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mony performed and I was asked to do this when I got there on last Saturday. G eo . W. H unter . Personal Evangelism. Saved from Suicide One night after the Fishermen’s Meeting, I saw a young man standing ¡listlessly around, so went up to him and asked if he were a Christian. He said he was not and I began speaking to him about Jesus Christ. He opened up his heart and told how he had lived in awful sin and was mis erable and said that he had planned on taking his life that very night. He had been sitting in Central Park and a Fisher men follow had invited him over to the club and he had come. He said, “I haven’t been inside of a religious meeting for a long time and I don’t know what brought me here to-night. I am too mean to be saved.” I showed him 1 Timothy 1:15. We then went over to a room by ourselves' and I talked and pleaded with him for about an hour. Then we got down on our knees, and after further pleading with him he submitted and prayed the sinner’s prayer and accepted Christ as his personal Saviour and left the building with a happy look on his face and again and again said, “Say, I’m glad I came in here tonight.” R. W. A. Saved by the Wayside. One Sunday, as I was on my way home on my bicycle from Sunday school and church service, which I had held in one of the neighboring towns, I noticed an in toxicated man on the walk. Upon coming up to him, I looked at him and he at me, making as if to speak something, where upon I jumped off my wheel, believing that there was an opportunity for personal work. He said, “Excuse my ignorance, I want to get the car for Owensmouth,” and showed me his return ticket from Los An geles to Owensmouth. As we talked, even though I had not mentioned Christ or the Christian life, he said, “Can’t you do some thing for me? Give me something to read, anyway.” I proposed that we go to my
home, a couple of blocks distance, where we would have some coffee and could sit down and talk it over, and we would then find out when the next car came along. To this he agreed, and with painstaking effort I finally had both man and wheel safely at my home. No one was there, so I pro ceeded to make as strong a cup of coffee as possible for him, and although I had also to drink in order to get him to drink, I considered it another way to become “all •things to all.men.” After our simple re past we sat down in the parlor and I opened up the Word. The greatest part was already accomplished (conviction), for he acknowledged he was a black sheep. I showed him a means by which black can be made white, the “Blood” method, and side by side on our knees before God, we called upon the Lord to save this man. He said he knew he was saved and would trust Christ to keep him and then began to plan what he would do for the night. I offered to give him accommodations, but he con cluded that it was best to go to his desti nation and the next car being due, we hur riedly went down to the junction to board it. But at the last minute we discovered that the ticket was lost. I offered to pay his way and had a hard time to gain his consent, when with a sudden thought, I reached over and found the ticket in hfs shirt pocket. So with a new Bible, a new friend,, and, I trust, a new Saviour, he boarded the car and waved me a cheerful good-bye. R. E. G. A mother asked the late John B. Gough to visit her son to win him to ChHst. Gough found the young man’s mind full of skeptical notions,- and impervious to argu ment. Finally, the young man was asked to pray, just once, for light. The young man replied: “I do not know anything perfect to whom or to which I could pray.” “How about your mother’s love?” said the orator. “Isn’t that perfect? ■ Hasn’t she always stood by you, and been ready to take you in, and care for you, when even your father had really kicked you out?” The young man choked with emotion, and
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