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Amos Is Dead-Dead

Returning to a village in the West Indies, we asked a Christian woman, “What happened to Amos?”

She sadly replied, “Amos is dead-dead!” We knew what she meant by that, and paused a little as we thought of poor Amos.

Amos had lived in a tiny hut immediately across from a little Christian meeting room in that village, where the gospel of the grace of God was regularly proclaimed and where Sunday school and other meetings were held every week for years. Amos could not walk, and had to pull himself around by his arms and hands. Sometimes he earned a little money by pulling weeds from around the little building, which was actually only six or seven feet from the door of his hut. During the meetings he often sat in his open doorway and listened, but would never come in to hear.

Sometimes Amos would make noises mocking the gospel, or make remarks that were not very nice.

Many people were friendly with him and tried to talk to him about the Lord Jesus Christ, but he was often rude and would not listen. Many, many gospel tracts and Sunday school papers too had been given to Amos.

Our friend continued to tell us about Amos. His health grew worse and he had to be taken to the Poor House to be cared for. He had no family, or friends either, but several Christians went to visit him. They told him again the wonderful news that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, loved him and would save him. They told him that Christ died for sinners, and all that was needed was for him to take his place as a sinner and to receive Jesus as Saviour, and then be assured of heaven. Amos still responded rudely.

Amos was not a young man when he died, and he had heard the gospel for many, many years, so when we asked our friend what happened to Amos, her response that, “Amos is dead-dead,” told us that he had died in his sins, and would suffer an eternity in hell, the lake of fire, which is the SECOND DEATH (Revelation 20:14-15; Revelation 21:8).

All who knew Amos, and even the nurses who attended to his needs at the end, claim that Amos is “dead-dead”! Of course, only God knows whether poor Amos finally turned to the Lord Jesus Christ, but as far as our friend knew he never did and died in his sins. How awful! He died in the Poor House, and was buried in an unmarked grave, without family to mourn his passing into eternity.

But it did not have to be that way, and it does not have to be that way for you nor for any other sinner in the whole world. God is love, and God provided a Saviour! “Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners!” (1 Timothy 1:15). And He came to save Amos too!

“The Father sent the Son to be the Saviour of the world” (1 John 4:14). Have you ignored this wonderful salvation too? Do not be as foolish as Amos was. One of God’s prophets of old was named “Amos” too, and he warned all: “Prepare to meet thy God” (Amos 4:12).

Jose, the Burglar

Jose, once a burglar but now a Christian, tells the story of his conversion.

One evening I broke into a house and, hiding myself under a bed, waited for the family to go to sleep. When they were ready to go to bed, to my horror, they all gathered in the room where I was hidden and sat down! The father came over to the bed itself, and for one awful moment I thought he had seen me. But he picked up a book and sat down to read to his wife and children.
I didn’t stop to steal anything else, but went out into the night with the…

They were wonderful words he read―I had never heard the like of them before. When he had finished he put the book back on the table and then the family knelt in prayer. I hoped they wouldn’t see me under the bed! As I heard them pray, it seemed like they were talking to a friend in the room. I had never heard anyone talk to God like that before.

At last the family went to bed. When I thought everyone was asleep, I crept from my hiding place, stole over to the table and picked up the book. I didn’t stop to steal anything else, but went out into the night with the book in my hand. It was a Bible.

As I read the Bible at home, I became more and more disturbed, yet I felt that in it lay the secret of true happiness. The day finally came when I confessed my sins to God and asked Him to receive me through the Lord Jesus Christ.

My life was completely changed. I wanted to live honestly. I knew that I should return the Bible to its owner, so I did so. The father of the family seemed even more pleased to hear about the story of my salvation than to receive his Bible back!

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Adapted from Living Waters.

Deep Pain

Healed

There never was such misery as mine,” said poor, sick Barbara as she tossed restlessly on the hospital bed. “I don’t think there ever was such pain!”

“Once,” was faintly whispered from the next bed.

Barbara paused for a minute, then in a still more impatient voice resumed her complaint: “Nobody knows what I feel. Nobody ever suffered more pain!”

“One,” was again whispered from the same direction.

“You mean yourself, poor thing, but―”

“Oh, not myself―not me!” exclaimed Lucie. She spoke so earnestly that her restless companion lay still for several seconds and stared at her.

“Oh, not myself―not me!” she repeated softly. There was a short pause and then the following words, spoken in the same low key, broke the midnight silence: “And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon His head, and a reed in His right hand: and they bowed the knee before Him, and mocked Him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews! And they spit upon Him, and took the reed, and smote Him on the head…. And when they were come unto a place called Golgotha… they gave Him vinegar to drink mingled with gall…. And they crucified Him…. And they that passed by reviled Him, wagging their heads…. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying… My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?” (Matthew 27:29-46).

The voice ceased, and for several minutes not a word was spoken. The night nurse came in and refilled the pitchers of water by both beds.

“Thank you, nurse,” said Lucie. “They gave Him gall for His meat, and in His thirst they gave Him vinegar to drink!”

“She is talking about Jesus Christ,” said Barbara, already beginning to toss restlessly from side to side again. “But,” she added, “talking about His sufferings can’t help ours―at least not mine.”

“But it lightens hers,” said the nurse. “I wonder how?”

“Hush!”

The gentle voice again took up the strain: “Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows…. He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed” (Isaiah 53:4-5).

“Healed! That’s a blessed word; I wish I was healed!”

Barbara was healed―healed in both body and soul. What the doctors and nurses with the Lord’s help accomplished for the healing of her body in the hospital, her quiet night talks with Lucie did for her soul. Before she was dismissed, well and strong again, Barbara was able to say with truth, “He was bruised for my iniquities: the chastisement of my peace was upon Him; and with His stripes I am healed”!

Adapted from He Giveth Life.

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A Murderer’s Hope

“Nothing but the Blood of Jesus”
Years ago a great conference of religions was held in Chicago. Practically every religion in the world was represented, and the delegates heard many great speeches and discussions.

A hush fell upon the great gathering…

During one of the sessions, Dr. Joseph Cook of Boston arose and said: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I beg to introduce to you a woman with a great sorrow. Blood stains are on her hands, and nothing she has tried will remove them.

The blood is that of murder and nothing will take away the stain. She is desperate in her distress. Is there anything in your religions that will remove her sin and give her peace?”

A hush fell upon the great gathering as the speaker turned from one to another for an answer.

No one replied. Dr. Cook then cried out: “I will ask another!” Then he raised his eyes heavenward and called out: “O God, canst Thou tell this woman how to get rid of this awful sin?” He waited, as if listening for a reply. Suddenly he cried: “Listen! God speaks: ‘The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin’ ” (1 John 1:7).

Not one in that great assembly made a single move. The representatives of eastern religions and western cults sat speechless. In the face of the guilty sinner’s need they were without remedy or hope. The gospel of Jesus Christ alone could meet the need.

That precious blood avails for you today.

What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
What can make me pure within?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Adapted from He Giveth Life.

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Not Ready To Go

The Lost Sheep Found
On the battlefield lay the wounded soldier. Around him were dead comrades who had fallen in the struggle, and he, weak with the loss of blood, feared his end was near.

“I am dying―dying, and I am not ready,” he cried.

He realized he was not fit to meet God. What could he do? To whom could he turn?

Then before his mind came the days of his childhood and the gospel preachings he used to go to with his mother. He remembered the Bible story about the good shepherd seeking the one lost sheep among the wild and barren mountains.

And then the scene changed and he was in his childhood home, reciting the poem he learned as a little boy:

“Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me!
Bless Thy little lamb tonight;
In the darkness be Thou near me,
Keep me safe till morning light.”

Lying on that lonely field, he began to repeat the words again. He also thought of the past years of forgetfulness of God, and how sinful his life had been.

The cry burst from his lips: “I am not His little lamb! I am a great big black sheep―a vile black sheep!”

He was both repentant and helpless. Who could help him in his great need?

Turning to the Saviour he prayed, “Oh, Shepherd, come―find, save this great big black sheep!”

God who always hears such cries gave him peace. Soon he sank into unconsciousness. Found alive, he was taken to a hospital, and in a few weeks sent home to his mother. How they rejoiced together as he told her how he, the lost sheep had been found by the Saviour, the Saviour she had loved so long.

“All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all” (Isaiah 53:6).

Adapted from He Giveth Life.

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A Ruler of the Jews

The Gospel Message
Christ’s words to a ruler of the Jews come ringing down through the ages: “Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God” (John 3:3).

When Nicodemus in deep perplexity asked thoughtfully, “How can these things be?” Christ gave him the gospel message of good news in twenty-five words: “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16).

I ask: Have you entered into this? Do you know Christ as your personal Savior? If not, will you accept Him now? God’s Word says in John 5:24: “Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that heareth My word, and believeth on Him that sent Me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life.”

Adapted from He Giveth Life.

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He Heard the Click of a Trigger

Pathan or Christian?
In India there lived a Kazi (a judge of a civil court) who was also a Pathan and a Muslim. Soon after trusting in Jesus Christ as his Savior, he went back to his frontier home in Afghanistan where he was entertained by his brother.

He heard the click of a trigger and turned just in time to let a bullet…

After a dinner in the brother’s house, the Kazi became ill. He suffered more and more until he realized that he had been poisoned. Seeking to escape certain death at his brother’s hands, he fled the house and ran down the road until he fell unconscious by the roadside. There he was found by friends and rescued.

Later a bullet whizzed by his head and he narrowly escaped death a second time. Still another time he heard the click of a trigger and turned just in time to let a bullet pass harmlessly by.

Yet when his brother fell into financial difficulty, the Kazi tried to help him. He succeeded in getting someone to go and help his brother. The ungrateful brother wrote: “You are not a true Pathan, for no Pathan would ever forgive what I have done to you. I disown you!”

The Kazi wrote back, “Whether or not I am a true Pathan, you must judge. But what I am, this book has made me,” and he sent his brother a copy of the Bible.

Hard and unforgiving though the Pathan was, yet he could not resist the patient love of his Christian brother. Soon he was reading the Bible and learning of God our Saviour “who will have all men to be saved, and to come to the knowledge of the truth.” All men―everywhere. Pathan or Indian, Hindu or Muslim, all are invited to come in faith to the Lord Jesus Christ, the One who promises that “him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out” (John 6:37).

Adapted from He Giveth Life.

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