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staring her in the face, she turned to her mother and said "I’m afraid to die” . “ O,” said her mother, trying to comfort her, “We are all born to die.” The daughter had a picture of a saint, and said “ Please pray to it so that my fear will leave me.” We said to'the mother, “ If she had called on Jesus who is the only Intercessor, her fear would have left her.” She replied, “Well, I am ignorant; I didn’t know.” Oj how cruel that such a system exists that obscures the knowledge of the saving grace of our Lord Jesus with all its rites and ceremonies, and makes its deluded followers believe that it is impossible to approach the Lord Jesus Himself, and that therefore they must plead to the Virgin Mary and to the court of saints and to the eleven thou sand virgins, with no relief or satisfac tion at all. But when the Gospel is presented to them in simplicity, with a heart full of love and compassion, O how they do appreciate it, and rejoice after they accept the Lord! This dear woman became quite inter ested and as we were leaving said, “ Wait a minute” and going inside soon came out and handed the worker twenty- five cents. We refused to accept it, but she insisted and said “ Please come again; I enjoy your talk” . At another place we met a woman of sixty, and as we handed her a tract she said, “ It is about the war? We replied “ No, it is about God” . Then she invited us in and taking us to a dark corner of the long room said, “ See,; now don’t you think I believe in God?” And what did we see? Nothing but a lot of dusty images and pictures of saints, with flowers all around them for adornment. “ These are my intercessors” she said. Sitting down, we told her about the only Intercessor between God and man, and she listened quite attentively and said “ I know I am ignorant” ; and yet she was confiding in these saints hoping that they would keep her five boys from being taken off to war.
meeting, a fine young soldier stop ped and asked where we had learned Spanish, and after telling him, we asked him if he knew Jesus as his Saviour, to which he replied that he did not, so we invited him to our room and after opening the Scriptures, asked him if he wanted salvation enough to get down on his knees and ask for it, which he did and we both prayed, and there and then he accepted Jesus as his Saviour. On leaving, we said to him, “ The Lord bless you” and he answered “ The Lord is blessing me now” . Returning to finish the notice on the blackboard, an American soldier came along and said “ Now, will you translate that and tell me what it means?” After doing so, thé conversation led on to asking him if he. knew Christ as his Saviour. He said he could not answer that question, and we then asked if he Would like to know, to which he replied “ Yes.” Inviting him, also, to our room, he, too, accepted Christ as his' Saviour. We praise God for these souls which are handpicked fruit. At Camp Kearny we had a Bible class every night, during the day visited the convalescent camp, and in the early evening would have group meetings. As many as thirty men would stand around in the groups to whom we had the exalted privilege of presenting Christ as the only Saviour. Most of the men dealt with had been indoctrinated with Roman Catholicism which seeks to keep its adepts, or followers, in superstition and ignorance. Any who doubt this statement should give careful attention to the following incident that came to our notice not many miles from Los Angeles: In looking for isolated Mexican fam ilies, we ran across a family, consisting of a mother and six children. After talk ing the Gospel to her awhile, she opened her heart and said, with tears in her eyes, that only a few weeks ago her married daughter died. While lying on her bed of sickness and with death
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