When that neighbor went home, at first he thought he wouldn't say
anything about it to the boy's father, but afterward he thought it was
his duty to tell him. So in a crowd in the street of their little town
he just took the father aside, and told him what he had seen in Chicago.
It was a terrible blow. When the children had been put to bed that night
he said to his wife, "Wife, I have bad news. I have heard from Chicago
today." The mother dropped her work in an instant and said: "Tell me
what it is." "Well, our son has been seen on the streets of Chicago,
drunk." Neither of them slept that night, but they took their burden to
Christ, and about daylight the mother said: "I don't know how, I don't
know when or where, but God has given me faith to believe that our son
will be saved and will never come to a drunkard's grave."
One week after, that boy left Chicago. He couldn't tell why--an unseen
power seemed to lead him to his mother's home, and the first thing he
said on coming over the threshold was, "Mother, I have come home to ask
you to pray for me;" and soon after he came back to Chicago a bright and
shining light. If you have a burden like this, fathers, mothers, bring
it to Him and cast it on Him, and He, the Great Physician, will heal
your broken hearts.
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