A Dying Infidel's Confession.
I want to read to you a letter which I received some time ago. I read
this to you because I am getting letters from infidels who say that not
an infidel has repented during our meetings. Only about ten days ago I
got a letter from an infidel, who accused me of being a liar. He said
there had not been an infidel converted during our meetings. My friends,
go up to the young converts' meeting any Monday night, and you will see
there ten or twelve every night who have accepted Christ. Why, nearly
every night we meet with a poor infidel who accepts Christ, But let me
read this letter. We get many letters every day for prayer, and, my
friends, you don't know the stories that lie behind those letters. The
letter I am about to read was not received here, but while we were in
Philadelphia. When I received it I put it away, intending to use it at a
future day:
DEAR SIR: Allow me the privilege of addressing you with a few words. The
cause of writing is indeed a serious one. I am the son of an
aristocratic family of Germany--was expensively educated, and at
college at Leipsic was ruined by drinking, etc.; was expelled for
gambling and dishonesty. My parents were greatly grieved at my conduct,
and I did not dare return home, but sailed for America.
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