I went to St.
Louis and remained there for want of money to get away. I finally
obtained a situation as bookkeeper in a dry goods house; heard from home
and the death of my parents. This made me more sinful than ever before.
I heard one of your sermons, which made a deep impression on me. I was
taken sick, and the words of your text came to me and troubled me. I
have tried to find peace of God, but have not succeeded. My friends, by
reasoning with me that there was no God, endeavored to comfort me. The
thought of my sinfulness and approaching the grave, my blasphemy, my bad
example, caused me to mourn and weep. I think God is too just to forgive
me my sins. My life is drawing to a close. I have not yet received God's
favor. Will you not remember me in your prayers, and beseech God to save
my soul from eternal destruction? Excuse me for writing this, but it
will be the last I shall write this side of the grave.
Infidel Books.
If you stop to ask yourself why you don't believe in Christ, is there
really any reason? People read infidel books and wonder, why they are
unbelievers, I ask why they read such books. They think they must read
both sides. I say that book is a lie, how can it be one side when it is
a lie? It is not one side at all.
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