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born into the kingdom while they sat there together on the curb. He had walked into Los Angeles, that very afternoon, in search of work, and. not knowing the city, had gone to the park and was resting himself, wondering what would come next. He got his job on Monday and is living, “Kept for and by the Mas ter.” Persuasive Persistence The fisher for souls has so often to say, “We have toiled all night and have taken nothing,’’ that perhaps the following inci dent may encourage him to follow up his fish, with better results. After our seven o’clock meeting on Los Angeles street, one evening, I addressed a young man on the sidewalk, inviting him to enter the mission and join in the service. Not accustomed to give a man up while there is hope of winning him for the Lord, I pressed home Christ’s claims for an hour. I could see that the Spirit was working; tears filled his eyes, but he resisted, turned uncere moniously away, crossed the street and dis appeared into a saloon. Wishing to see what he would do to drown conviction, I followed, and through a side door saw him with an empty whisky glass before him, and lighting a large black cigar, puffing vigorously at which he passed down the street. I slowly followed and came upon him in front of a hotel. He scowled as he saw me, but I asked if he supposed whisky and tobacco could stifle his convic tions, and pleaded God’s word with him for another half hour. But I was obliged to go home without his confession of Christ. He came next night to the mission, but hastily left when Mr. Brown asked him if he were a Christian. But the Spirit did His work, and in his room the fellow spent three or four hours on his knees, when Jesus gave peace to his soul and he rose a new man in Christ. With the joy bells ringing in his heart, and a smile “that will not come off” on his face/ he came next day to the mission; and last week missed but one night of testifying,
ship with God. With no one who under stood to guide, she thought to hide the mat ter and evade it by wordly pleasure. For those many years, miserably unhappy, she outwardly attended to her Christian duties, but felt sure she was lost and only after a faithful following of six weeks, with the blessed Gospel, was this woman enabled to get a clear vision of her Saviour and claim the victory over Satan. Today she is re joicing, with glad heart, over her deliver ance. Oh, the pity of those fifty lost years of service in which many lives must have needed her ministry and went astray be cause she failed them. Saved in the Park One Saturday night about half-past seven, one of the students was on his way to the Fishermen’s prayer meeting, and coming along the western side of Central Park to wards the Institute, he was thinkirig of his previous day’s lesson about the second com ing of our Lord and thinking how wonder ful it would be if the Lord would come then. The street was quiet,—deserted, he thought, and he was singing aloud the chorus of that beautiful gospel song, “Everybody Should Know.’’ He was verv much startled as he finished the last line. “And I have such a wonderful Saviour, that everybody should know,” to hear a voice at his feet almost, say, “Tell me about Him, won’t you?” Opportunities like that seldom come, and soon the wayfarer, who had .been sitting on the curb» was told about “Him that thought it not robbery to be equal with God, who was indeed God Himself, and who came down here on earth and, as a man, died for the sins of men, that they, believing, might live.” “Oh,” he said, “hut it can’t be for me. He wouldn’t take me. It may be true for you, who are young and without much sin, but for me, it couldn’t be.” But when he read for himself, that “him that cometh to me I will in nowise cast out,” he took it for his own, and was
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