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a profession of Christ as her Saviour. The verses- from the Bible showing that works could not inherit the kingdom but new birth convinced her. O ne afternoon it seemed as though thé caller was not being much used, when at the very next call she was rather reluctantly asked to come in. After a few moments it developed there had been a great sorrow in the home that she could not speak of to those she knew, and she had not known much of the Master’s ability to comfort. We were able to point her to Him and His Word and leave her much comforted in heart and mind. T h e old story of Jesus and His love had been told to a young Christian Science mother in the maternity ward of the County hospital. She listened with interest but her heart was untouched. So leaving the Word of God to do its work in her heart, I turned to the patient in the next bed and found that she had been listening to all that was said. She was so broken up that tears came to her eyes at once, when I spoke to her about Jesus. She was too ill to talk much but gladly accepted Jesus Christ as her Saviour and Lord. A B ible lesson was being given by one of our Bible women in a. suburban town of about twenty-five hundred inhabitants. The lesson was “Dispensational Truths.” The church was filled and as far as could be as certained only one person in that audience knew anything of these truths of the “Lord’s Coming.” Just before the service began, a woman quietly arose, came to the Bible wo man and asked, “Are you going to speak on the Lord’s Coming?” “Yes,” was the answer. “For eighteen years,’’ the woman replied, “I have waited for this.” On the following day she called on the Bible wo man, bringing a scrap of yellow paper with a few references and part of an outline on this subject. “Eighteen years ago,” she said, “a man traveling through the country lectured on this subject, saying he had got
the truth from a great teacher named Darby. All these years I have longed and trusted to hear more of this precious truth. Of course, the Bible woman could not leave this town until a Bible class was organ ized. I t was in one of the surgical wards, I had been talking with one old colored wo man and stepping over to the next bed where another black face lay on the white pillow, I said: “Are you saved, too ?” “Can’t you tell by lookin’ at me?” And then I looked again, and said, “Yes, indeed, I might have known for that light of Jesus’ presence does shine through. Maybe you would like me to read to you something from the Word.” And then she told me how she couldn’t read the Bible for herself, but that she was going to night school and the Lord was helping her so that she could read “real well” in the Second Reader. She looked to be way past sixty and she had been going to school for two years. I read about the resurrection in the fifteenth chap ter of first Corinthians and you may know I read it just as well as I knew how. You should have heard her say, “Bless de Lord,” and utter little cries of delight over some particularly precious .truth just as you have heard a child unable to repress its feelings over the possession of some long-coveted treasure. Another day I- read the fourteenth of John. The whole ward grew quiet and listened to those beautiful words of Jesus and when I finished my colored friends said, “Oh, that was lots better than singing or preaching. Come back again soon!” Among my calls during the past week was one made at the home of an atheist, I asked what church he attended, but he said none. “I don’t believe there is a God.” The sun was shining brightly and I pointed to it and said, “What made that?” Ignoring my question, he said, ‘‘The hell theory is ex ploded, no person with any intellect believes in a hell now.” I said, “I heard a gentle man not at that time a Christian remark, ‘If there is no hell there ought to be, for
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