Christ, The Cure

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C. I. Scofield, the Editor of the Scofield Bible, and a man of superior ability as a lawyer in his own community, became "a little child" in simplicity of faith in God, and the acceptance of "His Son" Jesus Christ, as his Savior and his Lord.
He had described himself, before his conversion, as "a drunkard," "a wretch," "a ruined and hopeless man, who, despite all his struggles, was fast bound in chains of his own forging." This is the man who accepted Christ, and whom Christ cured and set free. This is the man who became one of God's servants for the propagation of His living and life-giving Word. The story is invaluable as a witness to the power of Christ to "cure.”
In his St. Louis law office, one day, M'Pheeters (a Christian friend of his own age) came to see him. After talking for a while, M'Pheeters got up to go. With his hand upon the door-knob, he turned and faced Scofield, saying, "For a long time I have been wanting to ask you a question that I have been afraid to ask, but that I am going to ask now.”
“I never thought you as afraid," said Scofield, in hearty friendship. "What is your question?”
"I want to ask you why you are not a Christian?" came the unexpected reply.
The lawyer replied thoughtfully, "Does not the Bible say something about drunkards having no place in heaven? I am a hard drinker, M'Pheeters.”
"You haven't answered my question, Scofield," the other man replied, "why are you not a Christian?”
"I have always been a nominal Episcopalian, you know," said Scofield, "but I do not recall ever having been shown just how to be a Christian. I do not know how.”
Now, M'Pheeters had his answer. He drew up a chair, took a Testament out of his pocket, and read passage after passage from the precious Good News, plainly telling his friend how to be saved.
"Will you accept the Lord Jesus Christ as your Savior?" he asked.
"I'm going to think about it," said Scofied.
"No, you're not," answered M'Pheeters, "you've been thinking about it all your life. Will you settle it now? Will you believe in Christ now, and be saved?”
The logical-minded, clear-thinking lawyer liked clear-cut statements and unequivocal questions and answers. After a moment's thought he looked his friend full in the face, and said quietly, "I will.”
The two men dropped down on their knees together. Scofield told the Lord Jesus Christ that he believed on Him as his personal Savior, and, before he arose from his knees, he was saved, there was a new creation, old things had passed away, behold, all things had become new. Thomas S. M'Pheeters had been used of God to lead C. I. Scofield to Christ.
To emphasize the power of Christ to cure, and to set the captive of sin free from the fetters that enthrall, we transcribe the following extract from a letter written by C. I. Scofield: "Great opportunities had indeed been given me, and for years I made them my own. But, slowly, insidiously, the all but universal habit of drink, in the society and among the men of my time, overmastered me.”
He was not a victor in the battle of life—though victories had come to him—but a ruined and hopeless man who, despite all his struggles, was fast bound in chains of his own forging. He had no thought of Christ, other than a vague respect; the survival of a family influence.
There was no hope that in a church, sometime, he might hear and believe the Gospel, for he never went to church.
And then the Lord Jesus Christ took up the case. Men were beginning to turn away from him, but the Lord of Glory sought him. Through Thomas M'Pheeters, a joyous, hopeful soul, Jesus Christ offered Himself to that wreck.
"When I asked, like the Philippian jailer of old, `What must I do to be saved?' he just read them again, and we knelt, and I received Jesus Christ as my Savior.”
Instantly the chains were broken, never to be forged again—the passion for drink was taken away. Divine power did it, wholly of grace. To Christ be all the glory.
"Yours in His love,
"C. I. S.”
Blessed fact, the story of C. I. Scofield is just such as may be repeated, in the experience of any soul, so bound "in the chains of their own forging," as C. I. Scofield was. Here is hope for every soul fettered by the force of evil habit.