W. D. Dunn, the evangelist, was holding a campaign of gospel meetings in a large hall in the town of Motherwell, Lanarkshire, Scotland, an industrial town about 10 miles from Glasgow. During the campaign a friend of his, Mr. Carr of Carlisle, died, and he was invited to attend the funeral. Carlisle is some 90 miles south of Motherwell and about 100 miles from Glasgow. Consulting his Bradshaw Time Table, he found that he could travel by express train to Carlisle on the morning of the day of the funeral, attend the funeral, and catch a train from Carlisle to Motherwell, arriving back in good time for his evening meeting. He decided to do this, attended the funeral, but arrived in Carlisle station a few minutes after his train for Motherwell had left. His Bradshaw showed that there was only an express train to Glasgow, non-stop in about an hour, and a slow train that stopped at Motherwell, but would be much too late for his meeting.
Approaching the Stationmaster, he asked if the express train to Glasgow could be stopped for a minute or two at Motherwell to enable him to alight and be in time for a very important meeting there. The Stationmaster said it could not be done. Lifting up his heart in prayer, the evangelist was turning away when the Stationmaster added: 'But are you a Member of Parliament? I have authority to have the train stopped for an M.P."No,' replied Dunn, 'I am not an M.P.; but I hold a much higher rank. I am an ambassador.' `An Ambassador,' said the Stationmaster. `All right, I shall have the train stopped at Motherwell for you.' Mr. Dunn walked off, thanking him, but on further consideration he felt he ought to clarify his position to the Stationmaster, and so, going to him again, he said, 'I told you I was an ambassador, and that is true. But I am not an ambassador of an earthly king. I am an ambassador of the King of kings, and have a message from Him for over 1,000 people who will gather in Motherwell to hear it. Now I have told you frankly my position. Will the train still stop at Motherwell?" Yes,' replied the Stationmaster, have arranged that it shall stop and it will stop without fail.'
The compartment into which the evangelist entered and sat down had only two other travelers, a man and his wife. 'That's the last stop now till Glasgow,' said the man to his wife, as the train left Carlisle station.
`Pardon me,' said W. D. Dunn, tut the train is going to stop at Motherwell.' `Well!' said the man, 'I have travelled often on this train, and it has never yet stopped at Motherwell. Why should it stop at Motherwell today?' `Because,' said the evangelist, 'there's an ambassador on the train and he is going to alight there.'
Curious to see this ambassador, the couple got into the corridor and stood looking through the window, straining their eyes to see who this person might be. Only one passenger alighted, their fellow-traveler carrying his little brief bag. The King of kings runs the trains and takes care of His ambassadors. (2 Cor. 5. 20) 27.
Thou host no tongue,
O Christ, as once of old,
To tell the story of Thy love divine;
The story, still as strange, as sweet, as true;
But there's no tongue to tell it out but mine.
Thou hast no hands, O Christ, as once of old,
To feed the multitudes with bread and wine;
Thou hast the living bread enough for all,
But there's no hand to give it out but mine.
Thou hast no feet, O Christ, as once of old,
To go where Thy lost sheep in desert pine;
Thy love is still as deep, as strong, as kind,
But now Thou hast no feet to go but mine.
And shall I use these ransomed powers of mine
For things that only minister to me?
Lord, take my tongue, my hands, my feet, my all,
And let them live, and give, and go, for Thee! (Isa. 6. 8, 9; 2 Cur. 5. 20)