lecture-room of Chicago Avenue 
Church Charles Herald was urging the people to go 
out and bring in the unsaved. The response to his 
appeals were somewhat slow, when suddenly a 
blind man sprang to his feet and said, " Why can- 
not you do as the evangelist asks you ? Now I can- 
not see, but I will feel for a man and bring him to 
the meeting to-morrow night." The next night 
came and the blind man was picking his way 
through a dark alley back of the church. He had 
nearly reached the gate when suddenly it occurred 
to him, " I have not got the man that I promised to 
bring." He backed up against the wall of the 
church and listened. Soon he heard the feet of a 
man coming down the asphalt pavement of the 
alley way. When the man was in front of him, he 
suddenly sprang out and grabbed the man and said, 
" Come with me to meeting." The man was 
startled, and thought at first he was being held up 
by a footpad. He was ready to do almost anything, 
and submissively went to the meeting. He was 
converted that night. 

The next night the blind man brought three, all 
of whom, I think, were converted. If a blind man 
can go out and bring in people that way, certainly 
we that have our eyes ought to be able to bring 
some one with us to every meeting. 


** I Have Committed a Sin for Which There is 
No Forgiveness " 

At the close of a service in our Chicago church I 
found a man standing by one of the chairs. He 
seemed to be deeply interested. The moment I 
began to speak to him he broke down and said, 
" I would like to be saved, but I have committed 
a sin for which there is no forgiveness. I re- 
member my mother reading me in the Bible Avhen 
I was a boy that those who committed this sin 
could not be saved." I asked him what the sin 
was that he had committed. He told me, and for 
a moment I could not think where there was 
any passage in the Bible that could by any possi- 
bility be construed into meaning that there could 
be no forgiveness for this sin, but suddenly 1 Cor. 
6 : 9-11 occurred to me. I said, " I think I know 
the passage to which you refer," and opened 
my Bible and began to read, "Know ye not that 
the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of 
God ? Be not deceived : neither fornicators, nor 
idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers 
of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covet- 
ous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, 
shall inherit the kingdom of God." " Yes," he said, 
" that is it. Does it not say there is no salvation 
for those who do this sin ? Does it not say ' they 
shall not inherit the kingdom of God ' ? " I said, 
" Listen, while I read the next verse," and I read 
on, " And such were some of you : but ye are 
washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified 


in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of 
our God." " Does it say that ? Does it say that ? " 
the man cried. I said, " Read it for yourself." 
He took my Bible and read it and cried, 
"Thank God." He knelt down with the tears 
streaming down his face and accepted the Saviour, 
and arose full of joy in the knowledge that his sins 
were all forgiven. 

Some weeks after when I entered the church one 
Sunday morning, I saw him standing at the back of 
the seats with a lady between thirty and forty and 
a young lady perhaps seventeen or eighteen. As I 
stepped up to speak to him he said, " Let me intro- 
duce you to my wife and daughter." I spoke to 
them about Christ and they both took Christ. To" 
day that man is a hard-working member and office- 
bearer in Chicago Avenue Church. His sin wai 
great, but even such as he could be " washed " and 
" sanctified " and " justified." 

Isaiah Fifty-three Six 

I WAS preaching one evening in a college town in 
Minnesota. I noticed a fine looking man with 
white hair and beard sitting near the front. 
Though he listened with the closest attention, the 
way he acted while I preached, and when I gave 
the invitation, made me confident that he was not 
a Christian. Immediately upon the close of the 
meeting, I made my way to him and said to him, 
" Are you a Christian ? " " No, sir." " Would you 
become one if I showed you how ? " He said, " I 


would." I said, " Let's sit down and talk it over." 
I opened my Bible to Isaiah 53 : 6 and read, " All 
we like sheep have gone astray. We have turned 
every one to his own way." I said, " Is that true 
of you ? " He said, " It is, sir." I said, " What are 
you then?" He said, "I am lost." "Now," I 
said, " listen to the rest of the verse." " And the 
Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all." 
" Do you believe that ? " I said. " Yes," he said, 
" I believe everything in the Bible." I said, " Do you 
believe that the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity 
of us all ? Do you believe that the Lord hath laid 
on Jesus your sin?" He said, "I do." "What 
then is all that is necessary for you to do in order 
to be saved?" "Simply to believe on the Lord 
Jesus Christ," he said. I said, "Will you do it 
now ? " He said, " I will." " Let us tell God so," 
and side by side we knelt in prayer. When I had 
prayed, he followed me in prayer. When he had 
finished his prayer, I said, " What are you ? " He 
said, " I am saved. My sins are forgiven." Then 
I asked him, " What are you going to do about it ? " 
He said, " I am going back to my home and set up 
the family altar and unite with the church." Some 
months after I met the pastor of the church that he 
attended in a town down on the Mississippi Eiver 
and asked him what this man had done. He said, 
" He came back to his home, came to me and made 
application for membership in the church, and 
brought his oldest son, a grown man, with him, 
and together they have become members of the 


''I Lied To You, Sir'' 

At the close of a service in a tent in a section 
of Chicago called " Little Hell," I went to the door 
of the tent to speak to the people as they walked 
out. A large share of the audience were Eoman 
Catholics. I shook hands with one after another 
when a young Koman Catholic Irishman walked 
out. I held out my hand to him and said, " Why 
don't you take Jesus Christ as your Saviour?" 
"Oh," he said, "I am all right." I said, "You 
haven't peace." He said, "Yes, I have." I said, 
" No, you haven't." He said, " Perhaps you know 
better than I do." I said, " No, but God knows 
better than either of us and God says, ' There is no 
peace to the wicked.' (Isa. 57 : 21.) Now," I said, 
" either God lies or you do, but I know God does 
not lie and God says you haven't peace. * There is 
no peace to the wicked, saith my God.' " The man 
got angry and said, " If you don't want me to come 
here any more, I won't." I said, " Yes, I do want 
you to come but I want you to understand that you 
don't deceive me. I can read your heart just as 
well as if I could see into it, and I know there is 
no peace in your heart." He said, " There is, too," 
and broke away and passed out of the tent. 

The next night at the close of the service as I 
looked over to the side of the tent to my left I saw 
this man on his knees with a worker beside him. 
In a few moments he and the worker arose and the 
worker came to me and said, "That young man 
wishes to apologize to you." I said, " He has noth- 


ing to apologize to me for. He has never wronged 
me." " Well," she said, " he says he did and wants 
to apologize." I said, " Yery well, bring him over." 
He said, " I want to apologize to you. I lied to you 
last night. I said I had peace when I had not." I 
said, " I knew you hadn't, for God says, ' There is 
no peace to the wicked.' " But now the man had 
peace, real peace through the acceptance of 

A Letter from Stillwater Prison 

I EECEiVED one day a letter from a man in 
States' prison at Stillwater. It read as follows: 
"Nearly two years ago I heard you preach on 
Washington Avenue, Minneapolis. At the close of 
the service you came to me and urged me to accept 
Christ. I was under deep conviction and almost 
yielded, but finally I said, * No, I will not accept 
Christ to-night, but I will come back to-morrow night 
and accept Christ.' You urged me to accept Christ 
at once saying that no one could tell what would 
happen before another night, but I was stubborn and 
would not yield. I went out of the meeting, into a 
saloon and got drunk. The next morning I found 
myself under arrest for stealing an overcoat. I had 
not the slightest recollection of stealing the overcoat, 
but suppose I did steal it while I was intoxicated. 
I was sentenced to this place for two years. My 
time is almost up, but now I have accepted Christ 
here in prison, but if I had only accepted Him that 
night you urged me to down on Washington Ave- 





nue, I would not have had the disgrace of these two 
years' imprisonment." 

How to Reach a Son in a Distant Land 

At the close of a meeting one day in Manchester, 
England, a prominent business man of that city 
came to me and asked me to pray for his son. He 
said his son was a gifted young man, nearly forty 
years of age, a graduate of Cambridge University 
and a lawyer but that he was a wanderer, and had 
left his wife and child and was then wandering, he 
knew not where. I promised to pray for him. 

The next summer at Keswick, this father came to 
me again and said, " I have got track of my son. 
He is in Vancouver. Do you know any minister in 
Vancouver ? I want to cable him at once." I 
gave him the name of a friend in Vancouver and 
he cabled him. But the next day, he came and 
said, " I am too late. The bird has flown. Will 
you still pray for my son?" I promised him I 

The following November, we began our second 
mission in the great Tournament Hall in Liver- 
pool. The first Sunday afternoon I preached on 
"God is Love." At the close of the service, a 
fine looking man thirty-eight years of age came up 
to me and told me that he had decided to accept 
Christ. When we inquired into the matter, we 
found that this man was the son that the Man- 
chester man had asked me to pray for. He had 
returned to England, had wandered into our first 


meeting on Sunday afternoon and accepted Christ 
He at once gave himself to the work of winning 
others with great success and afterwards studied 
for Holy Orders under the Bishop of Liverpool. 

A Music Halt Singer Converted 

One night in Liverpool a music hall singer as he 
was about to go on the platform was handed a tele- 
gram asking him to hurry home at once, that his 
mother was dying. He left the music hall and 
started for home. In passing by the Philharmonic 
Hall where we were holding meetings, he heard the 
music and thought he would go in for a moment. 
Mr. Alexander was singing, " Tell Mother I'll be 
There." He thought of his dying mother, a Chris- 
tian woman, and thought of the life that he was 
leading and how they could not tell his mother that 
he would be there, and then and there he accepted 
Jesus Christ. 

The following ITew Year's eve, he was out in a 
company of friends and was asked for a song. He 
arose and took out one of our hymn-books and be- 
gan to sing, " Tell Mother I'll be There," and the 
power of God came upon the gathering, and the 
social gathering was turned into a meeting that 
lasted until midnight. 

During our second mission in Liverpool, this man 
was one of our chief ushers, and one of our most 
faithful workers. 


A Would-be Suicide Saved b^ Prayer 

A YOUis'G man in England was left a very com- 
fortable sura of money by his father, but he ran 
through it very rapidly in drink and gambling. He 
squandered part of it in England and part of it in 
India. As his money ran low, he came back to 
England in a state of despair. He had a stroke of 
good luck at the gaming table and won nearly 
$1,000, but he began to squander it all in a terrible 

Just at this time, his broken-hearted Christian 
sister sent a request to our meeting in Birmingham 
that we would pray for him. The night we prayed 
for him, her brother was in desperation. He was 
not in Birmingham but about forty miles away. 
He sat by a table with a loaded revolver about to 
end his life, but God heard the prayer that went up 
in Birmingham, and as he sat there, memories of 
his mother came to him and instead of doing the 
rash act that he contemplated, he knelt down and 
surrendered his life to God. He became at once an 
out and out Christian and an active worker for 
Christ. He obtained a position as a nurse for an 
invalid but constantly did Christian work as he had 
opportunity. "When we were holding our mission 
in Brighton, he came and spent his whole month's 
vacation working in the after-meeting. God called 
him into a larger work and now he is holding meet- 
ings in different parts of the world with great 


Last Opportunity Throivn Away 

At one of the meetings in Bradford, a man and 
wife were deeply moved but they hung back and 
neither of them rose to accept Christ. As they 
went home together that night the wife said to the 
husband, " Would it not have been nice if we had 
both risen together and accepted Christ to-night ? " 
He replied, " Yes, it would." In the middle of the 
night she awakened her husband and complained of 
feeling ill and in a few moments had passed into 
eternity. It was her last opportunity to make a 
public confession of Christ and she had thrown it 

After the man had laid his wife's body away in 
the cemetery he came to the meeting and told the 
story and publicly accepted Christ. 

God Save My Papa 
One night a man stood at the door of the city 
mission in Minneapolis inviting passers-by to come 
in. An Englishman, a stone cutter by trade, passed 
by. " Come in to a Gospel meeting," the worker 
cheerily said to him. " What do I want with a Gos- 
pel meeting ? I have no use for a Gospel meet- 
ing," the Englishman replied gruffly, and went 
grumbling up the street. He was a splendid work- 
man, making over four dollars a day at his trade 
when he worked, but squandering his time and his 
money and his life in strong drink and gambling. At 
times he was so desperate that he would stand upon 


the Tenth Avenue Bridge and look over into the 
Mississippi Eiver as it flowed below and contem- 
plate throwing himself into the river. 

One Sunday afternoon, not many days after, a 
little girl of ten went up Washington Avenue. The 
Sunday-school session of the City Mission was in 
progress. " Would you not like to come to Sunday- 
school ? '^ a bright-faced .Christian woman said to 
the little girl as she passed the door. In curiosity 
the little girl turned in to the Sunday-school, was 
greatly delighted with all she saw and heard. 
When she heard of Jesus as her own Saviour, she 
very readily accepted Him and gave her whole 
heart and life to Him. She became greatly inter- 
ested in the conversion of her father. Her mother 
and grandfather and grandmother and uncle and 
aunt were saved but her father held out. She 
begged the workers to come down to their home and 
hold a cottage meeting there, for she felt it was the 
only way to get hold of her father as he would not 
come to the meetings. The workers consented to 
go. It was a drunkard's home, down on the east 
side flats in Minneapolis. On the appointed evening 
her father rose from the supper table and took down 
his overcoat and was about to start for the saloon, 
and Annie said, " Papa, we are going to have a 
cottage meeting here to-night, won't you stay?" 
" What do I want with a cottage meeting ? " " But 
papa," urged the little child, ^' won't you stay for 
Annie's sake?" Drunkard though he was, he 
loved his child. He hung up the old overcoat again 
and sat down on the rickety old sofa and waited for 


them to come. One by one workers and neighbours 
crowded into the house. The man felt very uneasy 
and wished he were at the saloon. A song was 
sung and the leader read a passage and they all 
knelt in prayer. One after another the workers 
prayed. The man on the sofa grew more and more 
uneasy and looked around for some way of escape 
from the meeting, but all possibility of escape was 
cut off. " If I ever get out of this, you will never 
get me into a place like this again," the man thought 
to himself. One after another the Christian men 
and women prayed, and then all was still. Sud- 
denly a child^s voice broke the silence, " Oh, God, 
will you not save my papa ? " That prayer went to 
the heart of God and like an arrow it went to the 
heart of the wicked father. He dropped off the 
sofa on to his knees and cried to God for mercy and 
was saved that night. 

He became one of the most indefatigable Chris- 
tian workers I ever knew and when I left Minne- 
apolis, he was a deacon in my church. 

Saved in a Theatre 

Some of the business men of Minneapolis de- 
termined on an assault upon Satan in one of his 
strongholds in that city. " The Theatre Comique," 
the lowest den in Minneapolis at the time, was en- 
gaged for a series of Sunday afternoon meetings. 
Some good people thought it was unwise to take 
the Gospel down into such a den of iniquity. One 
of the leading business men of the city stood on the 


street corner giving out invitations to the Theatre 
Comique meetings. A young fellow came along 
and took an invitation. He read it and then said 
to the business man, " Do you know what sort of a 
place the Theatre Comique is ? " Mr. G. replied, 
" Do you suppose I have been in Minneapolis twenty 
years not to know ? " "Well," said the 3^oung fel- 
low, " what are you having the Gospel preached in 
such a place as that for ? " " When you go fishing," 
replied Mr. G., " where do you go ? " " Oh," the 
young fellow replied, " I see it. I go where the 
fish are." The fish were there in abundance and 
many of them were caught. 

The first meeting was held on NTew Year's Day. 
A few days after the first meeting I received a 
letter from Ottumwa, Iowa. The letter was anony- 
mous but the writer said, " I was at your meeting 
in the Theatre Comique on N"ew Year's Day. 
Years ago in England I was a Christian and a local 
preacher, but the first thing that I did when I 
walked off the gangplank of the steamer in E'ew 
York was to go to a saloon, and I have been going 
down ever since. I had squandered $300 in the 
Theatre Comique the week preceding your meeting, 
but as I sat there on the first day of the new year 
and listened to you preach the Gospel, the Spirit of 
God touched my heart and I accepted Christ as my 
Saviour and have started a new life." 

A year passed by. On the following New Year's 
Day we were having a reception all day long in 
our mission hall on Washington Avenue. Several 
months before a man had come into our fellowship 


and had proven himself a very earnest active Chris- 
tian and had so won the confidence of the people 
that he had been elected a deacon in the church and 
was filling the office with great acceptance. As 
we were sitting in the reception-room of the mis- 
sion, he turned to me suddenly and said, " Did you 
receive a letter from Ottumwa, Iowa, from a man 
that was converted in the Theatre Comique on New 
Year's Day last year?" I said, "Yes, I did.'' 
" Well," he said, " I am the man." And now this 
man, who had squandered $300 in one of the vilest 
dens in Minneapolis a year before was an active and 
honoured office bearer in a Christian church. 

Despondency Changed into Abounding Joy 

There came to me one night at the close of a 
meeting a man with as sad a face as I had ever 
seen. He asked me to pray for him. I tried to 
show him the way of life. He would listen intently 
but did not seem to be able to grasp it. Night 
after night he would come to me with the same 
look of hopeless gloom in his face. 1 was afraid 
the man would go insane. In fact, I afterwards 
learned that he had at one time been in an insane 
asylum. He would profess to accept Christ, but 
when I showed him the Word of God that "He 
that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life," and 
tried to impress him with the fact that he had 
God's own assurance for it that he had everlasting 
life, he seemed utterly unable to grasp it and would 
go away with a despairing look, asking me if I 


would still pray for him. This went on for weeks 
and I almost dreaded to see the man approaching 

But one night as I was about to strike a match to 
light the gas Peter N. came in through the front 
door as I struck the match and lighted the gas. I 
saw there was a still brighter light in his face. 
The gloom was all gone. He was radiant. The 
Spirit of God had shone into his heart. He had 
full assurance of sins forgiven. His gladness was 
not for a day, nor for a week, nor a month but 
continuous. He gave himself to God's work with 
an earnestness that I have seldom seen equalled. 
He was a skillful workman, receiving large pay, but 
he gave almost his entire income to the Lord's 
work, keeping scarcely anything for himself to live 
on. Indeed I sometimes felt he did not keep 
enough to live on. Out of working hours, he was 
always witnessing for Christ in public or in private. 

Hopeless gloom had been transformed by the 
power of the Spirit of God into triumphant joy. 

Shoiv Me Myself 

A GODLY minister was once travelling in Scot- 
land and put up at a certain tavern. At evening- 
time the landlord asked if he would conduct family 
prayer. He consented on the condition that the 
landlord would call all the servants of the house- 
hold. The servants came in and when all seemed 
to be assembled, the minister asked, " Are all 
here?" "Yes," said the landlord. "Not one 


missing ? " he asked. " Oh, well," said the land- 
lord, '' there is a poor girl we never bring in. 
She does the dirty work about the kitchen and is 
not fit to come in with the others." " Well then," 
said the minister, "I will not go on until she 
comes." He insisted and the landlord yielded. 
Seeing her neglected appearance, the minister took 
a peculiar interest in her. When he was leaving 
the next day, he called for the girl and said to her, 
" I wish to teach you a prayer, and I want you to 
pray it until I come back again. It is this, * Lord, 
show me myself.' " 

He left the hotel, but returned in a few days. 
He asked the landlord, " How is that poor girl ? " 
" Oh," replied the landlord, " she is spoiled. She 
is of no use whatever now. She can do no work. 
She is weeping all the time. She mopes and is 
melancholy. I don't know what is the matter with 
her." The minister knew, and asked to see her. 
The landlord brought her in and the minister said, 
" Now I wish to teach you another prayer. You 
have been praying, * Show me myself ' ? " " Yes," 
she said, in deep distress, "and I am so wicked I 
can do nothing but weep over my sins." " Now let 
me teach you another prayer, * Lord, show me Thy- 
self.' " 

Years passed. The minister was preaching in 
Glasgow when a neat-looking woman came up to 
him at the close of the sermon and said, " Do you 
remember me ? " " No," he said, " I do not." " Do 
you remember teaching a poor girl in a hotel to 
pray, * Show me myself ' ? " " Yes," he replied, " I 


remember that well." " I am that girl. I prayed 
that prayer and got such a view of myself that I 
was overwhelmed with grief and despair. Then 
you taught me the other prayer, ' Lord, show me 
Thyself,' and He showed me Himself and my grief 
and despair went and I trusted Him and found sal- 
vation and He has made me what I am to-day." 

It is a good prayer for us all to pray, "Lord, 
show me myself," and after He has shown us our- 
selves, let us go on and ask Him to show us Him- 

Fighting Whiskey 

One of the most notoriously bad characters that 
ever lived in New York was Orville Gardner. He 
was the trainer of prize-fighters and companion of 
all sorts of hard characters. His reputation was so 
thoroughly bad that he was called " Awful Gardner." 
He had a little boy, whom he dearly loved, and this 
boy died. A short time after his boy's death, he 
was standing at the bar in a New York saloon, sur- 
rounded by a number of his boon companions. The 
night was sweltering, and he stepped outside the 
saloon to get a little fresh air. As he stood out 
there and looked up between the high buildings at 
the sky above his head, a bright star was shining 
down upon him, and as he stood looking at the star, 
he said to himself, " I wonder where my little boy 
is to-night ? " Then the thought came to him quick 
as a flash, " Wherever he is, you will never see him 
again unless you change your life." Touched by 


the Spirit of God, he hurried from the saloon to the 
room where he knew his godly mother was. He 
went in and asked his mother to pray for him. 
They spent the whole night in prayer and towards 
morning " Awful Gardner " had found peace and 
gained the victory. He was the victim of an over- 
whelming appetite for drink, and had in his house a 
jug of whiskey at the time. He did not dare to 
keep it and did not know what to do with it. 
Finally he took it down to the river, got into a boat 
and rowed over to an island. He set the liquor on 
a rock and knelt down, and as he afterwards said, 
" Fought that jug of whiskey for a long time," and 
God gave him perfect deliverance. But what should 
he do with the jug ? He did not dare break it, lest 
the fumes set him wild. He did not dare leave it, 
lest some one else get it. Finally he dug a hole in 
the ground with his heel and buried it. He left the 
island a free man. 

He became a mighty preacher of the gospel. It 
was through listening to him preach that Jerry 
McAuley was set to thinking, and that thinking 
afterwards led to his conversion. 

Infidelity and Licentiousness 

One night when Colonel IngersoU was delivering 
one of his brilliant lectures in one of our great cities a 
large number of medical students went to hear him. 
They listened with admiration and applause to the 
colonePs brilliant periods, and when the lecture was 
over, they marched out arm in arm, a long company 


of them down the streets of the city, and into the 
vilest dens of infamy. 

Some at least of those who watched them could 
not but note the intimate connection between in- 
fidelity and licentiousness. 

A Theological Professor Doing the DeviVs 

D. L. Moody was generally considered a broad 
man, and so he was. No matter how far astray a 
man might go in doctrine, D. L. Moody would do 
his best to reclaim him to the truth. But Mr. 
Moody was a plain-spoken man as well as a broad 
man. One man whose views of the Bible were ex- 
tremely lax used to make a good deal of Mr. Moody's 
friendship for him, and that Mr. Moody was friendly 
towards him there can be no doubt, but Mr. Moody 
told me that he told this man to his face that he was 
doing the devil's work. It was plain talking, but it 
was unquestionable truth. 

Persistence Pays 

In the early days of his work in Chicago, Mr. 
Moody was always on the watch for children for 
his Sunday-school. Wherever he saw a child, he 
would approach them and invite them to the 
Sunday-school. One day he saw a little girl stand- 
ing on the corner with a pail in her hand in which 
she was going to fetch beer. He accosted the little 
child pleasantly and invited her to his Sunday- 


school, and she promised to come. The next 
Sunday Mr. Moody was on the lookout for her, but 
she did not put in an appearance. Then he began 
to hunt for her everywhere, but days passed with- 
out seeing her. One day he noticed her on the 
street and started towards her. But no sooner did 
she see him coming than she broke into a run. He 
began to run down the street after her. She went 
flying as fast as her feet would carry her. Mr. 
Moody was after her in hot pursuit. She turned 
the corner ; he after her. She went down an alley, 
up another street, Mr. Moody still in hot pursuit. 
She dashed into a saloon. He dashed after her. 
Through the saloon she went ; Mr. Moody following. 
Up the stairway at the rear. Mr. Moody still in 
pursuit. She dashed into a bedroom, and Mr. 
Moody never stopped. She plunged under a bed, 
and Mr. Moody drew her out by the leg. She 
proved to be the child of a widow with a large 
family that were living over the saloon. The cir- 
cumstances of the family were anything but ele- 
vating, but Mr. Moody won that whole family for 
Christ. In later years, the child grown to woman- 
hood, was one of the most honoured workers in the 
church and the wife of a highly esteemed office- 

Won by a Smite 

As a Sunday-school worker hurried down the 
streets of Chicago one day on his way to Sunday- 
school, he noticed a little baby being held at the 


window by some one in the family. He turned 
towards the baby and smiled. The baby smiled 
back. The next Sunday the baby was there again 
and again he smiled at the baby and waved his 
hand. The next Sunday there were several at the. 
window with the baby watching for him to pass 
and again he recognized the baby and smiled and 
waved his hand. Some one in the house followed 
him. They saw him turn into the Sunday-school 
and went back home and told where he had gone. 
The next Sunday some of the children appeared at 
the Sunday-school and finally the whole family was 
won for Christ. Won by a smile. JSTo one can 
ever tell where some little act of kindness will end. 

Could Not Get Over Her Father's Life 

I ONCE received an anonymous note asking me to 
call on the lady principal of a school. She was a 
woman of very brilliant gifts but professed to be 
an utter unbeliever. I called one day at the school 
and received a very cordial reception, but the 
woman said, " I do not believe anything. I do not 
even read the Bible because it seems wrong for one 
to read it and disbelieve everything in it as I do." 
As I talked with her, she insisted that she was con- 
firmed in her unbelief, and that there was no pos- 
sibility of her being led out of it. But suddenly 
she began to weep and I said to her, " Why are 
you crying ? " " Oh," she said, " there is one thing 
I cannot get over, and that is my father's life. My 
father was a minister of the gospel, and whenever I 


think of the holy life he lived, I feel that there 
must be something in Christianity. I cannot get 
over his life." She had tried hard to do so, but she 
had failed utterly. 

Starting out from this point, I was able to tell 
her how she could find out for herself that beyond 
a peradventure the Bible was the Word of God, 
and Jesus Christ the Son of God. She promised to 
follow the plan suggested, and I afterwards had 
the privilege of receiving her into membership in 
the church. 

But my reasonings would have been of no avail 
if she had not been prepared to listen to them by 
the insurmountable argument of her own father's 
holy life. The best argument for Christianity is a 
Christian life. 

Converted at Nine Years of Age 

A CHILD can be a true Christian. Some people 
do not believe that. Some people think a boy or 
girl must grow up until they are twenty or twenty- 
one, or at least until they are fifteen or sixteen be- 
fore they can understand what it means to be a 
Christian. This is a great mistake. Boys and 
girls that can understand anything can understand 
that Jesus died for them and that He rose again 
and is able to help and keep them day by day, and 
they can take Jesus and trust Him as their own 

Long, long years ago over in Western Asia, there 
was an old man ninety -five years of age with long 


beard hanging down upon his bosom, and long 
white hair hanging down upon his neck. His 
name was Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna. A new 
Koman governor came to Smyrna who bitterly 
hated Christianity and determined to stamp it out 
of his province. His councillors said to him, " If 
you are going to stamp out Christianity, you would 
better deal with Polycarp, for he is the best and 
most influential Christian in Smyrna." Polycarp 
was away from Smyrna in the country at the time 
but the governor sent for him and had him dragged 
to Smyrna. When Polycarp was brought before 
the governor, he said to him, " Are you a Chris- 
tian?" "Yes, I am a follower of Jesus." "But," 
said the governor, " you must renounce Jesus and 
sacrifice to the idols or I will throw you to the 
lions and they will tear you limb from limb." But 
Polycarp refused. The governor grew more angry 
and said, " Unless you renounce Jesus, I will have 
them burn you at the stake." Polycarp replied, 
"These eighty and six years have I served my 
Lord and He never did me any harm, and I cannot 
deny my Lord and Master now." 

They took old Polycarp out and tied him to the 
stake. They piled the fagots around him and they 
came with a torch and touched the light to the 
wood. Hotter and hotter grew the flames and 
Polycarp's flesh began to burn, but the aged saint 
stood there triumphant, rejoicing to suffer for the 
name of Jesus. 

He w^as ninety-five years old when he died. He 
had been a Christian, according to his own testi- 


mony, eighty -six years. Poly carp must have been 
converted when he was nine years of age. 

It is plain that a boy can be a Christian and a 
good one too. It is also plain that the good chil- 
dren do not all die young. JSTinety-five years of age 
is not very young to die. 

Are You a Murderer} 

I WAS sitting one day with a very brilliant 
lawyer in the city of Minneapolis, who was be- 
ginning to go down through drink. He was partly 
intoxicated this day. I said to him, "John, you 
ought to be a Christian." "Oh," he said, with a 
laugh, "I don't believe as you do. I am one of 
these new theologians. I believe in the larger 
hope. Now, honour bright," he continued, "do 
you believe in hell, Torrey ? " " Yes," I replied, 
" I do." " Honestly, do you believe in hell ? " "I 
do." " See here, suppose I should drop down dead 
right here, what do you think would become of 
me?" I said, "John, if you should drop down 
dead right here, you would go to hell and you 
would deserve to." He bristled up full of anger 
and said, " What have I done ? " I said, " I will 
tell you what you have done. You have got your 
wife's heart right under your heel, and you are grind- 
ing the life right out of it." He could not deny it. 
He knew it was true. I said, " You are doing 
something worse. You are trampling under foot 
the Son of God who died on the cross of Calvary 
for you." 


How many a young man is killing his mother by 
his wild, reckless, dissolute life. I was once stop- 
ping in a beautiful home, fine house, spacious 
grounds, many servants, horses and carriages, lawns 
and parks, everything that money could buy. Now 
to have gone into that home and not have known 
what lay beneath the surface, one would have said, 
" The lady at the head of this house must be per- 
fectly happy." But I found out while I was there 
that the mother of the household, so far from be- 
ing perfectly happy, was perfectly miserable. 
When all the rest of the household were asleep, 
she would arise in the silent hours of the night and 
walk up and down the broad halls of that mansion 
with a breaking heart. She could not sleep. She 
had a wayward boy in New York City and did not 
even know where he was. Some months after- 
wards I stood by the grave into which that woman 
had been lowered, and that wayward son stood by 
my side. The doctor's verdict was that that 
woman died from a stroke of apoplexy, but I said 
in my heart, " This woman died of murder, and 
this man beside me, her son, is her murderer." 

I told this story once in Melbourne, Australia, in 
the Town Hall at the business men's meeting. 
Scarcely had I finished the story when a man thirty 
or thirty-five years of age in the back part of the 
room sprang to his feet and came rushing down the 
aisle crying aloud, '^ I am a murderer. I am a 
murderer. I have killed my mother." He was a 
notorious infidel and drunkard. He had often 
blasphemed Christ from the public platform in that 


city, but this day the arrow went home, his sin was 
laid bare. He went into a side room and fell upon 
his knees and cried to God for mercy. After the 
meeting was over, I went and knelt by his side, 
where an aged Episcopal clergyman was talking to 
him. " Oh," he said, " is there pardon for me ? 
For one who has spoken so blasphemously as I have 
from the infidel platform in this city ? " I showed 
him that there was pardon for the chief of sinners, 
that there was pardon for one who had killed his 
mother by his reckless life and even for one who 
had blasphemed the name of the Saviour who had 
died on the cross of Calvary for him, and done all 
he could to get others to blaspheme Him too, and 
that day he went away trusting in the Saviour, 
whom he had once blasphemed. 

What joy there must have been in that mother's 
heart that day in the Glory if word of her son's 
conversion was taken to her. 

Insulting God 

One night one of my workers called me and 
said, " Come and talk to this man. He is an in- 
fidel." I went over and talked to him. I said, 
" Are you an infidel ? " He said, " Yes, I am an 
infidel." I said, " Will you tell me why you are an 
infidel ? " He said, " Yes, sir, because the Bible is 
full of contradictions." I said, " Will you please 
show me one?" He said, "It is full of them." 
" Well," I said, " if it is full of them you ought at 
least to be able to show me one. Will you show me 


one ? " He said, " I don't pretend to know as much 
about the Bible as you do." " What are you talk- 
ing about it for then ? " I asked. " Now," I con- 
tinued, "the Bible is God's Word. God is its 
author, and in throwing contempt on the Bible, you 
are throwing contempt upon God who is the author 
of it, and Jesus tells us that men shall give ac- 
count of every idle word in the Day of Judgment, 
and you will have to give account of this idle word 
you have spoken against the Bible and against God 
who is its Author." He turned pale, as well he 
might, and said, " I did not mean to do that." 
" Well, that is what you have done," and that is 
what many a man is doing, speaking lightly and 
thoughtlessly about the Bible, not realizing that in 
condemning the Bible, he is insulting the God who 
is the Author of it, and he will have to give ac- 
count of his folly in the Day of Judgment. 

Waiting for an Opportunity 

One year when I was conducting missions in dif- 
ferent parts of England, my family resided at 
Southport, a pleasant seaside town. I would go 
there to spend my holidays. The first time I was 
there I met a man whom God laid upon ray heart, 
and whom I determined to win for Christ. He had 
once been a prosperous farmer and had gone down 
and down through drink and his wife was now sup- 
porting the family by taking lodgers, and he was 
doing little things as he was able. He was a most 
unlikely case and my heart went out towards him, 


and I determined to win him for Christ. I began 
to cultivate his acquaintance, watching for an op- 
portunity to win him for Christ. Every time I 
met him on the street, I would speak with him. 
When he became disposed to show me little acts of 
kindness I accepted them in order to win him. 
Time after time I met him but an opportunity to 
speak about the great question did not come. 
When we were in Manchester, I referred to him in 
an address and about my waiting for an oppor- 
tunity, and a man in the audience was heard to 
whisper to another, " Well, he will die before he 
speaks to him," but he was mistaken. I was watch- 
ing and praying and God was listening, and the de- 
sired opportunity came. 

Eeturning to Southport for a few days after a 
mission, I heard the man had caught cold and was 
quite ill. I met his daughter and asked if I could 
see him. " Yes," she said, " father heard you were 
coming to Southport, and wondered if you would 
not come to see him." I went to the room where 
he was lying in bed and found him very ill indeed 
and very approachable. In fact, his wife was try- 
ing to read the Bible to him, though she did not 
know where to read. I took the Bible and read 
passages that pointed out our need of a Saviour 
and told of God's love to sinners, and that made 
clear God's way of salvation, and then explained 
the way of salvation as simply as I could and 
prayed with him. 

The next evening I met his daughter again and 
asked if I could see her father again. " Yes," she 


said, " he was hoping you would come again and 
wondered if you would not." I heard that during 
the night in his delirium he had been talking about 
me and my son, whose acquaintance he had also 
made. This encouraged me to think that I was 
winning my way with him. I went to see him and 
found him perfectly clear in mind, but I felt he could 
not pull through the night. I was more definite than 
the night before, explained the Way of Life more 
fully and he professed to accept Christ, and I knelt 
by his bed and prayed, and afterwards asked him 
to follow me in prayer word by word. He followed 
me in a confession of his sin, in an expression of 
his belief in the testimony of God's Word about 
Jesus Christ, that Jesus had borne his sin in His 
own body on the cross (Isa. 53 : 6) and he asked God 
to forgive his sins because Jesus had borne them in 
His own body. Then he told his Heavenly Father 
that he trusted He had forgiven his sins because of 
the atoning death of Christ. Finally he told God 
that if it was His will, he wished to be raised from 
that bed of sickness, that he might serve Christ 
before men but if it was not His will to raise him 
up, he was willing to be taken from this world and 
to depart and be with Christ. When I arose he 
seemed to be resting clearly in the Lord Jesus 

A few hours later, there was a rap on my door. 
A lady came in and told me he had passed away, a 
little while after I left, trusting in Christ. 


Lost Through Delay 

When I was at home in Chicago, if I had a 
night off, I would often run out to some other city 
to help the ministers there. One night I ran across 
the line to the city of Hammond, Indiana. After 
speaking I gave out the invitation. Among those 
who were moved by the Spirit of God was a young 
woman. She rose to her feet and started for the 
front, but the young man who sat by her side 
caught her by her arm and said, " Don't go to-night. 
If you wait a few days I may go with you." For 
fear of offending this young man to whom she was 
engaged to be married, she sat down and threw 
away her opportunity. 

The next week I went to speak in the opera 
house. At the close of the meeting two young 
women came to me and said, " Oh, Mr. Torrey, 
just as soon as you can get away from the opera 
house, come with us. There is a young lady who 
started for the front the other night but the young 
man to whom she was engaged asked her to wait 
for him and she sat down. Now she has erysipelas. 
It has gone to her brain. We think she is dying. 
Probably she will not live until morning. Come to 
see her just as soon as you can get away from the 
opera house." As soon as I could get away from the 
after meeting, I hurried along from the opera house 
to her home. I was taken up the stairs into the 
room where the poor girl lay a dying. You could 
not recognize her. Her face was painted black 
with iodine. But she was perfectly conscious. I 


urged her then and there to take Christ. " Oh," she 
said, """I cannot." " But," I said, " you started to 
take Him the other night when I was here at Ham- 
mond." " Yes," she said, " but I did not take Him 
then. I am dying now and I cannot take Christ 
now. It is too late." I plead with her. I besought 
her. I knew it was her last hour. I tried to per- 
suade her that the Lord Jesus would receive her 
even then, that He said : " Him that cometh to Me 
I will in no wise cast out," but she would not listen 
and would not yield. 

When I passed out of that room of awful dark- 
ness, a young man in the hallway caught me by the 
hand, took me into a cold, dark room, and though I 
could not see him in the darkness, I could feel that 
he was shaking like a leaf. " Oh," he said, " Mr. 
Torrey, I am engaged to marry that girl. When 
you spoke here last week we were both at the meet- 
ing. When you gave out the invitation, she started 
for the front but I detained her. I said, * No, don't 
go. H you wait for a few days I may go with you.' 
She did not go forward and now she is dying with- 
out Christ. She is lost, and I am to blame. I am 
to blame." 

If you to-night are anywhere near a decision for 
Christ, don't put it off. Don't let the fear of man 
frighten you out of taking your stand for Him. 

Jolly, But Wretched 

One of the brightest memories of my boyhood is 
of the jolliest man I ever met. He was the centre 


of attraction in every circle of society he ever 
visited. Let him go into a room full of strangers 
and soon everybody was at home with him and he 
was the centre of the entire circle always. I loved 
him. I delighted in his company. There was no 
man or boy that I so loved to have around. When- 
ever he was present I knew there was to be merri- 
ment. He was the first man that ever took me to 
the theatre. He took my brother next older than I 
and myself and his own son, but he was more fun 
than the whole show. It was merriment all the 
way to the theatre ; it was merriment all the way 
back from the theatre. 

Though more than forty years have passed I can 
remember the details of that evening yet. I think 
he was the brightest, cheeriest man I ever saw. 

But I grew older and he grew older. When 
I had attained to manhood and was a preacher of 
the Gospel, one night he dropped into the house 
where I was staying. It was the dinner hour. 
After dinner I was to preach in New York, and I 
invited him to go along with me. He had become 
somewhat religious but not an out and out Chris- 
tian. I felt confident he was not a saved man and 
hoped that if he went to the meeting that night I 
might succeed in leading him to Christ ; for I was 
sure he loved me as I did him ; so I invited him 
to go. He went with me. 

After the meeting was over and we were on our 
way home, I approached him directly and personally 
on the point of accepting Christ. He opened his 
heart to me and let me see what was there, and I 


found that the merriest of all men I had ever known, 
underneath all this gaiety was one of the saddest of 
men. He had not found the true secret of joy, the 
joy that goes down to the deepest depths of the 
heart and that never fails, the joy of the Holy 
Ghost, which Jesus alone can give. 

A Bartender' s Jest 

An honest German couple in Chicago kept a 
saloon on the west side. It did not seem to have 
ever entered their heads that there was anything 
wrong in keeping a saloon. One day the woman 
was a little ill and complaining about the saloon. 
A company of colored people across the road were 
holding meetings and claiming that God answered 
their prayers. The bartender said jestingly to the 
saloon keeper's wife, " Why don't you go over and 
let the niggers pray for you ? " She replied, " I be- 
lieve I will." She went over and they did pray for 
her and she was not only healed but led to accept 
Christ and saved. 

She came back to the saloon and told what the 
Lord had done for her. After that every day she 
would go into the saloon, sit down with the men at 
the tables and urge them to accept Christ. The bar- 
tender was now frightened and said to the saloon- 
keeper, " You had better stop your wife's talking, 
or she will spoil your business." He said, " I don't 
care if she does." Soon he was converted himself 
and they both gave up the business and became 
active out and out Christians, and for years have 


been faithful members of the Chicago Avenue 

'' / W^nt to Wait a. Little Longer " 

It is amazing how the devil blinds men and 
women into thinking that there is plenty of time 
to repent and accept Christ. One night there came 
into our after meeting in Chicago a man far above 
the average in intelligence. In fact, he occupied a 
high judicial position in an adjoining state. When 
I began to speak to him, he said, " I have lost my 
wife this past summer, and I have been very lonely 
and I have been thinking that I ought to accept 
Christ. I am getting to be an old man. I am sev' 
enty-six years old. Your sermon touched me deeply 
to-night and I decided that I would rise and that I 
would speak to you afterwards." " I am very glad 
you did," I said. " Will you accept Christ now ? " 
The old judge hesitated a little while, then he said, 
" No, I don't think I am quite ready to do it yet. 
I would like to wait a while longer." It took an 
amazing amount of persuasion to convince that 
man that seventy-six years was long enough to wait. 
He seemed to think that though he was seventy-six 
years old, there was still plenty of time to accept 

Sold Her Soul for One Dance 

A YOUNG lady was once under deep conviction of 
sin. She saw and felt her need of a Saviour. Her 


minister went to her and urged upon her an im- 
mediate acceptance of Christ. " No," she said, " I 
cannot accept Christ to-night. I am going to a 
dance next week, and if I accepted Christ I could not 

go to that dance, but I will promise you, Mr. S 

that I will accept Christ immediately after that 
dance." Her minister tried to show her the peril 
of the decision she was making, but she was de- 
termined to go to one more dance and then she 
would accept Christ. Until that dance was past no 
amount of persuasion moved her. The night of 
the dance came and she went. She caught cold at 
the dance and it settled down into lung fever. She 
began to sink rapidly, and her minister fearing that 
her time had come called upon her again. He re- 
called his former conversation and how she had 
promised to accept Christ after the dance, but the 
dying girl was hard and hopeless. " No," she said, 

" Mr. S , I cannot accept Christ now. I refused 

to accept Him when I was well and strong and now 
I am dying and I cannot accept Christ." He tried 
to show her how ready Christ was to pardon even 
at the last moment but she could not grasp it. All 
his persuasions were of no avail and the poor girl 
died in hopeless despair. She had sold her soul for 
one more dance. 

I Am an Infidel 

"When we were in New Zealand, by the delay of 
the steamer, we were enabled to hold one evening 
meeting in Invercargill. The meeting was held in 


the Drill Hall. The night was close. There was 
no way of adequately ventilating the building. 
Men and women fainted on every hand and were 
carried from the building, but still the people 
lingered and listened to the preaching of the 
Word of God. When I dismissed the first meet- 
ing, many of the people had to pass right in front 
of the platform. A tall man with stooped 
shoulders about sixty years of age came by the 
platform and looked up at me and scowled and 
said, " I am an infidel." " You don't need to tell 
me that," 1 replied. " Your face shows it. You 
have one of the most wretched faces I ever saw." 
The man passed on in silence. The next day I re- 
ceived a letter from him. He said, " I am 
wretched. How can I be anything but wretched ? " 
Ah, there is nothing in infidelity to meet the 
deepest needs of the human heart. Nothing in in- 
fidelity to transform the sorrows of life into joys. 
Intelligent faith in Christ fills the life with sun- 
shine. Unbelief fills the heart with clouds and 

The Champion Heavy Weight Pugilist 

When we were in Launceston in Tasmania, I 
received a letter from a man asking me to visit his 
wife. He said his wife had been an invalid for 
many years and they had tried all the physicians 
in Launceston. He noticed in the papers that I 
was a doctor and he thought an American doctor 
might succeed where their home doctors had failed. 


It was evident that the man had mistaken me for a 
physician. A few nights after this man followed 
up his letter by coming around to the meeting to 
interview me personally. He was the champion 
heavy-weight pugilist of Tasmania. He had not 
come to hear a sermon but to implore me to visit 
his sick wife. But he got there in time to hear the 
sermon. The subject was " Heroes and Cowards," 
and he was greatly interested. In it I told the 
story of a S'orth Carolina farmer's son whose 
father at great sacrifice had sent him to college, 
and then when the father went to visit the son, the 
son was ashamed of him before his gay college com- 
panions. As I pictured this farmer with glad heart 
driving towards the college town to visit his son 
and then his son's denial of his father, the pugilist 
grew very angry. He wanted to thrash that un- 
grateful son, but then the thought came to him, 
" You are meaner and more ungrateful than he. 
You owe more to God than that son owed his 
father and yet how are you treating Him ? " Filled 
with shame at his ungrateful treatment of God, 
when I gave out the invitation, the pugilist rose to 
his feet and then came forward and turned around 
and faced the audience, most all of whom knew 
him by reputation, and publicly confessed his sin 
and his acceptance of Jesus Christ. 

He immediately went to work for Christ, and 
about the last sight we saw as the steamer pulled 
out of Launceston and sailed down the river was 
Jim Burke, towering above the crowd waving good- 
bye to us with his red hymn-book. 


The spirit lUumined the Face of Jesus 

One night a lot of our students came home from 
Pacific Garden Mission full of rejoicing over the 
number of conversions there had been that night. 
" We had a great time at the mission to-night," they 
said, " a large number of drunkards came to the front 
and accepted Christ as their Saviour." 

The next day I met Harry Monroe, superintend- 
ent of the mission on the street. " Harry," I said, 
" the boys tell me you had a great time at the mission 
last night." " Would you like to know how it came 
about ?" he answered. " It pleased the Holy Spirit 
to illumine the face of Jesus, and sinners just saw 
Him and believed." It was a rather unique way of 
putting it but it well stated the truth. It is only 
when the Holy Spirit bears His testimony to Jesus 
that men see and believe. 


There was handed to me one evening in Christ 
Church, New Zealand, a note from a lady. It read, 
" Is there any place where I can find satisfaction for 
my soul ? I have been looking for it everywhere. 
I have sought it in wealth, but have not found it ; I 
have sought it in society, but have not found it ; I 
have sought it in the pleasures of this world, but 
have not found it ; I have sought it in study, but 
have not found it ; I have sought it in art, but have 
not found it ; I have been seeking it in travel, I have 
just returned from a tour around the world seeking 


for satisfaction for my heart, but have not found it. 
Can you tell me where I can find it ? ' " 

The note was unsigned. I read it before the 
meeting that night and replied, " Yes, I can tell this 
lady where she can find satisfaction to-night. She 
can find it in Jesus. * Whosoever shall drink of the 
water that 1 shall give him shall never thirst, but 
the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well 
of water springing up into everlasting life.' " 

At the close of the meeting a lady came to me and 
said, " It was I who wrote that note." With my 
open Bible, I showed the Way of Life and she ac- 
cepted Jesus. The next night she came back and 
came forward and said, " Last night I wrote a note 
to Dr. Torrey asking him if there was any place 
where I could find satisfaction for my soul. I had 
sought it everywhere. I had sought it in wealth, 
in fashion, in society, in pleasure, in study, in art 
and in travel but could not find it. Last night I 
took Jesus Christ and I have found the satisfaction 
for my soul which I have been seeking all these 

/ Don't Knoiv Him 

A BEAUTIFUL young mother in New York City 
returning to the building in which her little infant 
lay asleep was appalled to see the building in flames. 
The firemen could not restrain her and she dashed 
through the flames and rescued her child, but in 
doing so, she was so severely burned that her face 
was horribly disfigured for life. When she looked 



at her face in the glass after it was healed, she was 
shocked at her disfigurement, but was comforted by 
the thought that when her little daughter grew up 
she would appreciate the sacrifice that her mother 
had made to rescue her. The little child did grow 
up to be a young woman of uncommon beauty. 
She was much admired and petted. 

One day there was an excursion up the river and 
both mother and daughter went. The beautiful 
daughter was on the front deck surrounded by a 
host of admirers, laughing and talking. The dis- 
figured mother was on the rear deck looking after 
the wraps and other things. The mother had occa- 
sion to go to the front deck to speak to her daughter. 
As she drew near, a gay young man asked the 
beautiful young girl, " Who is that hideous looking 
woman coming ? " In a low tone, the beautiful 
daughter said, "I don't know." But the words 
were not so low but what the mother caught them 
and that loving heart was broken by the gross in- 
gratitude of the daughter for whom she had sacri- 
ficed so much. 

How we shudder at the thought of such awful in- 
gratitude, but are we not guilty of a grosser ingrat- 
itude towards our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ ? 
His visage was more marred than any man's and 
His form more than the sons of men, and yet how 
many to-day are ashamed of Him and say, " I do 
not know Him." 


Won by Love 

I USED to have a friend in Chicago— he is in 
heaven now — Colonel Clarke, a man who lived en- 
tirely for others, and especially for the poor and 
outcast — a rich man, who gave up all his money for 
the poor. He lived very plainly. He worked him- 
self literally to death. He worked at his business 
six days every week, and he preached the Gospel 
seven nights every week. He worked at his busi- 
ness to make money to run his mission and feed the 
poor. And the poor loved him, and the outcast 
loved him, and everybody that had any sense and 
knew him loved him — one of the loveliest men that 
ever walked God's earth. One night there came 
into the Pacific Garden Mission — his mission — a 
man who had for fourteen years been a hopeless 
slave to whiskey and alcohol in all its forms, and 
opium and morphine. The man had been crippled 
in early childhood. He had been in a railroad acci- 
dent, was all smashed up, and lost the use of both 
legs. He dragged himself along as best he could 
on his crutches. He was not able to stand on his 
feet. He sort of balanced himself as he dragged 
himself along on his crutches. 

This night, when he came into the mission. 
Colonel Clarke saw him. I suppose he was the 
most miserable-looking man in the mission and 
Colonel Clarke went up to him, and tried to per- 
suade him to take Christ and to believe on the 
Lord Jesus. But he would not. The next day 
Colone Clarke was going down La Salle Street, one 


of our busiest business streets, and right ahead of 
him he saw this poor opium fiend dragging himself 
along on his crutches. Colonel Clarke hurried up, 
put his hand on his shoulder, and took him into an 
alleyway, where he told him about Jesus. Then he 
said, " Let us kneel down." And the strong man 
put his arm around that poor wretch of a cripple, 
helped him down on to his knees and prayed for 
him. This poor man in rags, a wretch, a cripple, 
an opium fiend, a whiskey fiend, an alcohol fiend, 
knelt there in the alleyway, put his confidence in 
Jesus Christ, and when Colonel Clarke helped him 
up on his crutches he was a child of God, and to- 
day he is a preacher of the gospel. 

Two Lawyers Convinced 

In the great triumph of Deism in England, two 
of the most brilliant men in the denial of the 
supernatural were the eminent legal authorities, 
Gilbert West and Lord Lyttleton. The two men 
were put forward to crush the defenders of the 
supernatural in the Bible. They had a conference 
together and one of them said to the other that it 
would be difiicult to maintain their position unless 
they disposed of two of the alleged bulwarks of 
Christianity, namely the alleged resurrection of 
Jesus from the dead, and the alleged conversion of 
Saul of Tarsus. Lyttleton undertook to write a 
book to show that Saul of Tarsus was never con- 
verted, as is recorded in the Acts of the Apostles, 
but that his alleged conversion was a myth, if 


Gilbert West would write another book to show 
that the alleged resurrection of Christ from the 
dead was a myth. West said to Lyttleton, " I shall 
have to depend upon you for my facts, for I am 
somewhat rusty on the Bible." To which Lyttle- 
ton replied that he was counting upon West, for he 
too was somewhat rusty on the Bible. One of 
them said to the other, " If we are to be honest in 
the matter, we ought at least to study the evidence," 
and this they undertook to do. 

They had numerous conferences together while 
they were preparing their works. In one of these 
conferences West said to Lyttleton that there had 
been something on his mind for some time that he 
thought he ought to speak to him about, that as 
he had been studying the evidence, he was begin- 
ning to feel that there was something in it. Lyttle- 
ton replied that he was glad to hear him say so, for 
he himself had been somewhat shaken as he had 
studied the evidence of the conversion of Saul of 
Tarsus. Finally, when the books were finished, the 
two men met. West said to Lyttleton, " Have you 
written your book ? " He replied that he had, but 
he said, " West, as I have been studying the evi- 
dence and weighing it according to the recognized 
laws of legal evidence, I have become satisfied that 
Saul of Tarsus was converted as is stated in the 
Acts of the Apostles, and that Christianity is true 
and I have written my book on that side." The 
book can be found to-day in any first-class library. 
"Have you written your book?" said Lyttleton. 
" Yes, but as I have studied the evidence for the 


resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead and 
have weighed it according to the acknowledged 
laws of evidence, I have become satisfied that Jesus 
really rose from the dead as recorded in the gospels, 
and have written my book on that side." This 
book can also be found in our libraries to-day. 

Let any man of legal mind, any man that is ac- 
customed to and competent to weigh evidence — yes, 
any man with fair reasoning powers, and above all 
with perfect candour, sit down to the study of the 
evidence for the resurrection of Jesus Christ from 
the dead, and he will become satisfied that beyond 
a peradventure that Jesus really rose from the dead 
as is recorded in the four gospels. 

Lost by Neglect 

More people are lost in Christian lands through 
simple neglect than in any other way. Millions of 
people drift through life neglecting, drift into the 
grave neglecting, drift into eternity neglecting, drift 
into hell neglecting. Here is a dying man, very 
near death, lying upon his death-bed. Standing 
upon a table within easy reach — and he has power 
to put out his hand and get it — is a goblet in which 
there is a healing draught. If the man puts out his 
hand and takes the goblet and drinks the medicine, 
he will be cured. If he won't drink it, he will die. 
Kow, what is all that is necessary for that man to 
do to be saved ? Simply to put out his hand, take 
the medicine and drink it. What is all that is 
necessary for him to do to die ? It is not necessary 


for him to commit suicide by cutting his throat ; it 
is not necessary for him to assault the doctor ; it is 
not necessary for him to even take the medicine and 
throw it out of the window ; it is not even neces- 
sary for him to refuse to take the medicine ; all that 
is necessary for him to die is simply to neglect to put 
out his hand and take it. Every man and woman 
and child out of Christ is now dying the eternal 
death. Eight within reach in the Bible and in the 
Christ of the Bible is the medicine that will cure 
you and save you, and it is the only medicine that 
will. What is all that you have to do to be saved ? 
Simply to put out your hand and take the medicine. 
What is all that is necessary for you to do to be 
lost ? It is not necessary to get up and curse and 
swear ; it is not necessary for you to get up and 
ridicule the Bible ; it is not necessary to go out and 
say outrageous things about God and Christ ; it is 
not necessary to go out and commit a great im- 
morality ; it is not necessary even to say, " I won't 
take the Gospel " ; all that is necessary for you to 
do to be lost is simply to neglect to take it. You 
are lost already, and unless you take Christ and take 
Him soon, you will be lost eternally. 

Here is a boat in the Niagara Kiver away above 
the falls. The current there is very gentle. A man 
sits in the boat. There is a strong pair of oars rest- 
ing by his feet. If the man wants to, he can take 
the oars and pull out of the current to the shore. 
But the man simply sits there and drifts on and on, 
gently at first, then a little swifter, then swifter, 
and now the man is in the swift current. He is al- 


ready at the head of the rapids. If he should get 
up now and take hold of the oars with all his 
strength, he could not pull against the current. 
Men on the shore see his peril. They run along 
the shore, throw a rope, as has often been done, and 
it falls in the boat right at the man's feet. Strong 
arms on the shore are ready to pull him ashore if 
he takes the rope. What is all that is necessary for 
him to do to be saved ? Simply to lay hold of the 
rope, and the men on shore will do the rest. What 
is all that is necessary for him to do to be lost ? It 
is not necessary for him to take the oars and pull on 
with the current ; it is not necessary for him to 
throw himself overboard into the rapids ; it is not 
necessary for him even to refuse to take the rope. 
If he will only sit still for about thirty seconds and 
do nothing, the current will take that boat and 
sweep it on, on, on over the falls over which no man 
has gone and lived. 

That is a picture of every man and woman 
out of Christ. You are in the current. The cur- 
rent of sin is so swift and strong that no man can 
pull against it in his own strength. But God, stand- 
ing on the shores of eternity, in His infinite love, 
has thrown out a rope in the Gospel of His Son, 
good and strong, and it has fallen at the feet of 
every man and woman. What is all that you have 
got to do to be saved ? Just lay hold of the rope — 
just take Christ, and God will bring you home to 
glory. What is all you have to do to be lost ? It 
is not necessary for you to get drunk, to commit 
adultery, or some other great sin ; it is not neces- 


sary for you to go out and try to be an infidel ; it 
is not necessary for you to abuse the preacher. All 
that is necessary for you to do is simply to do noth- 
ing. You are in the current. Do nothing just a 
little longer, and it will sweep you on, on, on over 
the awful cataract into the bottomless abyss of 
eternal despair. 

The Holy Ghost Felt Upon Us 

I SHALL never forget a day at Northfield, July 8, 
1894. It was a Sunday. I was preaching in the 
church to the college students gathered there from 
Yale, Harvard and other eastern colleges. I was 
speaking about the Holy Spirit. I took out my 
watch as I closed. It was precisely twelve o'clock. 
I said, " Young men, Mr. Moody has invited us up 
to the mountainside this afternoon at three o'clock 
to pray for the Holy Ghost. It is three hours to 
three o'clock. Three hours is a long time to wait. 
You don't need to wait three hours. Go to your 
hotel, go to your tent, go out into the woods, go 
anywhere alone with God, meet the conditions, and 
ask God for the baptism with the Holy Spirit, and 
you will receive it before three o'clock." Three 
o'clock came, and four hundred and fifty-six students 
gathered in front of Mr. Moody's mother's house. 
She was still living then. I know the number, be- 
cause Paul Moody counted them as they passed 
through the gate. We passed down through the 
fields, and started up the mountainside. After going 
part way up, Mr. Moody said, " We don't need to 


go farther now ; sit down here." We sat dow^n on 
the logs and on the pine needles. Mr. Moody said, 
" Has any one anything to say before we pray ? " 
One after another — about seventy-five students, rose 
and said in substance, " Mr. Moody, I could not wait 
till three o'clock. I have been alone with God and 
I believe I have a right to say I have received the 
Holy Ghost." 

After these testimonies were over, Mr. Moody 
said, " I can't see any reason why we should not 
kneel down here and pray for the Holy Spirit to 
fall upon us as definitely as He fell upon the apos- 
tles on the day of Pentecost. Let us pray." Some 
of us knelt. Some of us lay upon our faces, and we 
began to pray. As we had been going up the moun- 
tainside, thick clouds had been gathering over us. 
As we began to pray, the clouds broke and the rain- 
drops commenced to fall through the overhanging 
pine needles. Another cloud had been gathering 
over Northfield for ten days — a cloud big with the 
blessing and power of God ; and as we prayed, our 
prayers seemed to pierce that cloud, and the Holy 
Ghost fell upon us. 

An Untutored Savage Silences a Man of Science 

Years ago a great Frenchman of science was 
crossing the Arabian desert under the leadership 
of an Arab guide. When the sun was setting in 
the west, the guide spread his praying-rug down 
upon the ground and began to pray. When he had 
finished the man of science stood looking at him 


with scorn, and asked him what he was doing. He 
said, "I am praying." "Praying! praying to 
whom?" "To Allah, to God." The man of 
science said, " Did you ever see God ? " " No." 
" Did you ever hear God ? " " No." " Did you ever 
put out your hand and touch God or feel God ? " 
" No." " Then you are a great fool to believe in a 
God you never saw, a God you never heard, a God 
you never put out your hand and touched." The 
Arab guide said nothing. They retired for the 
night, rose early the next morning, and a little be- 
fore sunrise they went out from the tent. The 
man of science said to the Arab guide, " There was 
a camel round this tent last night." With a 
peculiar look in his eye, the Arab said, " Did you 
see the camel?" "No." "Did you hear the 
camel ? " " No." " Did you put out your hand 
and touch the camel ? " " No." " Well, you are 
a strange man of science to believe in a camel you 
never saw, a camel you never heard, a camel you 
never put out your hands and touched." "Oh, 
but," said the other, " here are his footprints all 
around the tent." Just then the sun was rising in 
all its oriental splendour, and with a graceful wave 
of his barbaric hand, the guide said, " Behold the 
footprints of the Creator, and know that there is a 
God." I think the untutored savage had the best 
of the argument. 


Worth More Than a Bank Account 

Here is a working man who goes home on 
Saturday from the place where he works. His 
wife meets him at the door, expecting him to hand 
over the week's wages — very happy at the end of 
another week's work. As she opens the door she 
sees a very anxious look in his face. She says, 
" John, what is the matter ? " " Mary, I am dis- 
charged. The place is shutting down. We are 
all discharged. There are thousands of men out 
of employment in London. I don't know of any- 
thing I can find to do. I have no money in the 
bank, and I don't know how I am going to take 
care of you and the children till work begins 
again." And the man sits down and buries his 
face in his hands, and is filled with utter despair. 

Another man goes home from the same mill. 
His wife meets him at the door, but there is no 
anxious look. There is a serious look. She says, 
" John, what is the matter ? " and he tells her the 
same story up to a certain point. " The place is 
shut down; we are all out of work. I have no 
money put away for a rainy day, and I don't know 
where to find employment. I don't know how to 
keep you and the children from starvation, but, 
Mary, we believe in God and we believe in the 
Bible." He hangs up his overcoat, takes out the 
family Bible, opens it at the twenty-third Psalm, 
and reads, "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall 
not want ; " turns to the sixth chapter of Matthew, 
the thirty-third verse, "Seek ye first the King- 


dom of God and His righteousness, and all these 
things shall be added unto you ; " turns to 
Philippians, fourth chapter and the nineteenth 
verse, " My God shall supply all your need ac- 
cording to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus." 
" Mary," he says, " these are promises of God. I 
don't know how we shall be taken care of, but I 
know we shall, for these promises are sure." 
I had rather have that in a world of change 
such as you and I live in, where a man is a million- 
aire to-day and a pauper to-morrow than to have 
the biggest bank account in England. 

Take another illustration. The man goes home 
this time light-hearted, his week's wages in his 
pocket, thinking how it will gladden his wife as he 
hands it over. As he reaches the door, his wife 
hurries to the door. The anxious look is on her 
face now. He says, " Mary, what has happened ? " 
"Oh," she says, "John, little Minnie is very ill. 
She has a high fever. You know they are having 
scarlet fever around the corner. I am afraid she 
has it." He hurries in, lays his hand upon the 
fevered brow, looks at those parched lips and that 
curious looking skin. He says, "Mary, you are 
right; she has the scarlet fever." He sits down 
crushed. He has nowhere to turn, for a man who 
is godless cannot turn to God. 

The other man — the Christian man — goes home. 
His wife meets him at the door. He sees an earnest 
look in her face. He asks the same question and 
gets the same answer up to a certain point — that 
she is afraid the little daughter has the scarlet 


fever. He goes in, lays his hand upon the fevered 
brow, looks at the symptoms, and sees beyond a 
doubt that his little child has the terrible plague. 
He says, " Mary, she has the scarlet fever, but we 
believe in a God that answers prayer, and I believe 
that if we pray He will raise up our child. But, if 
in His infinite wisdom. He sees fit to take her from 
us, we have brought her up to be a Christian, and 
for her to die will simply be to depart and be with 
Christ, where we shall meet her again." He opens 
his Bible and reads Psalm 50 : 15 : " Call upon Me 
in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and 
thou shalt glorify Me." He kneels down and 
prays ; arises and opens his Bible again at John 
14 : 1 and reads, " Let not your heart be troubled : 
ye believe in God, believe also in Me. In My 
Father's house are many mansions : if it were not 
so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place 
for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, 
I will come again, and receive you unto Myself, 
that where I am there ye may be also." 

That is something wprth having in a world such 
as you and I live in, and I would rather have that 
than the biggest bank account on earth. 

Whom the Lord Loveth He Chasteneth 

A GENTLEMAN met me on the street one day 
and said, " Would you like to take a drive ? " We 
went out to a cemetery, and came to a place where 
there were three graves. One was long; it was 
the grave of an adult, and in it his wife was buried. 


In the two short graves were the bodies of his two 
daughters, all he had in the world except a baby- 
boy. We knelt and prayed by the side of the 
graves. As we were driving back to town the 
gentleman said, " I pity the man that God has not 
chastened." What did he mean? He meant that 
he had been a man of the world, an upright man, 
but not a Christian. One night when he came home 
his wife said, '* Porter, one of the children is sick." 
In a few days she was cold and dead ; and, as she lay 
in the casket, he knelt down, and promised God to 
take Christ as his Lord and Master. But he lied to 
God, and forgot all about his resolution. Some 
time after he came home again, and his wife said, 
" Porter, the other child is sick." In a few days 
she also lay cold and dead. Once more he knelt 
down and promised God that he would become 
a Christian, and Icejpt his word. All the holiest, 
deepest, purest joys of life had come from his great 

*'I Am a Scoundrel'' 

One night in my own church in Chicago in the 
after-meeting, a gentleman who sat in the second 
row called me to his side. He said, " I want to ask 
you a question. I am not a Christian. I make no 
pretensions to being a Christian, but I lead a moral, 
upright, honest life, and the question I want to ask 
you is this, if I don't accept Christ, leading the 
moral, upright life that I do, will I be sent to hell 
just because I don't accept Christ ? " I said, " You 


certainly will." " Well, all I have to say is, it isn't 
fair." I said, " Wait. Suppose you had a mother, 
who was one of the noblest women that ever 
lived." He said, "I have." " Suppose that mother 
loved you with even greater love than a mother 
ordinarily loves her son." He said, " She does." 
" Suppose that mother would be willing to lay 
down her life and to die for you." He said, " She 

" Yery well," I said, " having such a mother as 
you say you have, suppose you should do your duty 
by every one else, your duty by your wife, by your 
children, by those you are connected with in busi- 
ness, by your neighbours, by the state, your duty 
by every one else but that old mother that loves 
you, that has suffered for you, that would be willing 
to die for you ; now suppose you turned her out on 
the street to starve and perish, what would you say 
of yourself ? " He said, " I should say that I was 
a scoundrel." 

" Yery well," I said, " Jesus Christ is holier, 
better, nobler than any mother that ever lived. 
Jesus Christ not only loved you enough to die for 
you. He actually did die for you. Now suppose 
you do your duty by wife, by children, by neigh- 
bours, by business associates, but utterly fail in your 
duty to Jesus Christ, what would you say of your- 
self ? " He had sense enough to see the point. He 
said, " I am a scoundrel." 

Be honest. You will have to be honest some 
day. Be honest with God, be honest with yourself. 
The claims of Christ are higher than the claims of 


the whole race, and if we do our duty by every fel- 
low being and fail in our duty towards Christ, we 
fail at the principal point. 

** Earth has no Sorrow That Jesus Cannot 

Some time ago, in America, there were a gentle- 
man and his wife who had a very happy home. 
The man was prosperous in business in the city of 
Cleveland, but there came a reverse in business, and 
the man lost everything he had in the world. The 
home was broken up ; his eldest daughter had to 
go out to work for a living. His two boys were 
too young to work. His wife had to leave him and 
take the two boys and go away to one of the 
southern states to the home of a sister, and act as 
housekeeper to make a living for herself and boys. 
The father went to Chicago, to see if he could not 
retrieve his fortunes. He met with success and 
cheering letters full of promise of a brighter day 
were sent to the wife in the south. But one day 
she received a telegraphic dispatch saying that her 
husband was very ill, and that she had better come 
on to Chicago at once. She took the train. It was 
a long journey. She reached Chicago at night and 
went to the hospital to which her husband had been 

By some mistake, the authorities of the hospital 
said to her, " You cannot see your husband to-night ; 
come at nine o'clock to-morrow morning, and you 
can see him." With a heavy heart she went to the 


place where she stopped, and went back to the 
hospital at nine the next morning. As she rang 
the bell, they met her at the door and said, " Your 
husband died last night." She took him out and 
buried him, and so great was her loneliness and 
her sorrow, and so frequent her weeping, that it 
affected her eyesight. She went to a physician. 
The physician told her that it was not very serious, 
that she could go back to Mississippi and her eyes 
would soon be well. She supposed that he was a 
regular practitioner but she found out too late that 
he was a Christian Science physician, and was tr}^- 
ing to cure her by making her think she was not ill. 

She went back to Mississippi. Her eyes got 
worse and worse. She went to a regular physician. 
He said, " Madam, your case is hopeless. If you 
had come to me a few weeks ago, I could have 
helped you. Your trouble has gone so far now 
that there is absolutely no hope for you. You will 
be totally blind." In a few days she was totally 
blind — home broken up, husband buried, eyesight 
gone. She came on to Chicago. She dropped into 
our church ; she heard the gospel, she heard about 
Jesus. She came to Jesus with all her overwhelm- 
ing sorrow, and Jesus gave her rest. 

If you come to the prayer-meeting at our church 
any Friday night, you will see sitting there a 
woman with a refined, beautiful face, dressed in 
black, eyes closed, perfectly sightless, but in that 
face you will see a serener and profounder joy than 
you have ever seen in many faces. Yery likely, 
you will see her rise to her feet in the course of 


the meeting with a face radiant with the sunshine 
of heaven, and tell how wonderfully God has 
blessed her ; and you may hear her say (what she 
often says) that she thanks God she has lost her 
sight, for out of her great trouble she was brought 
to Christ and found a joy that she never knew be- 

There is a place where there is a cure for every 
sorrow. That place is at the feet of Jesus. 

Hunted to Death b^ Her Own Conscience 

Oyer in Canada there was a young girl leading 
a quiet life in the country. Keport came to her of 
the greater gaiety of city life in Toronto. She said, 
" I will go to the city ; it is too quiet here in the 
country. I will go to the city of Toronto, and en- 
ter into a life of gaiety." She went to Toronto ; 
she entered upon her gay life, and was soon caught, 
as so many another girl has been caught, in the 
whirlpool of sin, and went down into a life of 
shame. Days passed by ; her conscience did not 
torment her very much. One night the Fisk Jubi- 
lee Singers were singing in Toronto, and a friend 
asked her to go and hear them sing. So she went 
to the church to hear the Fisk Jubilee Singers sing, 
and she enjoyed the concert very much until these 
black singers came to that song, the weird refrain 
of which runs : 

" My mother once, my mother twice, 
My mother she'll rejoice. 
In heaven once, in heaven twice, 
My mother she'll rejoice." 


As the strains of that refrain came floating over 
the heads of the audience up to where that poor girl 
sat in the gallery, it brought back recollections 
of her childhood. She was a little child again of 
four years of age. It was evening time. Her 
mother sat by the table in the sitting-room. The 
lamp stood upon the table, and the open Bible was 
in her mother's lap, and the mother was teaching 
her, an innocent golden-headed child of four, how 
to pray. The concert went on. Again the Fisk 
Jubilee Singers came to that refrain : 

" M}'^ mother once, my mother twice, 
My mother she'll rejoice. 
In heaven once, in heaven twice, 
My mother she'll rejoice." 

The hot blood rushed to the girl's cheeks. She 
sprang from her seat in the gallery. Her friend 
tried to detain her, but she broke away and rushed 
down the gallery, down the stairway, out on to the 
streets of Toronto. On and on and on, as fast as 
her feet, now growing weary, could carry her ; 
on and on and on, beneath the flickering gaslights 
of Toronto; on and on and on, out into the open 
country ; and the next morning, when a farmer 
came to his w^hite farmhouse door, there lay the 
poor girl clutching the threshold — dead. Hunted 
to death by her own conscience. 

Woe be to the men and women whose conscience 
wakes up, who have no hiding place from their own 


Only Two Boys 

A CHILD can bear witness for Christ. One night 
I wenii out to a suburb near Chicago. It was a bitter 
cold night. After the meeting I said, " Anybody 
that will accept Christ to-night, stand up." I saw 
something big begin to get up, and it rose higher 
and higher and higher, and broader and broader 
and thicker and thicker — he weighed two hundred 
and ninety pounds. An enormous man. I said, 
" I have caught a pretty big fish to-night," and I 
had, for he has been an excellent worker ever since, 
but I caught two little fish that night — they looked 
little but they turned out big. Before leaving the 
building I turned up my coat collar and put on my 
gloves ready to go out into the cold. I got about 
half way down the aisle and I saw two boys, I tliink 
one was about twelve and the other fourteen years 
old. I always like boys. Almost everybody had 
gone, and I turned and said, " Good-evening, boys. 
What are you waiting for ? " " AYaiting to talk 
with you, Mr. Torrey." " What do you want to 
talk with me about ? " They said, " We want you 
to tell us how to be Christians." I turned down 
my coat collar and took off my gloves and sat down 
and explained to them the way to be a Christian. 
They understood it, and they took Christ. After we 
got up, I said, '' Boys, what are your names ? " 
" Henry Harris," " Charlie Harris." I wrote them 
down in my book. 

A few nights after there was a young lady sitting 
in the meeting, and while I preached I made up my 


mind that she was not a Christian. When I got 
through preaching I went down and said, " Good- 
evening, are you a Christian ? " *' No, I am not a 
Christian." " Would you like to become a Chris- 
tian ? " " Yes." " Would you become a Christian 
if I showed you how ? " " Yes." She sat down, 
and I took my Bible and showed her how to be a 
Christian. Then I asked for her name. " Miss 
Harris." " Where do you live ? " I wrote it 
down, and I said over and over to myself, *f Harris, 
Harris ; where have I heard that name ? " I 
turned back in my little book and I saw the names 
of these two boys. I said, "I had two boys 
here the other night with the same name as 
yours and they live where you do." " Oh, yes," 
she said, " they are my brothers. They brought 

A few nights after a lady came, and while I 
talked she just sat and listened, and when the meet- 
ing was over I stepped up to her and said, " Are 
you a Christian ? " "I am not what you call a 
Christian. I call myself a Universalist." " Are 
you saved ? " " Not what you would call saved." 
" Would you like to become a Christian to-night ? 
Would you become a real Christian if I showed you 
how ? " We sat down, and she took Christ and we 
had prayer together. Then I said, " What is your 
name, please ? " " Mrs. Harris." " I had two boys 
by that name the other night, who live just where 
you do." " They were my two boys. They would 
not give me any rest until I came." 

The last meeting was in a great big skating rink, 


and one night a little boy, with long chestnut curls, 
came up to me. I said, "Good-evening, my boy, 
what do you want ? " "I want to become a Chris- 
tian." I said, " Why do you want to become a 
Christian ? " " Because I am a sinner." He did 
not look a bit like it — he looked more like an angel 
— but he was right ; he was a sinner. " We have 
all sinned and come short of the glory of God." I 
sat down and took my Bible and turned to Isaiah 
53:6; " All we like sheep have gone astray." " Is 
that true of you, my boy ? " " Yes." *• What are 
you then?" "I am lost." "We have turned 
every one to his own way." "Is that true of 
you ? " " Yes, sir." " Then what are you ? " "I 
am a lost sinner." " The Lord hath laid on Him 
the iniquity of us all." I said, " On whom ? " 
He said, " On Jesus." " Yery well, what is all you 
have to do then to become a Christian ? " " Just to 
believe on Jesus." "Will you do it?" "I will." 
"Let's kneel down." And he knelt down. I 
prayed and he prayed, and when he had finished I 
said, " What are you, my boy ? " He said, " I am 
saved ; my sins are all forgiven." " How do you 
know that?" "Because Jesus says so." "Sup- 
pose after you go home to-night you forget and do 
something you ought not to do, what will you do 
about it? " He said, " I will tell Jesus." "What 
will He do ? " " He will forgive me." " How do 
you know that ? " " Because He says so. " I think 
that boy had a better idea of salvation than some 
grown-up men. "Now; my boy, what is your 
name ? " " George Harris." The last one of the 


family. These two little boys that came out that 
first night brought the whole family to Jesus. 

A Lost Diamond 

A QUAINT preacher of the olden days in our 
country, the Eev. Dan Baker, puts the danger of 
delay in the way of a story. He tells of a man 
who was crossing the ocean. He was leaning over 
the side of the vessel ; it was a bright sunny day, 
and not a wave broke the surface of the water, just 
a little ripple here and there kissed by the rays of 
the sun. And the man, as he leaned over the rail 
of the vessel, was tossing something in the air, 
something which, when it fell through the sunlight, 
sparkled with singular radiance and glory ; and he 
watched it so eagerly as he tossed it up and caught it 
as it fell. He tossed it up again and again and again, 
and it threw out its marvellous light as it fell through 
the sunlight. At last an onlooker came and said, 
"May I ask what that is that you are tossing up 
so carelessly?" "Certainly," he replied, "look at 
it, it is a diamond." " Is it of much value ? " asked 
the onlooker. " Yes, of very great value. See the 
color of it, see the size of it. In fact, all I have in 
the world is in that diamond. I am going to a new 
country to seek my fortune, and I have sold every- 
thing I have, and have put it into that diamond, so 
as to get it into a portable shape." " Then if it is 
so valuable, is it not an awful risk you are running 
in tossing it up so carelessly ? " " No risk at all. 


I have been doing this for the last half-hour," said 
the man. " But there might come a last time," said 
the onlooker ; but the man laughed and threw it 
up again, and caught it as it fell, and again and 
again, and once more, and it flashed and blazed with 
glory as it fell through the sunlight, and he watches 
it so eagerly as it falls. Ah ! but this time it is too 
far out. He reaches as far as he can over the rail 
of the vessel, but he cannot reach far enough. 
There is a little plash in the ocean. He leans far 
over the rail and tries to penetrate with his eager 
gaze the unfathomable depths of deep blue ocean. 
Then cries, " Lost ! lost ! lost ! All I have in the 
world is lost ! " 

You say, " N'o man would be so great a fool as 
that ; that story is not true." That story is true, 
and the man is here to-night. Thou art the man ! 
That ocean is eternity ; that vessel, life ; that dia- 
mond, your soul, that soul of such priceless value 
that Christ died to save it. And you have been 
trifling with it ! I come to you to-night and say, 
" My friend, what is that in your hand which you 
are playing with so carelessly ? " You say, " It is 
my soul." " Is it worth much ? " " Worth much ? 
More than the whole round earth, ' for what shall it 
profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his 
own soul ? ' " " But don't you think you are taking 
an awful risk ? " " Oh, no," you say, " I have been 
doing this for the last five years, for the last ten, fif- 
teen, twenty years." " Yes, but you might do it once 
too often." " Oh, no," you sa}^, and to-night once 
more you throw it up. But you may throw it up 


once too often ; it will fall too far out, beyond your 
reach ; there will be a plash, and you will try to 
look after it ; not into the impenetrable depths of 
the blue ocean, but into the unfathomable depths 
of the bottomless pit as it sinks and sinks and sinks, 
and you will cry, " Lost ! lost ! lost ! my soul is lost I " 
That may be your cry some day. Come to-night, 
before it is too late, and put your soul where it will 
be everlastingly safe, in the keeping of the Son 
of God. 

''We Shall be Like Him'' 

How well I remember one man — I spent more 
time and more money on the salvation of that man 
than on any man I ever tried to lead to Christ. It 
was very discouraging. He came to me one night 
away down in sin, about fifty years of age. He 
came of a good family. He had been well educated, 
but now he was a common day laborer when he was 
sober — a complete wreck. He came into a meet- 
ing. When almost everybody had gone he came 
up and said, " I want to ask you something alone." 
I said, "Come this way." He leaned over and 
whispered, " Mr. Torrey " (I had never met him be- 
fore that night), " do you think Jesus Christ can 
save me ? " I said, " Jesus Christ can save any- 
body." He said, " Do you really think He can save 
a man as far down as I am ? " I said, " Jesus Christ 
can save anybody." " Well," he said, " I will take 

For a little while he went on well. One day I 


was to go to a dinner at a house where he was in- 
vited also. My wife and I had nearly reached the 
house when, at the bottom of the block of houses, 
we saw a young fellow running out of the house up 
the street. He came to me and said, " Mr. Torrey, 
C. is drunk." My wife thought very much of him, 
and she turned to me and almost burst into tears 
and said, " Oh, Archie, whom can we trust ? " I 
replied in one word, " God I " " You cannot trust 
C. You cannot trust any man, but you can trust 

We got to the house and found him raging. He 
wanted to get out, but they had locked him in a 
room. I went into the room and stood between 
him and the door. He was a great, big, burly fel- 
low, and I said to him, " You cannot go out." He 
cried, " Let me out." I said, " You cannot go out. 
You are not going to get out until you are sober." 
He said, " That is not fair. You know I would not 
strike you. You know I could throw you, and you 
know I won't touch you." I said, " You cannot go 
out." At last he lost all control of himself, and he 
made a rush for me, and there were heads and arms 
flying around the room for about half a minute. 
Then there was a sudden crash, and I was sitting 
on top. He was a much stronger man than I, one 
of the most powerful men I ever knew. I have 
heard that man when he was angry, grind his teeth 
so that you could hear it across this hall. I have 
seen that man, when under the influence of liquor, 
strike an iron fence with his bare fist. It was God 
that gave me the victory. He was subdued for the 


time being. I held him there until he got calmed 
down. " Now," I said, " I have to call and see a 
dying woman. I cannot leave you here. I cannot 
very well take you to see a dying woman, but you 
have got to go along." I took him along as far as 
the door of the house where the woman w^as dying, 
and I said, " Sit down on that threshold, and wait 
there until I come." When I came back he was fast 
asleep. I got him home all right. 

This sort of thing went on for months and years. 
I moved to Chicago. I sent for him to come to 
Chicago, where I got a position for him. He did 
first-rate for a while, and then he got drunk, and he 
came to see me and he said : " That was not fair 
at all the time you threw me in Minneapolis. You 
know you cannot throw me." I said, " I am not 
going to." That sort of thing went on for months 
and years ; but I made up my mind that, by the 
grace of God, no matter what it cost in money, and 
no matter what it cost in time and patience, I was 
going to see that man saved. For some time I 
lost sight of him. One night I was in my pulpit 
in Chicago, preaching. I had already begun the 
service when I saw C. coming into the building. 
I went down to where he was sitting, and said, 
" Good-evening, C, I am glad to see you." He 
stayed to the after-meeting. The next day I was 
going to Minneapolis, and I took him along with 
me. He said, " Mr. Torrey, there is one thing that 
has cured me. I thought you would never want to 
see me again, but I hardly had got into the build- 
ing, and had sat down away in the back, when you 


walked down from the platform and came to speak 
to a miserable tramp like me. That was too 
much ! " Do you know, from that day C. got his 
feet on the Rock ! 

Years passed, I was in Minneapolis again. I was in 
a big restaurant, when I saw C. come in at the far- 
ther end, and I went up to him. He said, " I was 
looking for you. I heard you were in town. Don't 
laugh at me." I said, " I am not going to laugh at 
you. What's up ? " He said, " I want to ask you 
something. Don't laugh at me." I said, " I am 
not going to laugh at you. What do you want ? " 
He said, " I want to be married. I am engaged to 
a right good Christian woman and I want you to 
marry us." I said, " I am your man. I'll do it." 
I married him. You say it was pretty risky, but 
his feet had been on the Rock now for a good while. 
He married that Christian woman, and they built 
up a happy Christian home. 

The other day my wife wrote to a friend of ours, 
who had gone to Minneapolis, to know how C. was 
getting on — I think he is her pet of all the drunk- 
ards who have come under our roof. This lady 
wrote back, " He is doing well. He is leading a 
Christian life." 

And, friends, the time is coming when poor, 
Wrecked, ruined C. transformed by the power of the 
returning Christ will be like Him, " For when He 
shall appear, we shall be like Him, for we shall see 
Him as He is ; " and when this man that I wept 
over and worked for and spent money on all these 
years, when he meets his Christ, and his salvation is 


indeed complete, he will be so like his Master that 
we can hardly tell the two apart. 

Killed by Shame 

Oh, the awful heart-breaking agony of shame. 
In America, in New York State, we had a cashier 
in a bank, who was in a hurry to get rich, so he ap- 
propriated the funds of the bank and invested them, 
intending to pay them back. But his investment 
was a failure. For a long time he kept the books 
so as to blind the bank examiner, but one day when 
the bank examiner was going over the books he de- 
tected the embezzlement. He called in the cashier 
— he had to acknowledge his defalcation. He was 
arrested, tried, and sent to State's prison. He had 
a wife and a lovely child, a sweet angel-like little 
girl. Some time after his arrest and imprisonment 
the little child came home sobbing with a breaking 
heart. " Oh," she said, " mother, I can never go 
back to that school again. Send for my books. 
" Oh," she said, " my darling," thinking it was some 
childish whim, " of course you will go back." " ^N'o," 
she said, " mother, I can never go back. Send for 
my books." She said, " Darling, what is the mat- 
ter ? " She said, " Another little girl said to me to- 
day, ' Your father is a thief.^ " Oh, the cruel stab ! 
The mother saw that she could not go back to 
school. The wound was fatal. That fair blossom 
began to fade. A physician was called in, but it 
surpassed all the possibilities of his art. The child 
faded and faded, until they laid her upon her bed, 


and the physician said, " Madam, I must tell you 
this is a case in which I am powerless ; the child's 
heart has given way with the agony of the wound. 
Your child must die." The mother went in and 
said to her dying child, " Darling, is there anything 
you would like to have me do for you ? " " Oh," 
she said, " yes, mother, send for father. Let him 
come home, and lay his head down on the pillow 
beside mine as he used to do." Ah ! but that was 
just what could not be done. The father was be- 
hind iron bars. They sent to the governor of the 
State, and he said, '* I have no power in the matter." 
They sent to the warden of the prison. He said, 
" I have no power in the matter." 

But hearts were so touched that they trumped up 
a case and summoned him as a witness. So they 
made arrangements whereby the father was suffered 
to come home under a deputy- warden. He reached 
his home late at night, and entered his house. The 
physician was waiting. He said, " I think you had 
better go in to-night, for I am afraid your child will 
not live till morning." The father went to the door 
and opened it softly. The child looked quickly up. 
" Oh," she said, " I knew it was you, father. I knew 
you would come. I have been praying God to send 
you. Father, come and lay your head beside mine 
upon the pillow just as you used to do." And the 
strong man went and laid his head upon the pillow, 
and the child lovingly patted his cheek, and died. 
Killed by shame. Men and women, hell is the place 
of shame, where everybody is dishonoured. 


A Well-Known Entertainer Becomes a. Soul 

One night in London two men went to the theatre 
and presented passes for entrance. For some reason 
or other, the man at the door did not recognize them 
and the passes were refused. One of the men was 
a very prominent entertainer and thought he was 
well-known in the theatrical profession everywhere, 
and this refusal to accept the passes irritated him 
greatly, and he left the theatre with his friend in a 
rage. They took the Kensington Avenue bus, and 
as they were passing the Koyal Albert Hall, he 
noticed the signs of the mission. He remembered 
he had promised his sister that he would come and 
hear me, so he suggested to his friend that they get 
off the bus and come into the hall that night. His 
friend consented and in they came. He was not 
much interested in the singing, though he himself 
did a good deal of work in his profession along that 
line, but the sermon went right to his heart. He 
left the Koyal Albert Hall to think the matter over. 
His sister, who v^as an earnest Christian woman, 
had left on his mantelpiece a little tract (a report of 
a sermon on " Hell " that I had delivered in Lon- 
don). He took it down and read it. It brought 
him under deepest conviction of sin, and he then and 
there fell on his knees and surrendered himself to 

The next night he came to see me at the Eoyal 
Albert Hall, and told me of his decision to accept 
Christ. He made a public profession that night be- 


fore the great crowd in the hall. He told me he 
could not go on and take the entertainments for 
which he was booked the next day at St. George's 
Music Hall. He said, '' I cannot go and entertain 
those people and make them laugh when I know 
they are going to hell." He tried to get into com- 
munication with the stage manager, but could get 
no reply from him either by letter or telegraph. 
He went down to the Hall and asked to be let off 
from his engagement. The manager replied, "I 
will let you off on one condition, and one condition 
only, and that is that you will go out and tell the 
waiting crowd why you are not performing." He 
said, " I will do that." He went out on the stage 
and said, " Friends, I cannot give my entertainment 
this afternoon. I was converted last night at the 
Torrey-Alexander mission." The crowd burst into 
applause, thinking it was a new joke that he was 
getting off. He stopped the applause and said, " It 
is no joke. I have been converted. I cannot stand 
here and make you people laugh when I know that 
many of you are on the road to hell." The audience 
stopped their applause and became serious. Many 
of them were touched by his earnestness and his 
bravery. At least one woman was converted then 
and there in that audience. 

When he went off the stage, the manager offered 
the hall for the use of Gospel meetings the next 
week. He accepted the offer. Meetings were held 
in that music hall all through the week, and there 
were many interesting conversions, including at least 
one person connected with the nobility. He was 


afterwards invited ail over England and Scotland 
and Ireland and Wales to bold evangelistic meet- 
ings. A great London magazine had an article upon 
his conversion and said, "Two or three such con- 
versions as that would move all London." 

Guilty of High Treason 

OiTE day in Maryborough, over in Australia, a 
fine-looking man came to see me, an unusually fine- 
looking man, with splendid physique and dome-like 
forehead. He said, " I want to talk with you," and 
I said, " Yery well, take a seat, sir." He said, " I 
want to know what you have against me ? " 
" What I have against you," I exclaimed, " I don't 
know you." " I mean this ; I am not a Christian ; 
I don't pretend to be a Christian, but I am a moral, 
upright man, and no one can deny it. Now," he 
said, " I would like you to tell me what you have 
against me." I said, " You are not a Christian ? " 
" No, sir," he replied. " You have not taken Jesus 
Christ as your personal Saviour, and surrendered 
your life to Him as your Lord and Master, and 
confessed Him as such before the world, and given 
your life to Him ? " " No, sir," he replied. 
" Then," I said, " I charge you, sir, with high trea- 
son against your King. Jesus Christ is your King, 
by Divine appointment, and I charge you, sir" 
— and I looked him right in the eye — " I charge 
you, sir, with the crime of high treason against 
your divinely appointed King." A dark cloud 
came over the man's face. He got up, and left the 


room, scarcely saying a word. As he went out the 
door he never looked back. He walked down the 
long walk without ever looking back. Out of the 
front gate, never looking back. 

Months passed away ; we had been over to Tas- 
mania and conducted a mission there, and had re- 
turned, and I was preaching in Ballarat, about 
forty miles away from Maryborough. After the 
service, a fine-looking man came to me, and said, 
" Do you remember me ? " I knew his face, but I 
could not remember where I had seen him. I said, 
" I have seen you somewhere, but I cannot place 
you." He said, " Do you remember charging a 
man with high treason ? " I said, " I have charged 
many a man with high treason." " Yes," he said ; 
"but do you remember charging a specific man 
with high treason?" Then he began to tell me 
his story, and I commenced to gather who he was. 
He said, " I am the man, and I have come way to 
Ballarat, sir, to tell you that you will never charge 
me with high treason again ; " and he held out his 
hand, and I held out mine, and he took mine in his 
mighty grip — and it was a mighty grip !— and he 
said, " Down ! " and he dropped on his knees, and I 
dropped on to mine, and he said, " Lord Jesus, I 
hand in my allegiance ; I give up my treason ; I 
take Thee as my King." 

You men ought to do it to-night. He is your 
King, and every man and woman among you that 
does not accept Him and acknowledge Him as such 
to-night I charge you with high treason against 
Heaven's King. 


How D. L. Mood:^ Became a, World-Wide 

Mr. Moody once told me this story long after 
the incident occurred. He went over to London in 
1872, when his church lay in ashes, and while his 
new church in Chicago was building, not in order 
to preach, but to listen to others who, he thought, 
could preach better than he. One Sunday he was 
prevailed upon to preach. He got up that Sunday 
morning, and tried to preach. " I never had such 
a hard time preaching in my life. Everything was 
perfectly dead. I said to myself as I tried to 
preach, * What a fool I was to consent to preach. 
I came here to listen, and here I am preaching.' As 
I drew towards the end of my sermon, I felt a 
sense of relief that I would be through in a few 
minutes. Then," he said, "the awful thought 
came to me, ' You have got to do it again to-night.' 
I tried to get out of my night meeting, but I could 
not. I had promised to preach that night and I 
must keep my word. 

" I went back to preach that night. The build- 
ing was packed with people. There was a new at- 
mosphere. The powers of an unseen world seemed 
to have fallen upon the audience. As I drew 
towards the close, I became emboldened to give out 
an invitation ; so when I finished my sermon, I 
said, ' If there is a man or woman here who will 
to-night accept Jesus Christ, please stand up.' 
About five hundred people arose to their feet. I 
thought there must be some mistake, and I asked 


the people to be seated. Then I repeated the in- 
vitation in a stronger form and they all arose again. 
Again I asked them to be seated, still thinking 
there must be some mistake. ^Now,' I said, 'if 
there are any of you who really mean to accept 
Christ to-night, please pass into the vestry and your 
pastor and I will meet you there.' They com- 
menced to stream in through the two doors. I said, 
* Mr. L., who are these people ? ' He said, " Don't 
know.' 'Are they your people, Mr. L.?' 'Some 
of them.' ' Are they Christians ? ' ' Not so far as 
I know.' 

" We went into the vestry and I stood up and gave 
out a stronger invitation, and I asked all that really 
meant to accept Christ then and there to stand up. 
They all arose, about five hundred of them. I 
asked them to be seated again. I still thought 
there must be some mistake, so I said, ' I am going 
to leave London to-morrow for Dublin, but your 
pastor will be here to-morrow night. If you really 
mean it come back and meet him.' I went to Dub- 
lin. No sooner had I got there than I received a 
telegram from Mr. L. It was Tuesday morning 
and he said, ' There was a bigger crowd out Mon- 
day night than Sunday. A great revival has 
broken out in my church. You must come back 
and help me.' " 

Mr. Moody hurried back to London. There was 
a revival there that added hundreds of souls to the 
churches of North London. That was before he 
came here in 1873 for his great work — his introduc- 
tion to England. 


When he had finished the story I said to him, 
" Mr. Moody, somebody must have been praying." 
" Oh," he said, " didn't I tell you that ? That is 
the point of the story. There was a woman in the 
congregation that morning who had an invalid sis- 
ter. She went home and said to her, * "Who do you 
think preached for us this morning ? ' and her sis- 
ter guessed all the preachers who were in the habit 
of exchanging with Mr. L., and she said, ^No, Mr. 
Moody from Chicago.' When she said that, the 
invalid turned pale. She said, ^ What, Mr. Moody 
from Chicago ? I read about him some time ago in 
an America paper, and I have been praying God to 
send him to London and to our church. If I had 
known he was going to preach this morning, I 
would have eaten no breakfast. I would have 
spent the whole time in prayer. Now, sister, go 
out of the room, lock the door, send me no dinner ; 
no matter who comes, don't let them see me. I am 
going to spend the whole afternoon and evening in 
prayer.' " And while Mr. Moody stood in the pulpit 
where all was coldness and death in the morning, 
that bedridden saint was holding him up in prayer 
before God. And God, who delights to answer 
prayer, poured out His Spirit. While the multitude 
saw Mr. Moody, God was looking at that bedridden 

Of Course There's a. Hell 

Another reason why I believe that there is " a 
wrath to come," is that mj common sense says SQ. 


Look here, here is a man who grows rich by over- 
reaching his neighbours, grows rich by robbing the 
widow and the orphan. He does it by legal means. 
Oh, yes, he is too cunning to come within reach of 
the law. But he grows rich by making other people 
poor. He increases in wealth and is honoured and 
respected. When he goes down the streets in his 
magnificent equipage, the gentleman on the streets 
turns and says to his son: "There goes Mr. So- 
and-so, a man of rare business ability, a man who is 
now one of our leading men of capital. I hope, my 
boy, when you grow up you will be as successful as 
he." He lives in honour, dies in honour, dies re- 
spected by everybody — almost. And the victims 
of his rapacity, the victims of his oppression, the 
victims of his dishonesty lie yonder, bleaching in 
the potter's field, where they have gone prematurely 
because of his robbery. Do you mean to tell me 
that there will not be a day when these men who 
have lived on wealth wrung from the poor widow 
and orphan w^ll not have to go before a righteous 
God whose eyes are not blinded by a few thousands 
or by millions given in philanthropy or to the 
Church and answer for the infamy of their conduct 
and receive what they never received in this world, 
the meet reward of their dishonesty ? Of course 
there is a judgment day ; of course there is a hell. 
If there is not, then there ought to be. Look here, 
here is a man who goes through life, never giving 
God one thought from one year's end to another. 
He leaves God out of his business, leaves God out 
of his social life^ leaves God out of his study, leaves 


God out of his pleasures. God's holy day, the 
Sabbath, he makes a day of selfish pleasure. God's 
holy Book, the Bible, he never opens, or even 
scorns. God's holy Son, Jesus, he tramples under 
foot. And thus the man lives, and thus he dies, 
going through the world ignoring the God that 
made him, and gave His Son to die upon the Cross 
to save him. Do you mean to tell me that there will 
not be a day when that man will have to go up 
before a righteous God and answer these questions : 
" What did you do with My holy day, the Sabbath ? 
What did you do with My holy Word, the Bible ? 
What did you do with My holy Son, Jesus ? " Of 
course there is a hell, if there is not there ought to 
be. And you and I need a hiding-place from it, 
every one of us, for every one of us has sinned and 
come short of the glory of God. 

*' I Have Heard the Biggest Joke " 

On our first visit to Liverpool, a well known 
business man (manager of eighty-nine butcher shops) 
was asked by his wife to accompany her to the 
meeting in Philharmonic Hall a certain evening. 
He consented to go but with no intention of keeping 
his promise. He was far more interested in prize- 
fights than he was in evangelistic meetings. He 
was known all over the city as a patron of prize- 
fights and had been a referee in many of them. 
When the evening to accompany his wife to the 
mission came, he found there was a great prize- 
fight on. He tried to see if there wasn't some way 


out of taking his wife to the hall, and slipping away 
to go in to the fight. He tried being gruff to her, 
but this made no difference, she held him to his 
promise. Finally he said, " If I promised you to 
go, of course, I'll take you." When they got to 
the hall, they found the main floor reserved for 
men and the women were asked to go to the 
gallery. "Now," thought he, "my chance for 
escape has come," so he said to his wife, " You go 
into the gallery, and I'll slip in down here," but 
she knew him too well to be fooled that w^ay, and 
insisted that he go into the gallery with her. He 
went but very much against his will. In spite of 
himself, he was soon interested. 

The next night he slipped out of the house with- 
out saying a word to his wife and made his way to 
the Philharmonic Hall alone. The singing was in 
full swing when he reached the hall. Soon after 
getting his seat, he heard the men singing very 

"See! from His head, His hands, His feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down! 
Did e'er snch love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? " 

He was completely overcome. He saw Jesus Christ 
on the cross for him, and forgetting the crowd and 
everything about him, he fell on his knees and 
sobbed. All through the evening the vision of 
Christ on the cross for him was before his eyes. 
He heard little of the sermon. He was occupied 
with but one thing, his Saviour dying for him. 


When the invitation was given out, he was the first 
to come to the front and profess his acceptance of 
Christ. He went home and told his wife that he 
had accepted Christ. To his surprise, she was not 
surprised. She said, " I knew you would do it, Ted. 
I have been praying for you for years, and recently 
we have been holding prayer-meetings for your 
conversion, and I knew that God would answer my 

He became an active worker at once. Was con- 
stantly testifying in private and public to the 
saving power of Christ. Wherever he could find a 
mission going on, he would go and give his testi- 
mony. He was much in demand among the mis- 
sions and churches to go and tell the story. 

A former comrade met him one day on the street 
and said, " Ted, I have heard the biggest joke. I 
heard you were converted." He replied, "Didn't 
they tell you the rest of it ? The rest of it is the 
best part of the joke." " No, what is the rest ? " 
" The rest of it is, it's true," and immediately he 
preached unto him Jesus. 

About fifteen months afterwards we went to Liver- 
pool for the second mission, and this man was one 
of the best workers we had. He was constantly in 
attendance and constantly working to bring others 
to Christ. He bought a wagonette to bring people 
to the hall, and when they would try to excuse 
themselves from going, he would say, " If I drive 
around for you, will you go ? " In this way he was 
able to bring many of his friends and neighbours to 


One night I called on him for a testimony. He 
responded gladly and told in a thrilling way what 
the Lord Jesus had done for him. The man who 
was over him in the employ of the great firm he rep- 
resented happened to be in the building and heard 
this testimony. After the meeting he came to him 
and said, " It is all very well your being a Christian, 
but if you are going around making a fool of your- 
self in this way, you will lose your position." For 
a moment he was nonplussed and then replied, " I 
must be true to the Lord Jesus no matter what it 
costs, even if it costs me my position." It did not 
cost him his position. On calm reflection his su- 
perior thought better of his foolish threat. 

** The Fire is in the Fifth Story, Fm in the 

Years ago in Minneapolis, the leading paper was 
the Minneaj^olis Tribune^ published in a magnifi- 
cent six or seven-story building, the finest newspaper 
building at that time in the Northwest. I had oc- 
casion every week to go into the upper stories of 
that building to see editorial friends. But there 
was one great defect in that great building which I 
had never noticed. The defect was this, that the 
stairway went right round the elevator shaft, so 
that if a fire broke out in the elevator shaft escape 
would be cut off by the stairway as well as by the 
elevator. That very thing happened. A fire broke 
out in the elevator shaft, and it commenced to 
sweep up the shaft, story by story, cutting off 

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escape by the elevator and cutting off escape by the 
stairway as well. But they had a brave elevator 
boy, who went up through the smoke a number of 
times until he got a large number of men down from 
the upper stories, and almost all the rest escaped by 
the lire-escape outside the building or by the stair. 
But away up in the sixth story there was a man, a 
despatcher for the Associated Press. He was urged 
to escape, but he refused to move. There he sat by 
his instrument, telegraphing to all parts of the 
country that the building was on fire. He could 
have gone out of the building by the fire-escape, and 
across the road to an instrument there, and could 
have done just as well; but, like a typical news- 
paper man, he wanted to do something sensational, 
and so there he sat telegraphing the news. Besides 
a short time before at the time of the Johnstown 
flood, when the dam of the river was breaking, a 
woman sat in a telegraph office below the dam tele- 
graphing down the Conemaugh River to the people 
at Johnstown that the dam was breaking and that 
they had better flee for their lives. But she had re- 
mained at her post till the dam broke and swept her 
away into eternity and her bravery and self-sacrifice 
had been heralded over the world and he wished 
to match her brave deed. But she had done it to 
save life. This man sat there quite unnecessarily, 
merely because of his desire for notoriety. " I am in 
the Tribune building," he telegraphed, " in the sixth 
story, and the building is on fire. The fire has now 
reached the second story ; I am in the sixth." In 
a little while he sent another message : " The fire 


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has now reached the third story; I am in the 
sixth." Soon he telegraphed : " The fire has 
reached the fourth story ; I am in the sixth." Soon 
again the message came over the wires : " The fire 
has reached the fifth story ; I am in the sixth." 
Then he thought it was time to leave ; but, in order 
to do this, he had to cross the hallway to another 
room and a window to reach the fire-escape. He 
went to his door and opened it, and, to his dismay, 
found that the fire was not in the fifth story but the 
sixth and that the hallway was full of smoke and 
flame, which, the moment he opened the door, swept 
into the room. He shut the door quickly. What 
was he to do ? 

The stairway, the elevator, and the fire-escape 
were all cut off; but he was a brave man, and 
would not give up easily. He went to the window 
and threw it up. Down below to one side stood a 
great crowd, six stories down. They could not 
reach him with a ladder. They could not get un- 
der him to spread a net to catch him, if he 
jumped. There he stood on the window-sill, not 
knowing what to do. But presently he looked up. 
Above his head was a long wire guy-rope that 
passed from the Tribune building to the roof of an- 
other building across a wide opening. Below him 
was a chasm six stories deep, but brave man that 
he was, he caught hold of the guy-rope, and began 
to go hand-over-hand across that chasm. The peo- 
ple down in the street looked on in breathless sus- 
pense. On and on he went, and then he stopped. 
The people below could hardly breathe. Would he 


let go ? No. On and on he went, and again he 
stopped, and again the crowd below gasped. 
"Will he let go?" He took one hand off 
the wire and hung high in air hj one hand. 
" Will he let go with the other hand ? Is his 
strength all gone ? Or will he replace the other 
hand further forward ? " The suspense is awful, 
but only for a moment. The fingers of the other 
hand loosen and down he comes through the air 
tumbling, tumbling, tumbling through those six 
stories of space, crushed into a shapeless mass below. 
All through mere unnecessary neglect ! 

Men and women, you are in a burning building 
to-night, you are in a doomed world ; but thank God, 
there is a way of escape, but only one, Christ Jesus. 
That way is open to-night, but no one knows how 
long that way will be left open. I beg of you, do 
not neglect it, and then when it is too late lay hold 
on some poor guy-rope of human philosophy, and go 
a little way, and then let go, and plunge, not six 
stories down, but on and on and on through the 
awful unfathomable depths of the gulf of eternal 
despair. Men and women, turn to Christ to-night ! 
" How shall we escape if we neglect so great salva- 

Love Conquered 

We have in America a devoted Christian woman 
of culture, refinement, and position, with a heart 
full of love to the most outcast and abandoned. 
She has devoted much of her life and strength to 


getting matrons appointed in jails and lockups for 
the reception and charge of female prisoners. In 
one city they said to her, " Mrs. Barney, no woman 
can manage the class of women with whom we 
have to do." Mrs. Barney replied, " You never had 
a prisoner that I could not manage." " We would 
like to have you try your hand on * Old Sal ! ' " was 
the laughing reply. " I would like to," replied the 
gentle lady. "Well, the next time we have her 
under arrest, we will send for you." 

Not long after, early one morning, Mrs. Barney 
received word that " Old Sal " was under arrest, 
and she hurried down to the lockup. She asked to 
be shown to " Old Sal's " cell. The sergeant at the 
desk protested that it was not safe. " Look there," 
he said to Mrs. Barney, pointing to four policemen 
with torn clothes and faces, " there is a specimen 
of * Old SaPs ' handiwork. It took those four men 
to arrest her and she left them in that shape." 
" Never mind," said Mrs. Barney, " show me to her 
cell." " Well, if you must go an oflBcer must go 
with you." "No, I will go alone. Just let the 
turnkey open the door, and I will go to her cell 

Before going down, Mrs. Barney asked the 
sergeant at the desk for " Old Sal's " right name. 
" Why," he said, " we always call her ' Old Sal.' " 
"Yes," said Mrs. Barney, "but I wish her right 
name. What is her right name ? " " It is a long 
time since we first booked her, and we always book 
her now as * Old Sal.' " " Look up her right 
name," said Mrs. Barney. The sergeant went way 


back through the books and found "Old Sal's*' 
proper name. The turnkey opened the door and 
pointed to her cell down the corridor. When Mrs. 
Barney reached the door, she saw a wild creature 
with gray, dishevelled hair, torn garments, and 
glaring eyes, crouching in the corner of the cell, 
waiting to spring upon the first policeman that 

should enter. " Good-morning, Mrs. ," said 

Mrs. Barney, calling her by her true name. 
"Where did you get that name?" said the poor 
creature. Without answ^ering her question, Mrs. 
Barney said, " Sarah, do you remember the first 
time that you were committed here ? " " My God, 
don't I ? " she cried. " I spent the whole night cry- 
ing on the floor of my cell." " Suppose," said Mrs. 
Barney, "there had been some kind Christian 
woman here to receive you that night and to have 
treated you gently do you think your life would 
have been any different ? " " Altogether different," 
she replied. " Well," said Mrs. Barney, " I am try- 
ing to get them to appoint a woman in this lockup 
to receive young girls when they are brought here 
for the first time, as you Tvere when you were 
brought here that first night. Will you help me ? " 
" I will do all that I can," she said. All the time 
Mrs. Barney had been drawing nearer, and was 
now kneeling by her side upon the cell floor, 
gathering up her torn and grizzled hair, fastening 
it up with pins taken out of her own hair, pulling 
together the torn shreds of her garments, and 
fastening them with pins taken from her own 


The work was now done, and Mrs. Barney rising 
to her feet said, " Sarah, we are going into the 
court-room. If you will be good, they will appoint 
a woman in this lockup. Shall I go in on your 
arm, or will you go in on mine?" The strong 
woman looked at Mrs. Barney, and said, " I think 
I am stronger than you. You had better go in on 
my arm." And into court they went, the gentle 
lady leaning on the arm of the hardened old 
criminal. " Old Sal " restrained herself through the 
whole trial, and answered the judge's questions 

She did forget Lcrself once and swear at the 
judge, but immediately begged his pardon. Every- 
body was amazed at the transformation. A woman 
was appointed as matron of the jail, but best of all 
Sallie got her feet upon the Rock of Ages, and to- 
day, " Old Sal " is in the glory. Love had con- 
quered. It always will. 

God Silences a Scoffer 

On the 31st day of May, 1904, four young men 
were playing cards two blocks from the Chicago 
Avenue Church. They were sober, industrious 
men above the average intelligence, but not Chris- 
tians. At the conclusion of their game of cards, 
they got to discussing religion and one of them, a 
shipping clerk with a leather firm on Illinois Street, 
said, "I don't believe there is a God. I believe 
something like IngersoU. I don't believe there is a 
God, and I won't believe there is a God until He 


proves it to me, but if He proves it to me by strik- 
ing me deaf and dumb, I will believe it." 

There was silence for a moment or two. Then 
he threw up his hands, staggered and fell to the 
floor unconscious. At first his companions thought 
it was a joke. Then they became frightened and 
ran to him and tried to pick him up, and found him 
unconscious. One ran for a doctor and another ran 
down-stairs for the landlady and told her that 
Julian had fainted. The doctor soon came. He 
thought at first that the young man was shamming 
but soon became convinced that he was actually 
deaf and dumb. He was una Die to account for the 
condition of things. The young man was not of 
a nervous disposition, was strong physically, and 
right in his mind. When he came to himself he 
tried to talk, his lips moved but no sound came 
from them. Then they handed him a pencil and 
paper. The first thing he wrote on the paper was, 
*' I want my Bible." The next thing he wrote was, 
" I want my mother." 

The next morning two ladies came to my assist- 
ant, Kev. W. S. Jacoby (I was out of the country 
at the time) and asked him to go over to see the 
young man. Mr. Jacoby went over about eleven 
o'clock. Julian sat at the table calm, quiet, well 
dressed, showing to all appearances that he was 
above the average. He shook hands with Mr. 
Jacoby and the people wrote on a piece of paper 
that Mr. Jacoby was a minister. Mr. Jacoby sat 
down at the table beside him and prayed God that 
He might guide him in what he should sav. After 


this prayer he wrote on a piece of paper, " God loves 
you." Julian wrote back, " I know it." 

Then Mr. Jacoby wrote, " What did you do ? " 

He wrote, " I did what I should not have done." 

" Why did you do it ? " 

" I did not believe there was a God. I believed 
what I said. Now I am satisfied there is a God, 
and I am wanted in His service." 

" Why do you believe there is a God ? " 

" Because I said I would not believe there was a 
God unless He struck me dumb. A look from His 
countenance struck me dumb ; a look from His eye 
was as a flash of lightning." (He had written on 
the paper to his companions, he had seen the flash 
and asked them, " Did you see the flash ? " They 
had not seen it. It was for him alone.) 

Mr. Jacoby wrote, " Did you see anything as you 
fell to the floor ? " 

" Yes." 

" Are you sorry, and why ? " 

" I am, because I feel I did very wrong." 

" Do you believe that there is a God ? " 

"I do." 

" Do you believe that God hears prayer ? " 

" I do." 

Again Mr. Jacoby wrote, " God loves you." 

He wrote, " I believe He does, for I have heard a 
whisper calling me to His work for many years, but 
I turned a deaf ear to it." 

Mr. Jacoby then related to him part of his own 
experience, and how God had revealed Himself to 
him. How the voice of the Spirit had said to him 


once in a time of sickness, " Down on your knees," 
and how he had resisted that Spirit but how God 
had not left him but again by His Holy Spirit called 
him and he had come. 

Again Mr. Jacoby wrote, " God loves you, and 
He is filling my heart with sympathy for you. He 
would not do this unless He was going to save you." 

The young man wrote as an answer, " I feel that 
way about it but I feel I shall remain this way 
(deaf and dumb) until I have prepared to go and 
work for Him. My life is His to use as He sees fit. 
I shall go home and apply all my time in learning 
of Him and when I am fit to do His work, I shall 
be all right." 

Mr. Jacoby wrote, " I believe the first thing is to 
know Jesus Christ as a Saviour." He then showed 
him John 6 : 37, " Him that cometh to Me, I will in 
no wise cast out." He read it and nodded his 

Mr. Jacoby then turned him to Isaiah 1 : 18, 
" Come now, and let us reason together, saith the 
Lord ; though your sins be as scarlet they shall be 
as white as snow ; though they be red like crimson, 
they shall be as wool." He took his pencil and 
marked this passage in the Bible. He was then 
shown John 5 : 24, " Yerily, verily I say unto you, 
he that heareth My word, and believeth on Him that 
sent Me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come 
into condemnation, but is passed from death unto 
life." Pointing his finger at the word " hath," Mr. 
Jacoby wrote, " The w^ork is done, not will be or 
shall be, but * Tiath ' is in the present tense and means 


that we have eternal life." Again he nodded his 

Then he wrote, " I believe now there is a God. 
I also believe that Jesus Christ died to save all sin- 
ners. I feel that I am accepted because I believe 
Him and trust Him, but there is work for me 
to do." 

He was then shown Isaiah 53 : 6, and after that 
he was pointed to Acts 13 : 38, 39 (" Be it known 
unto you therefore, men and brethren, that through 
this Man is preached unto you the forgiveness of 
sins : and by Him all that believe are justified from 
all things," Mr. Jacoby pointed his finger at the 
" all " in order that he might see that God would 
forgive him for all he had done. 

Then he turned to Ps. 103 : 12, " As far as the 
east is from the west, so far hath He removed our 
transgression from us." 

He then showed him John 1 : 12, *' But as many 
as received Him, to them gave He power to become 
the sons of God, even to them that believe on His 

Pointing to the word " Sons," Mr. Jacoby wrote, 
" A child has a right to call God Father." 

He then showed him other passages that would 
enable him to remember that God would keep him 
from every temptation and keep him from ail sin : 
1 Cor. 10 : 13 ; Jude 24 ; 2 Tim. 1:12; 1 Peter 1 : 5. 

He read all these very eagerly as he was shown 

Mr. Jacoby then asked him, " Do you know you 
are saved ? You write that you feel you are saved. 


do you believe God has forgiven you ? Are you 

" I am." 

" What makes you think so ? " 

" Because I am contented." / 

" How long have you thought so ? " 

" Since I have believed in Him." 

" Why do you think so ? " 

" Because I know He will save if I trust Him, and 
I do trust Him." 

" How long is that ? " 

" Since you have shown me His many promises." 

He was then asked to read Kom. 10 : 13, " Who- 
soever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be 

" Do you believe you are saved ? " 

He wrote, " I believe I am saved." He then drew 
his pencil through the word " believe," and wrote 
the word " know " over it. 

He made a confession of the Lord Jesus Christ 
before his friends in the next room. By standing 
up in the doorway Mr. Jacoby would speak the 
words so they could hear and then write them so he 
could read them, and he answered each question 
with a nod. 

" You believe there is a God ? " 

He nodded, yes. 

" Do you receive Jesus as the Son of God, your 
Saviour ? " 

" Yes." 

" You believe He saves you ? " 



" You thus publicly confess Jesus Christ as your 
Saviour ? " 

" Yes," he wrote, " I am perfectly satisfied." 

The physician who attended him made this state- 
ment regarding the case afterwards, " It would not 
be remarkable if he had been merely stricken speech- 
less under certain conditions of hysteria, but in such 
an event there would have been physical conditions 
that he did not have. He seemed to be in full pos- 
session of his faculties, his ideas were coherent, and 
his general health was good." The medical man 
could find no physical conditions or symptoms which 
would lead to the sudden loss of speech. It was 
evidently an act of God. An act of mercy more 
than an act of judgment. 

His speech was restored to him the following 
July. His first words were, " The Lord be praised," 
and after this his lips continued to move and he was 
repeating the words of the twenty-third Psalm. 

He is now preparing for the ministry of the 

'' Is Not God's Word as Good as Mine ? " 

Preaching one night in Minneapolis in my own 
church on the text " Quench not the Spirit," the 
power of God came in a wonderful way upon the 
audience. When I stepped down from the pulpit, I 
found in one of the front pews four persons kneel- 
ing in great distress of soul, two brothers and two 
young ladies whom they had brought with them to 
the meeting. These brothers came from an utterly 


godless family and were regarded as hard young 
men, but the Spirit of God had taken hold of them 
that night in mighty power. Three other workers 
spoke to three of the four who were kneeling in 
prayer and brought them out into the light, and I 
undertook to talk to the older of the men. He was 
in great agony of soul and listened attentively as I 
pointed him to the passages of the Word of God 
that showed how Jesus Christ had borne all his sin 
in His own body on the Cross, and how if he would 
believe in Christ, he would have pardon at once. 
He claimed to accept Christ but he found no peace, 
and left the building in great distress. He was 
present again the next night, and again I talked 
with him. He claimed to have accepted Christ, but 
did not believe that his sins were pardoned. I took 
him to John 3 : 36, " He that believeth on the Son 
hath everlasting life," and had him read it over and 
over again. I said to him, " Hector, who does God 
here say hath everlasting life ? " He said, " He that 
believeth on the Son." I said, '' Do you believe on 
the Son ? " He said, " I do." I said, " What does 
God say ? " '' He that believeth on the Son hath 
everlasting life." " What have you ? " " Oh, 
Mr. Torrey ," he cried, " won't you pray for me ? " 
I said, " Yes, I will pray for you," and again I went 
over it, " He that believeth on the Son hath ever- 
lasting life." I said, " Who has everlasting life ? " 
" He that believeth on the Son." " How many 
that believe on the Son have everlasting life ? " 
" Every one." " Have you believed on the Son? " 
" I have." " What does God say about those who 


believe on the Son ? " " They have everlasting 
life."" " Are you sure that they that believe on the 
Son have everlasting life ? " "I am." " "What 
makes you so sure ? " " God says so." " What 
does God say ? " " He that believeth on the Son 
hath everlasting life." " Do you believe on the 
Son?" "I do." "What does God say you 
have ? " " Oh ! " he cried, " Mr. Torrey, will you 
pray for me ? " I went over it and over it again 
but he could not seem to grasp it. At last he arose 
and started slowly down the aisle to leave the 
building. Before he started, he said, " Mr. Torrey, 
will you pray for me ? " I said, " I will." I let 
him get part way down the aisle and then I called 
after him, " Hector, do you believe that I will pray 
for you ? " " Why, I know you will," he replied. 
" How do you know that I will ? " " Because you 
said so." " Is not God's Word as good as mine ? " I 
asked. The truth flashed in upon his soul in a mo- 
ment. He saw that while he had been ready to be- 
lieve me, he had not been ready to believe God. 
He took God at His Word and knew he had 
everlasting life because God said so, and went 
home rejoicing in perfect ^assurance that he had 
everlasting life and that his sins were all forgiven. 

** God Use This Stammering Tongue " 

One day during his great mission in London, Mr. 
Moody was holding a meeting in a theatre packed 
with a most select audience. Noblemen and noble- 
women were there in large numbers. A prominent 


member of the royal family was in the royal box. 
Mr. Moody arose to read the Scripture lesson. He 
attempted to read Luke 4 : 27, " And many lepers 
were in Israel in the time of Eiiseus the prophet." 
When he came to the name Eiiseus, he stammered 
and stuttered over it. He went back to the begin- 
ning of the verse and began to read again, but 
again when he reached the ^vord " Eiiseus " he 
could not get over it. He went back and began the 
third time to read the verse but again the word 
" Eiiseus " was too much for him. He closed the 
Bible with deep emotion and looked up and said, 
" Oh, God ! Use this stammering tongue to preach 
Christ crucified to these people." The power of 
God came upon him and one who heard him then 
and had heard him often at other times said to me 
afterwards that he had never heard Mr. Moody pour 
out his soul in such a torrent of eloquence as he did 
then, and the whole audience was melted by the 
power of God. 

Give Me a Love For Souls 

One time during my ministry in Chicago, I was 
deeply disturbed that I had so little love for souls ; 
that I could meet men and women who were lost 
and be so little concerned about it ; that I could 
preach to them and had so little inclination to weep 
over them. I went alone with God and prayed, 
" O God give me a love for souls." Little did I 
realize how much the answer to that prayer in- 


The next day there came into my Bible class a 
man who was the most distressing picture of utter 
despair I ever saw. At the close of my Bible class 
I walked down the aisle. I saw him in the last 
seat. His face haunted me. I was burdened. I 
could not lose sight of him. I cannot tell the pain 
I had for hours and days as I cried to God for his 
salvation, but I had the joy of seeing him profess to 
accept Christ. 

Love for souls is one of the costliest things a man 
can have, but if we are to be like Christ, and if we 
are to be successful in His work, we must have it. 
But don't pray for it unless you are willing to suffer. 

Pray Through 

A LADY in Melbourne, Australia, in reading 
the book " How to Pray " was greatly impressed by 
one sentence of two short words, " Pray through." 
It took a great hold upon her and she began to or- 
ganize prayer circles all over Melbourne. Before 
we reached Melbourne there were 1,700 prayer cir- 
cles a week and the wonderful success of the mis- 
sion was largely due to these prayer circles. After 
we reached Melbourne, this lady told Mr. Alexander 
this story and it made a great impression on him. 
He afterwards said the two words, " ' Pray through,' 
gripped me like a vice." One day he had occasion 
to go into a bank in Liverpool to get some money. 
While he was standing at the bank counter waiting 
for the clerk to come, he picked up a pen and began 
to write on the blotter in large letters these two 


words, which had been burned into his soul, " Pray 
through," " Pray through," " Pray through." Over 
and over and over again he wrote it on the blotter 
until the big blotter was filled from top to bottom 
with the words "Pray through." After he had 
transacted his business he went away. 

The next day a friend to whom he kept talking 
as he printed on the blotter came to him and said 
that he had a striking story to tell him. " A busi- 
ness man came into the bank soon after we had 
gone. He had grown discouraged with business 
troubles. He started to transact some business 
with the same clerk over that blotter, when his 
eyes caught the long column of ' pray theough.' 
He asked who wrote those words, and when he was 
told, he exclaimed, 'That is the very message I 
needed. I will pray through. I have tried to 
worry through in my own strength, and have 
merely mentioned my troubles to God. Now I am 
going to pray the situation through until I get 
light. ' " 

A lady who heard Mr. Alexander tell the story 
wrote a hymn upon it, the last verse of which runs, 

''Don't stop praying but have more trust; 
Don't stop praying ! for pray we must; 
Faith will banish mountains of care ; 
Don't stop praying! God answers prayer.'* 

Which are Yoa Like ? 

Up in the mountains of North Carolina, lived a 
farmer who had a poor farm, with thin soil, where 


by hard work, he was barely able to make a living 
for himself, wife and son. The son, however, was 
a remarkably bright boy, and easily surpassed all 
the other boys in the district school. One day the 
father said to the mother, " Our son is a natural 
born scholar and if he is only a poor farmer's son 
he shall have as good an education as a millionaire's 
son." The father and mother economized and 
raked and scraped and got enough together to send 
the boy oif to college. The boy did well at college, 
and every little while sent a letter home telling 
how well he was doing in his classes. When these 
letters came the father and mother would read and 
reread them, and they filled their hearts with 

One day a letter came and after the father had 

read it, he said, "Mother, these letters are all 
right. They do cheer my old heart, but letters are 
not enough. My heart is lonely for the boy and I 
must see the boy himself. I cannot wait. I must 
see him." But the mother was a canny woman and 
said, " You must wait, you cannot see him. He 
cannot afford to lose a day from his studies to come 
down here, and you cannot lose a day from the 
farm to go and see him. You must wait." 

The father said, " I must see him. I cannot 
stand it any longer. I must see my boy. I have 
a plan. I'll load up the old farm wagon this after- 
noon and get up before sunrise to-morrow and drive 
to town and sell my load and make enough to pay 
expenses, and see my boy. I cannot stand it any 
longer, I must see him." That afternoon the 


farmer loaded up the wagon, went to bed wuth the 
chickens, got up early in the morning before sun- 
rise, hitched up the old team and started for the 
college town. It was a long tedious journey, but 
it did not seem long to the farmer for he was go- 
ing to see his boy. As he drove along he would 
chuckle to himself, " I will soon see my boy. 
Won^t he be glad to see me ? He thinks I am at 
home on the farm. Won't he be surprised when I 
walk into his room ? Won't he be glad ? " 

Every hour of his dreary journey as he drew 
nearer the college town his heart grew lighter and 
happier, and at last as he drew near the town he 
said, " I am almost there. In a little while now I 
will see my boy. Won't he be surprised ? Won't 
he be glad ? " As he entered the town he tried to 
hurry the old team forward, but to no avail as the 
team was tired and could not go any faster. As he 
drove up the hill towards the college who should 
he see coming down the sidewalk but his boy with 
two gay young college companions. " There he 
comes ! There he comes ! " said the old man, 
" won't he be surprised to see me ? Won't he be 
glad ? " He whipped up the team, but it could not 
go any faster, they were tired out. He jumped off 
the wagon and ran up to his boy, who had not seen 
hira. " My son," he cried. His son was surprised, 
but was not glad. He was ashamed of his father 
in his plain old homespun clothes before his gay 
college companions. " There must be some mis- 
take, sir," he said. " I am not your son, you are not 
my father. I do not know you. There must be som^ 


mistake, sir." He might as well have driven a dag- 
ger into his father's heart. I am told that the 
father went home with a broken heart to die. 
Whether that part of the story is true I cannot say, 
but I can well believe it. If my son should treat 
me that way (thank God he never will) I think it 
would break my heart. What do you think of a 
son like that ? I think he should be horsewhipped. 
The cowardly, ungrateful wretch. But stop before 
you condemn him. Some of you here to-night are 
more ungrateful than that son. Jesus Christ has 
done more for you than that father did for his son. 
Jesus Christ has done more for you than any father 
ever did for his son. Yet you are so cowardly 
and ungrateful that you won't stand up and confess 
Him before the world, because you are afraid of 
what some one will say, and you are ashamed of 
Him. I have never told this story without its mak- 
ing my blood boil, although I suppose I have told 
it over one hundred times. 

Let me tell you another story. Thank God it is 
entirely different. 

Down in the mountains of Georgia lived a poor 
widow. She had a few acres of ground where she 
raised berries and one thing and another and made 
a little money keeping chickens and selling eggs. 
She also took in washing and did other humble 
work for a living, but God gave her a bright son. 
He too surpassed every one in the district school. 
The mother worked hard to get the money to send 
him to Emory College. The son worked hard to 
get himself through the college. He graduated 


with high honors and won a gold medal for special 
excellence in study. 

When it came time for him to graduate he went 
up to the mountain home for his mother, and said, 
" Mother, you must come down and see me gradu- 

" ITo," said his mother, " I have nothing fit to 
wear, and you would be ashamed of your poor old 
mother before all those grand people." 

" Ashamed of you," he said, with eyes filled with 
filial love, " ashamed of you, mother, never. I owe 
everything I am to you and you must come down. 
What is more I will not graduate unless you come." 
Finally she yielded. He brought her to the town. 
When the graduating day came she went to the 
commencement exercises in her plain calico dress 
with her neat but faded shawl and simple moun- 
tain bonnet. He tried to take her down the mid- 
dle aisle where the richest people of the town, 
friends of the graduating class, sat, but this she re- 
fused and insisted on sitting way off under the gal- 
lery. The son went up on the platform and de- 
livered his graduating address. He was handed 
his diploma and received his gold medal. No 
sooner had he received the gold medal than he 
walked down from the platform and way to where 
his mother sat off under the gallery and pinned the 
gold medal on her faded shawl and said, " Mother, 
that belongs to you, you earned it." 

That is a son worth having. Which of those two 
sons are you like, the cowardly ungrateful wretch, 
ashamed of his poor old father or the noble boy 





TO YOU.' " 


who was proud of his poor mother to whom he 
owed all he was in the world ? I have been told by 
a president of the college where this happened 
that when the boy pinned that gold medal on his 
mother's shawl the whole audience burst into such 
prolonged applause that the exercises could not go 
on for five minutes. 

You want to applaud too. Let me tell you a 
better way to applaud, imitate him. You owe all 
you are to Jesus Christ. Come, pin all your honors 
upon Him to day. Come out and confess Him 
before the world. 

'* If I Could Only Have Saved Just One 
More " 

Befoee I close I must tell you a story. This in- 
cident is so remarkable that when I first heard it it 
seemed to me that it could not possibly be true. 
But the man that told it was of such a character 
that I felt that it must be true because he told it, 
and yet I said, " I must find out for myself whether 
that story is true or not." So I went to the 
librarian of the university where the incident was 
said to have occurred and I found out that it 
was true. The story as I tell it to you to-day is as 
I got it from the brother of the main actor in the 
scene. The story is this : About twelve miles 
from where I live, twelve miles from the city of 
Chicago, is the suburb of Evanston, where there is 
a large Methodist university, I think the largest 
university of the Methodist denomination in 


America ; at all events, a great university. Years 
ago, before the college had blossomed into a great 
university, when there were not many students in 
it, two young country boys came from the State of 
Iowa — strong, husky fellows, and one of them was 
a famous swimmer. Early one morning word came 
to the college that down on Lake Michigan, just oif 
the shores of Evanston, there was a wreck. It 
proved to be the Lady Elgin. The college boys with 
everybody in town hurried down to the shores of 
Lake Michigan. Off yonder in the distance they 
saw the Lady Elgin going to pieces. Ed Spencer, 
the famous swimmer, threw off all his superfluous 
garments, tied a rope round his waist, threw one 
end to his comrades on the shore, sprang into Lake 
Michigan, swam out to the wreck, grasped one that 
was drowning and gave the sign to be pulled ashore. 
And again, and again, and again he swam out and 
grasped a drowning man or woman and brought 
them safe to shore, until he had brought to shore a 
seventh, an eighth, a ninth, and a tenth. Then he 
was utterly exhausted. They had built a fire of 
logs upon the sand. He went and stood by the fire 
of logs that cold bleak morning, blue, pinched, 
trembling, hardly able to stand. He stood before 
that fire trying to get a little warmth into his 
perishing members. As he stood there he turned 
and looked out over Lake Michigan, and off 
in the distance, near the Lady Elgin, he saw men 
and women still struggling in the water. He said, 
" Boys, I am going in again." " No, no, Ed," 
they cried, " it is utterly vain to try ; you have used 


up all your strength, you could not save anybody ; 
for you to jump into the lake again will simply 
mean for you to commit suicide." "Well," he 
cried, " boys, they are drowning, and I will try, 
anyhow." And he started to the shore of the lake. 
His companions cried, " No, no, Ed, no, don't try." 
He said, " I will," and he jumped into Lake 
Michigan and battled out against the waves, and 
got hold of a drowning man who was struggling in 
the water and brought him ashore. And again, 
and again, and again, until he had brought an 
eleventh, a twelfth, a thirteenth, a fourteenth, 
and a fifteenth, safe to shore. Then they pulled 
him in through the breakers. He could scarcely get 
to the fire on the beach, and there, trembling, he 
stood before that fire trying to get a little warmth 
into his shivering limbs. As they looked at him it 
seemed as if the hand of death was already upon 
him. Then he turned away from the fire again, 
and looked out over the lake, and as he looked, 
away off yonder in the distance he saw a spar 
rising and falling upon the waves. He looked at it 
with his keen eye, and saw a man's head above the 
spar. He said, " Boys, there's a man trying to save 
himself." He looked again and saw a woman's 
head beside the man's. He said, "Boys, there's a 
man trying to save his wife." He watched the 
spar as it drifted towards the point. He knew that 
to drift around that point meant certain death. He 
said " Boys, I am going to help him." " Ko, no, 
Ed," they cried, " you can't help him. Your 
strength is all gone." He said, " I will try, any- 


way." He sprang into Lake Michigan, swam out 
wearily towards the spar, and reaching it he put his 
hands upon the spar, and summoning all his dying 
strength, brought it around the right end of the 
point to safety. Then they pulled him in through 
the breakers. Loving hands lifted him from the 
beach and carried him to his room up in the college. 
They laid him upon his bed, made a fire in the 
grate, and his brother Will remained by to Avatch 
him, for he was becoming delirious. As the day 
passed on Will Spencer sat looking into the fire. 
Suddenly Will heard a gentle footfall behind him 
and felt some one touch him on the shoulder. He 
looked up and there stood Ed looking wistfully 
down into his face. He said, " What is it, Ed ? " 
He said, "Will, did I do my best?" "Why, 
Ed, " he said, " 3^ou saved seventeen." He 
said, "I know it, I know it, but I was afraid 
I didn't do my very best. Will, do you think I 
did my very best ? " Will took him back to bed 
and laid him upon it, and sat down by his side. As 
the night passed, I am told, Ed went into semi- 
delirium, and Will sat by the bed and held his hand 
and tried to calm him in his delirium. All that he 
thought about were the men and women that 
perished that day, for in spite of all his bravery 
many went down that day to a w^atery grave. 
Will sat there and held Ed 's hand, and tried to 
calm him. " Ed," he said, " you saved seventeen." 
He said, " I know it, Will, I know it ; but oh, if I 
could only have saved just one more." 

Men and women of Birmingham, you and I stand 




TRE NEW roftJf 


this afternoon beside a stormy sea. Oh, as we 
look out at this tossing sea of life round about us 
on every hand there are wrecks. Will you and I 
sit here calmly while they are going down, going 
down, going down, going down to a hopeless 
eternity ! 

Men and women, let us plunge in again and 
and again and again and again, until every last ounce 
of strength is gone, and when at last in sheer exhaus- 
tion we fall upon the shore in the earnestness of 
our love for perishing men, let us cry, " Oh, if I 
could only save just one more." 

God Does Give the Holy Spirit in Answer 
to Prayer 

With me the doctrine that God gives the Holy 
Spirit definitely in answer to prayer is not a matter 
of mere exegesis, it is a matter of personal experi- 
ence. If it were a matter of mere exegesis, I would 
believe it. If it was clearly taught in the Bible, I 
would believe it, whether I had experience or not ; 
for I do not believe in bringing the Bible down to 
the level of our experience but in bringing our ex- 
perience up to the level of the Bible. But with me 
it is a matter of certain experience. I know that 
God gives the Holy Spirit in answer to definite 
prayer as well as I know that water quenches thirst 
and food satisfies hunger. How often as I have 
knelt beside a single brother, and how often as I 
have knelt in a great gathering of God's believing 
children, the Holy Ghost has fallen upon us as we 


prayed as definitely, and perceptibly, as the rain 
ever falls upon the thirsty ground. 

I shall never forget one night in Chicago Avenue 
Church. The ministers of the city had been hold^ 
ing meetings at noon in the Young Men's Christian 
Association preliminary to an expected coming to 
the city of Mr. Moody. At one of these noon 
meetings, one of the ministers of the city sprang to 
his feet and said, " Brother Torrey, what we need 
in Chicago is an all night prayer-meeting of the 
ministers." " Yery well, Brother E.," I replied, 
" if the ministers of Chicago wish to have an all- 
night prayer-meeting, let them come to Chicago 
Avenue Church at ten o'clock next Friday night, 
and if God keeps us there all night, we will stay 
all night." 

At ten o'clock the following Friday night some 
four or five hundred people gathered in the vestry 
of Chicago Avenue Church. They were not all min- 
isters, though there were many ministers. Indeed, 
they were not all men ; there were some women. 

Were you ever in a prayer-meeting where the 
devil made a dead set to spoil the meeting ? Well 
that was the kind of a meeting it Avas for the first 
two hours. To begin with three men got down by 
chairs near the door, and commenced to pound on 
the chairs and shout until some of our heads were 
nearly splitting, and when some one went to them 
and protested that things should be done decently 
and in order, they swore at the man who made the 
protest. Later still a man jumped up in the midst 
of the meeting and proclaimed that he was Elijah. 


He was not to blame. He was a lunatic. But 
these things disturbed many and they began to 
think of going home. But it is a poor prayer- 
meeting that the devil can spoil, and hundreds of 
us were there w4th the determination to stay until 
we got the blessing. 

About midnight God gave us complete victory, 
and for two hours there was such prayer in the 
Spirit as I have seldom heard. A little after two 
in the morning while we were all kneeling in 
prayer, suddenly there fell upon us an awful hush. 
Nobody could speak, nobody could sing, nobody 
could pray. All you could hear was the subdued 
sobbing of joy unspeakable and full of glory. The 
very air seemed tremulous with the presence of the 
Holy Ghost. It seemed to me as if, if I had looked 
up, I could almost have seen the Holy Spirit there 
visibly. I do not know how long we were held 
there in this awed silence before the presence of 
God. It was now Saturday morning. The fol- 
lowing Sunday morning one of my deacons came to 
me and held out his hand and took mine and gave 
it a mighty grip and said, with choking voice, " I 
shall never forget yesterday morning to the longest 
day I live." 

In the early morning hours, one business man 
went out of that meeting and took an early train 
for Missouri to transact some business. When the 
business was done, he said to the hotel proprietor, 
"Is there any meeting going on in this town?" 
" Yes," he said. " There is a meeting going on in 
the Cumberland Presbyterian Church." He was 


a Cumberland Presbyterian himself and went to 
the meeting. When the meeting was opened, 
he stood up and asked if he might say a few 
words. The permission was readily given, and 
with the power of the Holy Spirit upon him, he 
poured out his soul to the people. In a few days I 
received a paper from that town saying that fifty- 
eight persons were converted while he spoke. 

A young man went out from that meeting to 
Baraboo, Wis., and in a few da3^s I received a letter 
from Baraboo, Wis., saying that thirty-eight men 
and boys had been converted in Baraboo. That 
same man afterwards laid down his life in South 
Africa after a brilliant record as a missionary there. 

Another young man went out in the early hours 
and took a train to Wisconsin, and I soon began to 
receive letters from Methodist ministers and others 
near Milwaukee asking if we had in our Institute a 
young man named Sam J., and adding that a young 
man, giving that name, had appeared among them 
and was holding meetings in schoolhouses and 
churches and the soldiers' home, and wherever he 
went there seemed to be conversions. But they 
knew nothing about him, and he said he was a 
student of the Bible Institute. 

Men and women went from that meeting to the 
uttermost parts of the earth with the power of God 
upon them. As I have gone around the world and 
visited China, Japan, India and Australia and other 
lands, I think in every land I visited, I have found 
some one who was present that morning when the 
Holy Ghost fell upon us. 


''ICmHardh Wait'' 

In my first pastorate there was a revival of re- 
ligion. It was sweeping through the town and 
people of all classes were being converted. Some of 
the infidels were greatly disturbed and sent oif for 
an infidel lecturer with the hope of stopping the 
work, but his coming helped the work rather than 
hindered it. Many who did not dare to come out 
to hear the preachers had courage to go to hear the 
infidel lecturer and were so disgusted by his man- 
ner of presenting his position that they looked into 
the claims of Christ and were led to accept Him. 

One lady said to her husband the night of his first 
lecture, " Let us go and hear Professor J. to-night 
at the hall." Her husband replied, " What do you 
want to hear him for? You don't believe as he 
does." " I don't know what I believe," she replied. 
The husband consented to take her. As they came 
down the stairs of the hall after listening to the 
professor's coarse ridicule of the Bible, the lady 
turned to her husband and said, " Well, I have 
found out one thing to-night anyway." " What is 
that ? " "I have found out that I believe the Bible." 
She came to me and asked to be taken into rdy 
church. It was evident she really had accepted 
Christ and she entered the church and became one 
of the most active members in it. 

But there was another lady in the community, 
who a few years before in a revival meeting in an 
adjoining town had started for the front and her 
husband had laid his hand upon her shoulder and 


forced her back into her seat. She never after- 
wards made any attempt to become a Christian but 
drifted, as so many others do who resist the Holy 
Spirit, into rampant infidelity. When she heard 
that the infidels of the town had sent for this infidel 
lecturer she remarked to a friend, " I can hardly 
wait until Professor J. gets here." She did not wait. 
One Saturday evening she was at the house of a 
friend at a card party. Ten o'clock came and they 
were still playing cards. Eleven o'clock came and 
they were still playing cards. Twelve o'clock came 
and they were still playing cards. The Sabbath began 
but they were still plajdng cards ; — Sabbath break- 
ing and card-playing go hand in hand. In the early 
hours of the Sabbath morning, she sprang suddenly 
from the card table, clapped her hand upon her 
head and cried, " Oh," and dropped dead beside the 
table. I would rather die somewhere else. 

I shall never forget my first meeting with that 
woman's husband after this awful tragedy. He 
had never spoken to me before, but as I entered the 
post-office through one door, he came in through 
another. As soon as he saw me, he hurried across 
the post-office towards me, held out his hand and I 
held out mine in deepest sympathy for the unfortu- 
nate man. I shall never forget the grasp he gave 
my hand. He knew his wife had gone out into a 
hopeless eternity and that he was to blame. Oh ! 
you men, who are standing between your wives and 
their acceptance of Jesus Christ, there is an awful 
day coming for you, a day when you will look upon 
the white faces of your^wives as they lie in the casket 


and will be face to face with the thought that your 
wives are lost forever and that you are to blame. 

Hoiv Men Become Infidels 

Iw one of our western colleges there was a time 
of deep religious interest. Many of the students 
were being converted but there were two young 
men in the college that set themselves against the 
movement. They agreed to meet on a certain 
evening and go into the college chapel and there 
blaspheme the Holy Ghost and thus get rid of their 
religious impressions. The appointed hour came 
and the two young men met at the door of the col- 
lege chapel. One man's courage failed him and he 
refused to go in, and do as they had agreed. He 
afterwards was converted and became a Christian. 
The other went into the college chapel alone. It is 
not known what he did in there, but when he came 
out, he was as white as death. He afterwards 
drifted into utter unbelief and became a leader in 
one of the well-known infidel organizations of one 
of our great cities. This is the way in which many 
become infidels. They resist the Spirit of God. 
They know their duty, they know they ought to ac- 
cept Christ but they refuse to do it, the Spirit of 
God leaves them and they drift into the darkness 
of utter unbelief. 

'' / Wish I Were a Christian " 

In one of my pastorates there was a man who 
was bitterly opposed to the church. He was one of 


the most self-righteous men I ever knew. He never 
tired of criticising others, but maintained that his 
own character was so good that he had no fear of 
standing before God on the ground of his own up- 
right character. 

But the time came for that man to die. A cancer 
appeared on his scalp. It ate its way through the 
scalp and then began to eat its way through the 
skull. At last there was only a thin film of skull 
between the cancer and the brain. The doctor in- 
formed him that as soon as the cancer penetrated to 
the brain, he must die. As he lay face to face with 
the stern reality of death, he said, " Send for Mr. 
Torrey.'* I hurried to his bedside and sat down be- 
side him. " Oh," he said, " Mr. Torrey, they tell 
me I have not long to live; that as soon as the 
cancer eats a little further through the skull and 
penetrates the brain, I must die. Tell me just 
what I must do to become a Christian." I tried to 
make the way of life as plain as I knew how, but 
he seemed unable to grasp it. He had put off the 
great decision until too late, and his mind seemed 
to have lost all power to grasp things. At night I 
said to his family, " You have sat up with him night 
after night. I will sit up with him to-night." They 
told me what to do for him and retired. All 
through the night I was with him. Several times 
it was necessary to go out into an adjoining room 
to get him something, and whenever I would re- 
turn to the room where he lay from the bed over in 
the corner of the room, I would hear one constant 
groan, " Oh, I wish I was a Christian," " Oh, I wish 


I was a Christian," " Oh, I wish I was a Christian " ; 
and so the man died. 

He had found comfort in the thought of his own 
goodness in the time of health and strength but as 
he had lain face to face with death and eternity and 
God, he had seen clearly it was necessary to have 
some better foundation but it was too late to find it. 

" / Cannot Believe the Bible Because I am a. 

One night one of my workers called me to deal 
with a man who claimed to be an infidel. I said 
to him, " Are you an infidel ? " He said, " I am." 
I said, " Will you please tell me what makes you an 
infidel ? " He said, " Because I am a scientist and 
the Bible contradicts the teachings of science." I 
asked him of what branch of science he made a 
specialty. He replied, " Chemistry." I said, *' Did 
you ever hear of Henry Clerk Maxwell ? " He 
said, " No, I never did." I suggested he could not 
be very well read in chemistry if he had never 
heard of Henry Clerk Maxwell, and further called 
his attention to the fact that though Henry Clerk 
Maxwell was such an eminent man of science, he 
was also an earnest Christian. I next asked him if 
he had ever heard of James D. Dana (the great 
geologist). He replied that he had. I doubt if he 
really had, but he was becoming rattled and did 
not wish to appear too ignorant. " Well," I said, 
"you know that James D. Dana was one of the 
most eminent men of science that this country has 


ever produced. ISTow," I said, " it was my privilege 
to study under James D. Dana and to know him 
personally, and I have heard him say that one rea- 
son why he believed the Bible to be the Word of 
God was because there was such a remarkable 
agreement between the first chapter of Genesis and 
the most recent discoveries in geology. Now," I 
continued, " it will not do for a little six-by-nine 
scientist like you to say you cannot believe the 
Bible because you are a man of science, when men 
so eminent in the scientific world have found no 
difficulty in believing in the Bible as the Word of 

** There is But a Step Between Me and 
Death " 

At one of the noon meetings for business men in 
the Lyceum Theatre in Cleveland, a well known 
socialist agitator sat near a Christian man. He 
listened attentively to what was said. After I had 
finished, the Christian man said to him, " D., how 
did you like that ? " He replied, " Such reasoning 
as that is no good. I could wipe that out in a few 
minutes if they would give me a chance to talk." 
The Christian man replied, " D., you do not under- 
stand spiritual things. You may be able to talk 
politics, but you cannot talk religion." "Yes, I 
can talk politics with any orator and no one can 
pluck the laurels from my brow," he replied. 

The following day at noon, just a little short of 
twenty-four hours from the time he made his 


boasts, the Big Four Kailroad threw him into a 
ditch a lifeless corpse. 

Oh, if we only realized that there was but one step 
between us and death and eternity. How soon we 
would cease our empty boasting. 

''I Thought of My Mother " 

DuEiNG our Dublin campaign, a young man 
came to me in great distress. He had been paying 
attention to a young lady, who was very worldly. 
He had been brought up under Christian influences, 
his mother being an earnest Christian woman. He 
told me that the preceding Sunday evening he had 
called upon the young lady in whom he was inter- 
ested. Though it was Sunday evening, the girl's 
mother proposed that they play cards. The young 
lady's mother urged him to join in the game, but 
he refused. He said to me, " When I was invited 
to play cards on a Sunday evening, the thought 
came to me, 'What if I should and my mother 
should hear of it. It would break her heart.'" 
How many a man is kept back from doing things 
he would otherwise do by the thought of how it 
would grieve his mother if she should hear of it. 
But there is One who is more keenly sensitive than 
the purest mother, who is grieved at the slightest 
departure from the path of right as no mother even 
is grieved, that One is the Holy Spirit. He goes 
with us wherever we go. He sees all that we do. 
He hears all that we say. Yes, He sees the most 
secret fancy of the heart, and if there is an act or 


word or thought that has a taint of impurity or 
selfishness or sin, He is deeply grieved. To me this 
is one of the mightiest incentives to a careful walk. 
Oftentimes when some evil thought is suggested to 
me by the enemy, the thought comes, " I cannot 
entertain that thought for a moment. If I do, the 
Holy Spirit, who sees it, will be deeply grieved, 
and I cannot bear to grieve this ever-present, faith- 
ful Friend." 

" God Won't Take Me Away Without Giving 
Me Another Chance " 

A SAILOE from one of the lines of steamers 
entering ISTew York dropped one night into the 
Berachah Mission. As he was going out, a worker 
stopped him at the door and urged him to accept 
Christ. But he refused to do so. The worker be- 
came more insistent and said, " It might be your 
last opportunity." " No," he said, " This will not 
be my last opportunity. God certainly won't take 
me away without giving me another chance." He 
resisted all the pleadings of the worker and left the 
mission and started for his steamer. As he went 
across the gangplank from the dock to the steamer, 
he missed his footing and fell into the water be- 
tween the steamer and the dock. Before they 
could get him out he was drowned. It will not do 
to trifle with God. JSTo man can tell that he will 
have another chance. The only day of which we 
are absolutely certain is to-day. The only op- 


port unity of which we are absolutely certain is the 
present opportunity. 

'' There Will be no Dance To-Night " 

Death often throws its dark shadow across our 
gayest moments. I shall never forget one of the 
last dances with which I had anything to do. It 
was a charity ball for the benefit of an organization 
in which I was deeply interested, and though I was 
a theological student I was one of the managers of 
the ball. 

On the afternoon of the day when the ball was 
to take place, my minister called upon me. I think 
he was disturbed that one of his members should be 
the manager in a charity ball. But as he talked 
with me, he did not come to the exact point of the 
ball. After a while a classmate, who was also one 
of the managers of the ball, came in and said, 
" Torrey, are you going to the ball to-night ? " I 
think he did it partly to annoy me and partly to 
annoy the minister. I said, " Yes, of course, I am 
going to the ball to-night." " No," he said, " You are 
not going to the ball to-night." I said, " I am going 
to the dance to-night." He said, " You are not going 
to the dance to-night." " Well," I replied, " I guess 
I know and I am going to the dance to-night." He 
said, " You are not going to the dance to-night, for 
there is to be no dance to-night. While we were 
making the last arrangements in the hall this after- 
noon, Mrs. — as she walked across the stage 

fell dead, and there will be no dance to-night." 


An Infidel Professor Converted 

In one of my pastorates there was a lady member 
of our church who had a brother who was a pro- 
fessor of geology. He was an able man but an 
infidel. Sometimes he delivered lectures on the 
conflict between science and Christianity. His 
sister came to me and asked me to pray for his 
conversion. This I consented to do. Not a great 
while after she came to me one day and said, " My 
brother is converted," and showed me a letter he 
had written her. He said he had recently begun 
the study of the Bible (it would have been well 
if he had begun the study of the Bible before he 
lectured on it) and he had been deeply impressed 
by the agreement between the teachings of the 
Bible and the teachings of modern science and 
that he had become a Christian. 

If more men who talked against the Bible would 
get down to a real study of the Bible, they would 
soon give up their infidelity and accept the Bible 
and its Christ. 

Common Stones Turned into Diamonds 

If it were announced that I were to speak in this 
hall to-morrow morning to the business men of the 
city upon a process which I had discovered by 
which common ordinary stones taken out of the 
street could be transformed iato real diamonds, and 
if the business men of this city knew I really had 
discovered such a process, and this was the only 


occasion upon which I was to explain it, do you 
think there would be any one here to hear the ad- 
dress? The building would be packed to its utmost 
capacity. The business men of this city would 
begin to gather hours before the appointed time of 
the meeting. They would camp out all night be- 
fore the doors and a few moments after the doors 
were open, the building would be filled, and when 
I had finished describing the process, they would 
not wait for the benediction, but would rush out 
into the streets and into the country roads, and you 
would see leading men of this city, forgetting their 
dignity, down on their knees in the dirt and mud 
hunting for stones. If some friend should come 
along and say, " What are you doing there down in 
the dirt ? " they would say, " Don't bother me.'' 
If they should still inquire, "What are you doing?" 
He would reply, " Looking for stones." 

I can tell you that very thing. I can tell you 
how to go out into the streets and alle3^s of the 
city, out into the roads and lanes of the country, 
and stoop down into the mud and mire of sin, and 
take up the common ordinary rude stones, lost men 
and women, and by the glorious art of the soul 
winner, transform them into diamonds worthy of a 
place in the Saviour's eternal diadem. Is not that 
worth while ? Is there any other work in the uni- 
verse that really is worth while ? 


No Pilot Ready 

One night during a severe storm a vessel was 
seen beating about near the entrance to the Golden 
Gate, making signals of distress and asking by sig- 
nal for a pilot to guide it through the gate, to the 
harbour within. It kept on beating about and sig- 
nalling for some time, but its signals were not 
answered, and so after a while the imperilled ship 
turned its prow again towards the stormy sea, from 
whose perils it was seeking to escape. The ship was 
never heard from again. 

There is many a storm-tossed vessel to-day seek- 
ing guidance through the golden gate into the 
harbour but many of us who profess to be Christians 
and know the way into the harbour well will not 
take the trouble to go out and face the storm and 
bring the distressed vessel safely into harbour. 
Thus we leave them to the perils of the deep and 
they are never heard of again. Oh, that God would 
arouse us sleeping Christians to a sense of our duty, 
and that we would hear the cry of God and go out 
to bring the storm-tossed safely into harbour. 

'' The Harvest is Past, the Summer is 
Ended, and I am not Saved'' 

In the early days of Mr. Moody's work in 
Chicago, a man who was a constant attendant at 
the Tabernacle often seemed on the verge of deci- 
sion for Christ. One day when Mr. Moody urged 
him to accept Christ, he replied, " No, Mr. Moody, 


I cannot. My business partner is not a Christian 
and if I should accept Christ, he would ridicule me." 
Mr. Moody urged him to trust God and to brave his 
partner's ridicule but he could not muster courage 
to do it. Finally he became annoyed at Mr. 
Moody's constant urging of him to accept Christ, 
and ceased attending at the Tabernacle. For some- 
time he was lost sight of, but one day his wife came 
to Mr. Moody's house and said, " Mr. Moody, my 
husband is very ill. There has been a consultation 
of physicians and they say he cannot possibly live. 
"Won't you come down and speak to him before he 
dies ?" Mr. Moody hurried to the home. He found 
the man in a very approachable state of mind, and 
he presented Christ to him. The man listened and 
seemed to accept Christ. To every one's surprise 
his disease took a turn for the better. His convales- 
cence was rapid and the next time Mr. Moody 
called, he found him sitting up outdoors in the sun- 
shine. Mr. Moody said to him, '' Now God has been 
so good to you and raised you up, of course as soon 
as you are able to come up to the Tabernacle, you will 
come and make a public confession of your acceptance 
of Christ." " ISTo, Mr. Moody," he said," I cannot do 
that for if I should do that my partner would ridicule 
me and I cannot stand his ridicule." Mr. Moody 
urged him but he would not consent to make an open 
confession of his faith. Finally he said, " Mr. Moody, 
I am going to move to Michigan and I promise you 
when I get over there, I will make a public confes- 
sion of Christ." Mr. Moody told him that Jesus 
Christ could keep him in Chicago just as well as H© 


could in Michigan, but the man would not listen. 
Mr. Moody went away that day with a heary 

Just a week from that day, the man's wife called 
at Mr. Moody's house again. " Oh, Mr. Moody," 
she said, "my husband has had a relapse. We have 
had another consultation of physicians and they say 
it is not possible for him to live. Won't you come 
down and speak to him before he dies ? " Mr. Moody 
said, " Did he send for me ? " " No," she replied, " he 
did not. That is the worst of it. He does not 
want to see you, but I cannot let him die this way. 
Won't you come?" Mr. Moody accompanied the 
wife to the home, went into the room where the dy- 
ing man lay. As he approached the bed, the dying 
man said, " Mr. Moody, I don't want you to talk to 
me. It will do no good. I have had my chance and 
thrown it away." Mr, Moody tried to show him 
how there was hope even in the last hour ; how 
Jesus said, " Him that cometh to Me I will in no 
wise cast out " ; that even then he might put his trust 
in Jesus Christ and be saved, but the man said, "No, 
it is too late. I had my chance and I threw it 
away," and he could not be moved. Mr. Moody 
said, " May I pray with you ? " " No, I don't want 
you to pray with me. It won't do any good. 
Pray for my wife and children — they need your 
prayers, but don't pray for me. It is too late, I 
have thrown away my chance." Mr. Moody knelt 
down beside the dying man's bed and tried to pray. 
He said to me when telling the story long after- 
wards, " I could not pray. My prayers did not seem 


to go higher than my head. The heavens above me 
seemed like brass. When I got up the man said, 
* There, I told you it would do no good. It is too 
late. I have thrown away my chance.' " Mr. 
Moody went home with a heavy heart. 

All that afternoon as the man sank lower and 
lower, he kept repeating just one passage of Scrip- 
ture, '' The harvest is past, the summer is ended and 
I am not saved." Again and again those standing 
around his bed heard him repeating, " The harvest 
is past, the summer is ended and I am not saved." 
Just as the sun was sinking behind the western 
prairies they heard him whispering in a low tone 
and they leaned over to listen and in a feeble 
whisper he said, " The harvest is past, the summer 
is ended, and I am not saved," and thus he went out 
into the darkness. 

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