When this man found himself delivered he wanted to go with the Saviour.
That was gratitude; Christ had saved him, had redeemed him. He had
delivered him from the hand of the enemy. And this man cried: "Let me
follow You around the world; where You go I will go." But the Lord said,
"You go home and tell your friends what good things the Lord has done
for you." And he started home. I would like to have been in that house
when he came there. I can imagine how the children would look when they
saw him, and say, "Father is coming." "Shut the door," the mother would
cry; "look out! fasten the window; bolt every door in the house." Many
times he very likely had come and abused his family and broken the
chairs and tables and turned the mother into the street and alarmed all
the neighbors. They see him now coming down the street. Down he comes
till he gets to the door, and then gently knocks. You don't hear a sound
as he stands there. At last he sees his wife at the window and he says,
"Mary!" "Why," she says, "why he speaks as he did when I first married
him; I wonder if he has got well?" So she looks out and asks: "John, is
that you?" "Yes, Mary," he replies, "it's me, don't be afraid any mare,
I'm well now.
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