THE following incident is inserted in connection with the letter on “Hindrances to Prayer” in last month’s issue.
One evening, about seven years ago, I met two young Christian soldiers in Dublin. Entering into conversation with them, I invited them to my house, to look into God’s word. Knowing something of barrack-room life, and the trials and difficulties to which Christian soldiers are subjected, I was desirous of knowing how they fared at the hands of their comrades. So on the way thither I inquired whether they ever found boots or other missiles whizzing past their ears when kneeling at their cot side. Strange to say, my young brothers in Christ were silent. We went on to the house, however, and had our reading.
Some three months subsequent to this, my young friends were again at my house, and young H —reminded me of my question, and added, “If you could have seen my face on that night — I believe it went as red as my coat. Neither of us had been in the habit of kneeling down, but thought it sufficient to get into bed, and then commit ourselves to God; but your question went home, and from that night we determined to live for Christ. We got on our knees that night, and the following morning, instead of lying in bed, we turned out at reveille, went down on our knees again, and the Lord gave us strength to do so, though we were somewhat persecuted.”
A young drummer of the regiment was led to Christ, it is believed, through their testimony, and is still a good soldier of Jesus Christ.
G. T.