I remember a mother who heard that her boy was impressed at one of our meetings. She said her son was a good enough boy, and he didn't need to be converted. I pleaded with that mother, but all my pleading was of no account. I tried my influence with the boy; but when I was pulling one way she was pulling the other, and of course her influence prevailed. Naturally it would. Well, to make a long story short, some time after, I happened to be in the County Jail and I saw him there. "How did you get here?" I asked; "Does your mother know where you are?"
"No, don't tell her; I came in under an assumed name, and I am going to jail for four years. Do not let my mother know of this," he pleaded; "she thinks I am in the army."
How awful for that poor mother who was mourning over her boy, thinking he had died on the battlefield or in a Southern hospital.
What a blessing he might have been to that mother, if she had only helped us to bring him to Christ.