And for ten days he labored in that way, sometimes walking to
the nearest houses. And at the end of that ten days everyone of that
large class had yielded to the Saviour. Full well I remember the night
before he went away (for the doctors said he must hurry to the South),
how we held a true love-feast. It was the very gate of heaven, that
meeting. He prayed, and they prayed; he didn't ask them, he didn't think
they could pray; and then we sung, "Blest be the tie that binds." It was
a beautiful night in June that he left on the Michigan Southern, and I
was down to the train to help him off. And those girls everyone gathered
there again, all unknown to each other; and the depot seemed a second
gate to heaven, in the joyful, yet tearful, communion and farewells
between these newly redeemed souls and him whose crown of rejoicing it
will be that he led them to Jesus. At last the gong sounded, and,
supported on the platform, the dying man shook hands with each one, and
whispered, "I will meet you yonder."
Very Hard, yet Very Easy.
The hardest thing, I will admit, ever a man had to do is to become a
Christian, and yet it is the easiest. This seems to many to be a
paradox, but I will repeat it, it is the most difficult thing to become
a Christian, and yet it is the easiest.
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