A Racing Man's Religion

A gentleman, while traveling, made it a practice a take every opportunity to further the Master’s cause. Ere he started he furnished himself with a pocketful of tracts; and as the train glided out of the station he began to hand them around. One of the passengers refused; and taking a racecard out of his pocket, he held it up, saying, “You see this? That’s my religion.” “Is it, my friend?” “Yes,” he replied. “I suppose you have a good many of those cards?” “Oh, yes, I have them pinned up all over my mantelpiece.” “Well, then, go and collect as many more as you can; pin them all around your room; and when the doctor tells you that you have only ten minutes to live, take them all down, count them over, and see what your religion is worth.” When the gentleman opened the door to alight, the man said, “I say, you can give me one of those papers if you will.” The tract was immediately given; but the result is known to Him who will not let His Word return void, but will make it accomplish His purposes.