An engineer on the Northwestern Railway, who is a true Christian, says: "I was one day waiting on the side track for the express to go by, when a tramp stepped into the cab and asked for something to eat. I took out my dinner pail and gave him a piece of pie and a sandwich. He thanked me, and in doing it swore an awful oath, in which he used the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ. I said, 'Brother, do you know who you are talking about?' He replied, 'No, sir,' I said, 'You have been speaking about the best Friend I have. He has done everything for me, and I wish you would not speak His Name again until you know Him.'
"He slowly climbed down and went towards the back of the train, with the sandwich in one hand and the piece of pie in the other, but he did not eat. He walked slowly and kept looking back toward the engine. Finally he went between two cars and ate his lunch. He met one of the train crew, near the back of the train, and said to him: 'What kind of an engineer have you got?' The brakeman replied: 'We have a good engineer. Didn't he treat you well?' Yes,' replied the tramp, 'but he said something to me that took me back to when I was a little fellow and said my prayers at my mother's knee.' That tramp went slowly around the curve and out of sight, and probably I will never see him again. But I do not think he will use the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ again as he did."—Selected.
A boy in Sunday school unmercifully denounced Peter as a coward for denying his Lord and said that he knew he would have been faithful. Several weeks later his teacher noticed that he was much depressed and in a private interview asked the reason. Then he told how he was present when some boys talked against Christians and the Bible in a mean and irreverent way and he had not said a word in reply. He felt that by his silence he had denied his Lord and was as bad as Peter. How many older people have been guilty of similar denials!—Selected.
At a meeting in a city of Nankin a Chinaman rose and began to cry for mercy with groans and tears. When at length he found utterance he prayed, "O God, forgive me; I have been a dummy Christian. When I was converted the devil came to me and said, 'There are preachers to do the preaching; you need not bother about it.' I listened to the devil's lie, and all those years I have been a dummy Christian, living in ease while souls have been lost."—Selected.
There was living in a fair-sized village in Tinnevelly a man who was sorely crippled by ulcers on both legs and feet. Someone persuaded him to go to the "White Doctor," who lived sixty miles away. The missionary put him to bed and washed and dressed those poor feet with tender care, day after day, week after week. And each day the patient listened to the Gospel message. One morning the doctor read John 1:12: "As many as received him, to them gave ha power to become the sons of God.'' "Stop, sahib," cried the healed cripple. "Is it possible for any man to become a son of God?" What this "believing" and "receiving" meant was carefully explained. After a little prayer together, the native sprang up, and with a face radiant with joy, cried, "Now I'm a son of God. I must hurry back to my village and spread this joyful news." A few weeks afterward the patient returned with two of the leading men of the village with him, to say that everyone in his village desired to become "sons of God," and that he had taught them how to do so from the holy Book. The missionary was astonished. "How could you do that?" he asked. "You cannot read!" "No," said he, "but there was a man in the village, who could read. He read and I explained." Then he begged the doctor to come to the village and teach the people more, and then baptize them.—Abridged from The Unknown God, by One Who Loves Him.
"Talk to God about your neighbors, and talk to your neighbors about God."
Frances Ridley Havergal was a devoted Christian as well as an accomplished singer. She was a guest at an occasion where many distinguished people, including the King himself, were present. A famous Italian prima donna had been engaged to furnish entertainment for the brilliant audience, and after a number of wonderful renditions, Miss Havergal was asked if she would sing. She paused a moment in uncertainty, then stepped to the piano and made a most exquisite rendering of a difficult aria from one of Handel's oratorios. Then even before the applause ceased she began to sing to her own accompaniment the words of one of her most deeply spiritual poems, for which her pen had become so noted:
Oh, Saviour, precious Saviour,
Whom yet unseen we love,
Oh, Name of might and favor.
All other names above.
Among the first to congratulate her was the renowned Italian artist who said to her, "You have something I do not have, and I want it."—The Presbyterian.
There is an American medical missionary in a foreign field who is more interested in the spiritual health of his patients than in their physical health, while at the same time he is greatly used as a physician and surgeon. Difficult, even baffling, physical cases are brought to his hospital, and, by keeping in touch with the latest medical and surgical research in America, he has been able to restore health in a wonderful way. But the fact in which he rejoices is, as he wrote in a letter home last year, "The more the patients come in, the more the Gospel goes out."—Sunday School Times.
God hasn't retained many of us as lawyers, but He has subpoenaed all of us as witnesses.—Heart and Life.
Faith of our fathers, we will love
Both friend and foe in all our strife,
And preach Thee, too, as love knows how,
By kindly deeds and virtuous life.—Frederick W. Faber
The atheist who spent a few days with the saintly Fenelon said: "If I stay here much longer, I shall become a Christian in spite of myself." Fenelon had used no word of controversy, or even of solicitation. It was the quiet, convincing argument of a holy life that led to the remark.—Selected