I have reported sermons many a time, simply to
ridicule them, but never had the least idea what true religion meant
till I heard Mr. Moody's address on 'Love and Sympathy,' ten days ago,
and I would not have believed there could be so much sweetness in a
lifetime as has been condensed into those ten days. My children knew the
change; my wife knew it; I have set up the family altar, and the
appetite for liquor has been utterly taken away, that I only loathe what
I used to love." "Let him that standeth take heed lest he fall,"
suggested my friend. "No, not while I stand so close to the cross as I
do to-day;" and he opened a small hymn-book, on the fly-leaf of which
was written: "I have set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall
not be ashamed."
The Skeptical Lady.
When Mr. Sankey and I were in the north of England, I was preaching one
evening, and before me sat a lady who was a skeptic. When I had
finished, I asked all who were anxious, to remain. Nearly all remained,
herself among the number. I asked her if she was a Christian, and she
said she was not, nor did she care to be. I prayed for her there. On
inquiry, I learned that she was a lady of good social position, but very
worldly. She continued to attend the meetings, and in a week after I saw
her in tears.
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