The man was trembling from head to
foot, and I thought surely he was going to accept Him. I spoke to him in
his hesitating condition, and found out what was standing between him
and Christ. He was afraid of his companions. Nearly every day and night
news came to me that some of these employers and clerks make light of
these meetings, and make fun of all who attend them, and so many give
the same reason that this man did. I said to him: "If heaven is what we
are led to believe it is, I would be willing to accept it and bear their
fun." I talked with him, but he wouldn't accept it. He went off, but for
weeks he came every night, and went away as he came, without accepting
it. One day I received a message to come and see him. He was sick, and I
went to his chamber. He wanted to know if there was hope for him in the
eleventh hour? I spoke to him, and gave him every hope I could. Day
after day I visited him, and, contrary to all expectation, I saw him
gradually recovering. When he got pretty well he was sitting on the
front porch, and I sat down by him and said: "You will be going now to
confess Christ; you'll be going to take your stand for him now?" "Well,"
said he, "Mr. Moody, I promised God on my sick bed that I would; but I
will wait a little.
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