Into a distant region of India, where little preaching of the gospel had ever been heard, several evangelists came to sow the good seed. Their surprise was great when a young Hindu came to them and asked for a certain tract, calling it by name.
"How had he heard of it?" they asked.
He answered, "Two years ago my father went to market, three days journey from our village. There he met an old acquaintance of his who said to him: 'I have here three little books which teach a new religion.' He showed them to my father and gave him one of them.
"Upon coming home, my father sat down to read the booklet. It interested him immensely, so very much, in fact, that he became engrossed with it. After a few days he lost his appetite; whenever he read the little book, we saw tears on his cheeks. He seemed completely changed, and his face was always sad. We thought the book must be bewitched and planned to burn it and give him the ashes, mixed with water, to drink. This should drive away the evil spirits. But he guarded it as a great treasure, and we were not able to secure it.
"As my father read on and on, another great change took place with him. The tears ceased, his face looked happy and he ate again as usual; but into a temple he would not go any more.
"A few months after this my father died. As he was nearing the end we cried to him: 'Father, you are dying, you are dying! Call upon Krishna! Call upon Krishna! You are dying!'
"To our distress, his answer was: 'I have a better Name-the name of Jesus Christ. I call on Christ, not Krishna. He is the Savior of the world; on Him I have called, and to Him I go. Seek him for yourselves, my sons, for the eternal salvation of your souls. His promise is: "Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out" ' (John 6:37)."