He sent His Son to redeem you--to bring you out
of the prison home of sin. I come to-night to tell you He is here.
A Man who would not Speak to his Wife.
I remember while in Philadelphia, a man with his wife came to our
meetings. When he went out he wouldn't speak to his wife. She thought it
was very queer, but said nothing, and went to bed thinking that in the
morning he would be all right. At breakfast, however, he would not speak
a word. Well, she thought this strange, but she was sure he would have
got all over whatever was wrong with him by dinner. The dinner hour
arrived, and it passed away without his saying a word. At supper not a
word escaped him, and he would not go with her to the meeting. Every day
for a whole week the same thing went on. But at the end of the week he
could not stand it any longer, and he said to his wife: "Why did you go
and write to Mr. Moody and tell him all about me?" "I never wrote to Mr.
Moody in my life," said the wife. "You did," he answered. "You're
mistaken; why do you think that?" "Well, then, I wronged you; but when I
saw Mr. Moody picking me out among all those people, and telling all
about me, I was sure you must have written to him." It was the Son of
Man seeking for him, my friends, and I hope there will be a man here
to-night--that man in the gallery yonder, that one before me--who will
feel that I am talking personally to him.
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