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head swims, Everybody says, Believe! be lieve! believe! And I am none the wiser. I don’t know what you mean by it.” “Very well,’’ said I, “I will drop the word; but 'just TRUST the Lord Jesus, Christ to save.” “If I say I trust Him, wili He save me?” “No, you may say a thousand things; but if you really trust Him He will save you.” “Well,” said she, “I trust Him, but I don’t feel any different.” “Ah,” said I, “I have found your difficulty. You have been hunting for feeling all these three years. You have not been looking for Christ.” Says she, “Christians tell how much joy they have got.” “But,” said I, “you want a Christian experience before you get one. Instead of trusting God, you are looking for Christian experience.” Then I said: “Right here in this pew, just commit yourself to the Lord Jesus Christ and trust Him, and you will be saved,” and I held her right to the word “TRUST,” which is the same as the word “believe” in the Old Testament. “You know what it is* to trust a friend. Cannot you trust God as a friend?” She looked at me for five min utes, it seemed, and then said slowly : “Mr. Moody, I trust the Lord Jesus Christ this night to save my soul.” Turning to the pastor of the church she took him by the hand and repeated the declaration. Turning to an elder in the church she said again the solemn words, and near the door, meeting another officer of the church, she repeated for the fourth time, “I am trusting Jesus,” and went off home. IN EARNEST. The next night when I was preaching I saw her right in front of me, “Eternity” written in her eyes, her face lighted up, and when I asked inquirers to go into the other room, she was the first to go in. I won dered at it, for I could see by her face that she was in the joy of her Lord. But when I got in I found her with her arms around a young lady’s neck, and I heard her say, “It is only just trusting. I stum bled over it three years and found it all in
death. The flames had already enveloped the staircase, but the firemen took ladders and spliced them and put the long ladder up, and the only hope for that person was to get out on the ladder, but they found it was not quite long enough, and this per son perished in the flames. Thank God, the ladder is long enough tonight. The fire- escape comes up to the very window where you are. The question is, Will you trust the fire-escape—will you trust Christ to night? JUST TRUST. The other Sunday I was speaking on “Trust.” A person came to me the next day and said, “I want to tell you how I was saved. You remember you told about that lady who sought Christ three years and could-not find Him, and when you told that, it was I. I was in that same condi tion and through your story I got light.” I don’t think I have ever told it but what somebody got light and life. I will tell it again, for I would go up and down the world telling it if I could get a convert. One night I was preaching, and happen ing to' cast my eyes down during the ser mon, I saw two eyes just riveted upon me. Every word that fell from my lips she just seemed, to catch at with her own lips, and I was very anxious to go down to where she was. After the sermon I went to the pew and said, “My friend, are you a Chris tian?” “Oh, no,” said she, “I wish I was. I have been seeking Christ three years and cannot find Him.” Said I, “Oh, there is a great mistake about that.” Says she, “Do you think I am not jit earnest? Do you think, sir, I have not been seeking Christ?” Said I, “I suppose you think you have, but Christ has been seeking you these twenty years, and it would not take an anxious sinner and an anxious Saviour three years to meet, and if you have been really seek ing Him you would have found Him long before this.” “What would you do then?” Said I, “Do nothing, only believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.” “Oh,” said she, “I have heard that till my
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