He knew me, but I didn't know
him. He said to a friend of his that afternoon that he had never been so
insulted in his life, and told him to say to me that I was damning the
cause I pretended to represent. Well, the friend came and delivered his
message. "May be I am doing more hurt than good," I said; "may be I'm
mistaken, and God hasn't shown me the right way." That was the time I
was sleeping and living in the Young Men's Christian Association rooms,
where I was then President, Secretary, janitor, and everything else.
Well one night, after midnight I heard a knock at the door. And there on
the step leading into the street stood this stranger I had made so mad
at the lamp-post, and said he wanted to talk to me about his soul's
salvation. He said: "Do you remember the man you met about three months
ago at the lamp-post, and how he cursed you? I have had no peace since
that night; I couldn't sleep. Oh, tell me what to do to be saved." And
we just fell down on our knees, and prayed, and that day he went to the
noon prayer meeting and openly confessed the Saviour, and soon after
went to the war a Christian man. I do not know but he died on some
Southern battle-field or in a hospital, but I expect to see him in the
kingdom of God.
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