MURIEL sighed heavily as she rocked to and fro in the big wicker rocking-chair, while her aunt, seated by the window was busily knitting.
“What is the trouble, Muriel?” her aunt questioned.
“O, Auntie! if I could only win some soul for Christ, how happy I should be!” Her aunt kept on knitting, but seemed deep in thought, the click of needles being the only thing that broke the silence in the room.
Presently, laying aside her knitting, she drew her chair close to where her niece was seated.
“Muriel, I will give you a suggestion which you can try if you want to.”
Get some stiff white paper, cut it in oblong pieces, and print on it, in either blue or red ink, one or two Bible verses, which would be appropriate for people that do not know Christ. Underneath each verse tell where it may be found in the Bible. Make about two dozen of these cards, then whenever you go on a street car, you can leave one on the seat as you go out. The next person that comes to take your seat will be attracted by this card, and will naturally read it.
“Why, Aunt Alice, that’s a fine idea,” Muriel exclaimed, “how splendid of you to think of it. I will go this very minute and begin to write the verses.”
Hurrying out of the room and up the stairs, she was soon busily engaged with her work.
About an hour later she returned with a bunch of cards in her hand.
“I have finished one dozen, Auntie, and I think I will use these before I make any more. See, if they are all right,” she said, as her aunt took them.
“Yes, they are very well done,” Aunt Alice praised, “I could do no better myself, and, Muriel, always pray as you use one that the person attracted by it will be benefitted.
As Muriel attended High School quite a distance from her home, she rode both ways on a street car, and this gave her opportunities to use her cards. Her first dozen disappeared quickly, and she was obliged to make more.
On Friday evening the regular prayer meeting service was held at the meeting house, and Muriel had made it a rule to always attend if possible, and this evening was no exception.
The meeting proceeded; and a middle-aged man, whom Muriel had never seen, asked if he might speak, and this is what he said:
“The other morning, as I entered the street car on my way to work. I saw a piece of paper lying on the seat.” He paused, then went on, — “I picked it up and this is what I read:
I read it over and over, then I began to realize what it meant. Right then and there I accepted Christ as my Saviour, and whoever put that card there does not know how much good has been done, and how happy I am tonight.”
He sat down, and the meeting went on. Muriel was rejoiced. Then walking home in the silent night she said, “It has worked; it has worked. ‘I thank Thee, Father, for answered prayer, and that I have been able, with Thy help, to bring a lost soul to Christ. Amen.’”
ML 06/22/1924