When that memorable night came
that mother went down and came up without her two children. Upon reading
the news I said: "It will kill her," and I quitted my post in
Edinburgh--the only time I left my post on the other side--and went down
to Liverpool to try and comfort her. But when I got there I found that
the Son of God had been there before me, and instead of me comforting
her, she comforted me. She told me she could not think of those children
as being in the sea; it seemed as if Christ had permitted her to take
those children on that vessel only that they might be wafted to Him, and
had saved her life only that she might come back and work a little
longer for Him. When she got up the other day at a mothers' meeting in
Farwell Hall, and told her story, I thought I would tell the mothers of
it the first chance I got.
So if any of you have had some great affliction, if any of you have lost
a loving father, mother, brother, husband, or wife, come to Christ,
because God has sent Him to heal the broken-hearted.
"Father, Father, Come This Way."
I remember a number of years ago I went out of Chicago to try to preach.
I went down to a little town where was being held a Sunday-school
convention.
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