A minister who had been holding some special evangelistic meetings noticed a well-known man at several of them. At last he rose and said: “I will accept Christ.” The next day, as the minister was in the church, this same gentleman came in before the opening of the service, carrying a little lame boy in his arms. Placing him on the platform, he turned to the minister, and placing his hand to his mouth so that the child could not hear him, he said, “I want to introduce you to my little Joe. He led me to Christ.” He then told him that when the mission started, Joe, who was lame and suffering from a complaint which he knew would end in his speedy death, asked him to go to the mission, and said he, “All the time you are gone I will pray.” The father, who loved the little invalid, went to please him. Upon his return each night the child asked him if he had found Christ, and the reply was in the negative. But upon his return the previous night, after the father had made his confession, the child, as soon as he entered, sprang into his arms and said, “You have come to Christ now; I know you have. I can see it in your face.”
And oh! the joy of belonging to Christ and of serving Christ; to be able always to say as we work, as negress did,
“I IS CHRIST’S, AND CHRIST IS GOD’S”
An atheist going along a country road overtook a woman poorly clad, who seemed strangely excited. He thought she was insane. A glance, however, satisfied him. She was a young woman, but her face was glowing with a calm and radiant joy. “What were you talking about, auntie, as you walked along?” he asked. “Laws, Massa, I nebber knowed I was talking; ‘pears like I didn’t notice myself. I was thinking as I look on de wort’ an’ de sky, an’ took ‘em all in dat dey is all mine—all mine, cause I is Christ’s, and Christ is God’s!” The man went away, but the leaven worked, causing him so much thought that he never rested until he also could say, “They are all mine, for I am Christ’s!”
Good-bye, dear friends, for September. We ask your prayers for all our work, and beg of you to help us glean in every field for God. “Workers together.”
Yours for Christ’s sake,
Heyman Wreford.