T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S “ But that didn’t satisfy Tom. He said: ‘Scofield, that isn’t the answer to my question. Now tell me, Why aren’t you a Christian?’ “ ‘Well,’ I then said, ‘the fact is, Tom, that I don’t know how to go about it. I don’t know how to become a Christian.’ “ ‘Will you sit there a few minutes until I show you how?’ he asked. And when I- agreed, he took a New Testa ment from his pocket and began to read gospel passages from it. He read John 3:16; 5:24; 6:47; 10:28; Ac. 13:38, 39, and many others. Then closing his book he said to me, ‘Now, Scofield, how does a man become a Christian?’ “ I replied that from what he had read I judged that I must believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and receive him as my own Savior. ‘Right,’ said he. ‘And now will you do it?’ “ ‘Well, Tom,’ said I, ‘I will think about it. You’ve set me thinking.’ “ But he wouldn’t be satisfied with, that. He said: ‘Scofield, you’ve thought about it enough. I ask you now, Will you take the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Savior?’ “ ‘Yes, I will,’ I replied; and we got down on our knees in my law office, and I received the Son of God as my Sav ior, passing from death unto life. And, praise. His name, He has kept me from that moment to this.” GO AND DO IT Bishop Tucker, of Uganda, left the secluded artist’s studio for the work of Christ. He had been painting the pic ture of a poor woman, thinly clad, and pressing a babe to her bosom, wander ing homeless on a stormy night in a dark, deserted street. As the picture grew, the artist suddenly threw down his brush, exclaiming, “ Instead of merely painting the lost, I will go out and save them.” .(Mark 16:15; 1 Cor. 9:22.)
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PERSONAL WORK DID IT ' |HIS is the testimony of the late Dr. C. I. Scofield, as he gave it to a friend: “ I was a drunken lawyer in the city of St. Louis. I would have fought anyone then that charged me with being a drunken lawyer, but I was one never theless. I was thirty-seven years old, and in spite of my drinking I had a large practice. One of my clients was Thomas S. McPheeters, af St. Louis busi ness man. One day Tom McPheeters was in my office and we had just fin ished up somo business he had on hand with me when he started to go out. With his hand on the knob of the door he turned and said: “ ‘Scofield, I’m the biggest coward on earth.’ “ I was surprised at that, and said: ‘Why, Tom, what do you mean? I never had you down as a coward.’ “ ‘Well,’ said he, ‘for a whole year I have had a question in my mind that I have wanted to ask you, and I’ve never had sand enough to ask it until today.- “ Then I said, ‘Tom, come back here and sit down, and ask me any question you like.’ “ He came back to my desk and took a seat, and then he said: ‘Scofield, we are busy men, and have no time to beat about the bush. I’m going to ask you a straight question and I want a straight answer to it.’ " ‘All right, Tom,’ I replied. ‘You shall have it. What is your question?’ “ Then he said: ‘It is this: Scofield, why aren’t you a Christian?’ “ For a moment I hardly knew how to answer that question. You see, though I had been brought up to attend church, and was nominally an Episco palian, I did not have much acquaint anceship with the subject my friend had brought up. Finally I said: ‘Well, Tom, doesn’t the Bible say something about no drunkard ever going to heaven? You know I am a hard drink er.’
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