On the Train
James E. Bennet
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On the Train
I had been at Bridgeport, Conn; speaking to a group of young people. Coming back to the city I sat with a young man. The train was crowded, I started to read a book about the typography of the Hebrews, by Dr. Anderson. The young man was reading a magazine. I thought to myself—here I have traveled to Bridgeport to speak to a group of young people; why shouldn't I speak to the young man beside me. I closed my book. In a minute he rolled up his magazine. I sighed. He turned and looked my way. "Whew," I said, "it's hot in here." He admitted it. We there-upon came into conversation through the topic of the weather. It is a free topic.
He told me he had been to Connecticut and was on his way home to Bay Ridge. "I used to live in Bay Ridge," I said, "many years ago. I attended the South Reformed Church. Where do you go to Church?”
“Me? Church?" he replied.
“Yes,—you—church." (giving him the benefit of the doubt that everybody goes to a church somewhere).
“I am Yiddish", he informed me. (I had thought so, but it was none of my business).
So I said, "What difference does that make?"
"Why—we Yiddish don't go to church."
"You don't? Why not?" I asked. "Say, why should we?”
“You go to church to hear how to be saved," I told him.
“Saved?" he questioned in amazement.
“Yes," and I asked him if he was saved. He responded in a dumb-founded way: "I've never been kidnapped, I have always lived home, been perfectly safe.”
“Yes—but what I mean is," I explained, "is your soul saved?”
“Soul!" he laughed "there is no such thing. That is all an old idea that has been exploded. It's a myth, a superstition nobody believes in these days. It has gone clear out of date. One of the old phases of religion. And science has settled that. There are no souls. Don't tell me you believe in souls.”
Having told me that no one up-to-date did, he asked me if I believed in souls. But I overlooked that and said. "Yes, I believe in souls; I have one, so I have to." He seemed intensely interested in looking at me. I believe he would have paid admission to see me. I looked intelligent and yet persisted I had a soul.
“Show it to me," he demanded.
“I can't show it to you," I answered.
“You tell me you have a soul and when I ask you to show it to me you say you can't. That is the way conversations like this always end. If you said, 'I have a dollar,' and I asked you to show it to me and you did, well, then I would believe you had a dollar. I never believe anything I do not see. When it comes to a soul, you can't show me. I'm up-to-date; I'm hardboiled; I'm practical; I'm a rationalist and materialist. If I see it, all right.”
“Well," I said, "let's talk about something else. You probably went to High School. I have an idea that you were near the top of your class.”
He brightened perceptibly. "I was! How did you know?”
“That isn't hard," I returned. "I have been talking with you. You seem to have a very keen intellect.”
“Yeah," he returned—modestly—"several teachers mentioned it and said that I should develop it-I have developed it. I'm learning to express myself.”
“That's certainly fine," I agreed. "For a good intellect is a wonderful thing, and you have one.”
“Yes!" he exclaimed proudly, "I certainly have one.”
“Show it to me." I innocently asked him. "Why, you can't see my intellect. Nobody sees things like that.”
“But you said you had one, and so I thought you must have seen it.”
“Why, no, you don't see your intellect," he impatiently replied.
“Well, now, that's just too bad. I guess maybe you haven't one after all.”
“Why, you yourself just said I did and the teachers said I had a good intellect.”
“I guess I must retract," said I, "and say I thought you had one, for now I see you haven't. You told me a little while ago that if you could not see a thing you did not believe it and that it did not exist, and now you say you haven't seen your intellect,—so I must come to the same conclusion as you do—if it cannot be seen, it does not exist. I'm getting hardboiled too.”
“Oh," said he, "that's where you hooked me.”
“Why, no," I said, "you hooked yourself. You made two statements and I put them together. Now—I'll ask you again—have you an intellect?”
“Yes," he agreed. "I have an intellect and I cannot see it. I overlooked that fact—I admit it.”
“All right. That's fine. I admit it too,—you have an intellect." I thought a moment and then asked him: "Have you any ambition?”
“You said it" replied the boy. "I'm working down on Wall Street. I'm going to be head of the firm. I have a good chance.”
“As you say—you certainly have an ambition. Did you ever see it?”
“No—you aren't going to catch me again —that's another thing you cannot see.”
“That's very interesting," and I again plied him with a question. "Have you a memory?”
“My memory is fine. I can remember 'way back when I was a kid.”
“Memory is a very precious thing," I told him. "Where do you keep yours? In a safe deposit vault?”
“No," he laughed, "I keep it with me.”
“Then you have it with you now. I'd like to see it. Show it to me, for I have never seen a memory. You are holding back on me. In the beginning of our conversation you said, 'here I sit, what you see of me is, and if you do not see it, then it does not exist,' but now here you sit with an intellect and memory and ambition and I cannot see them.”
“Gracious!" he laughed. "I did not think about them.”
“Have you a will?”
“A will. Oh, sure, I have a very strong will. I usually get my own way. But, listen, I cannot see it and I'll admit that right now.”
“All right, you acknowledge you can't produce it. Let me ask you another question. Have you a personality?”
“I certainly have. Wherever I go I make an impression. I have a strong personality. People always remember me.”
“Can you show me your personality?" "No, you can't see my personality either.”
“Well, let's see—have you any emotions, affections, loves or hates, likes or dislikes?" "I have," he admitted, "and how!”
“Can you see them?”
“Say—what is this, anyway? Where do you get these questions!”
“These are kindergarten questions!" I told him.
“I graduated from a High School but I never heard these questions before. This is all new to me," he confessed.
“Let's suppose," said I, "that lightning came through this window and struck you, and they laid your body right down in the aisle.”
“Gracious!" he shivered—"I'd be dead." "Yes, but what is death?”
“Why, dead; when you're dead, you're dead," he tried to explain.
“Yes," I agreed, "if you're dead, you're dead, but that doesn't explain much. I am asking you. I graduated over forty years ago. I'm not up-to-date, like you. I am hoping that you can explain some things to me. Now," I called his attention again—"here's your body lying dead in the aisle. Has it any of these unseen things? Has it any ambition?”
“No," he said; "never saw an ambitious corpse.”
“Well—let's see what happened to your memory when the lightning struck your body.”
“It went out," he replied.
“Where did it go? It must have some place to go because it was such a fine memory. Did the ambition say, 'this is no place for me, I'll be going,'—and the intellect say, 'I'm quitting'?" I admitted I was pretty dumb on this subject and would like to be as enlightened as he, and asked him how they "went out." Did they go out as a unit or singly?
“I think they go out as a unit," he thoughtfully replied.
“Did they have a head for the unit? Who led them?”
“This is clear beyond me. What's this we're talking about? Is it religion? I never made any study about religion. I never bothered with it. I'm not religious.”
“What you and I are talking about now is religion. I am wondering if these attributes as a unit have a name or not. We have 208 bones in our body, at least that was what I was taught when I went to school. However, when I want to refer to the 208 bones, flesh and organs, I do not call them by their individual names. I refer to them as my body. I have fingers, nose, eyes, ears, and several hundred parts and each part has a name, and all these parts put together have a name called 'body', and all act in unison. Take your will, ambition, personality, memory, etc. If they all act in unison, perhaps they have one common name.”
“What are you driving at? Are you trying to prove to me that I have a soul?" asked the young man, as if it just dawned upon him.
“No, I'm not trying to prove anything. You just said there is no such thing as a soul according to modern education, so I am asking you to find out how these things stand. You are fresh out of school. I thought I could ask you these questions and get up-to-date with you. Tell me—what do you think would be the proper name for these attributes?”
“If soul is the name—I'm willing. Do you mean to tell me that a soul is all these things put together? What do you know about that? I am over twenty years of age, a graduate from High School, been working a few years and I have said over and over again I had no soul, and here I've had one-all the while and did not know it.”
“Now, you tell me what you think about the soul. Which is relatively the more important, the soul or body?" I asked him.
“That's a question I can answer. Sure—I'm thinking of myself dead—lying down there in the aisle-empty. I am nothing but garbage-going to bury me to get rid of my body—but my soul, which moved out, is alive somewhere.”
“Where do you suppose your soul is?" I asked the young man.
“Why ask me that? That is all new to me. Here I sat comfortably thinking I was the whole thing and I find I am two parts.”
“Oh, by the way," I interrupted, "there are a few other things I want to know. What is the difference between you and a dog?”
“What's the catch to this one?" he persisted. "Everybody knows that I am no dog. A dog goes around on all four feet.”
“But maybe you could practice a little and use your hands and your feet.”
“A dog barks," he pointed out.
“Yes," I admitted, "but you can bark like several dogs. But this is serious. You should know the difference between yourself and a dog. Suppose you go home late some night, you might go to sleep in the kennel.”
“Oh, no, I wouldn't; I know I belong in the house and not the kennel. I'm not a dog, but I don't know why. Perhaps it's this—I have a soul and a dog has none.”
I said: "Has a dog a memory? a personality? a dogology? or individuality? Does a dog know which dog he is?"
“Sure," he answered. "My dog remembers me and he knows who he is.”
“Do they have wills?" I asked.
“Some are more stubborn than others," he put in.
“Do dogs have loves, hates, likes, dislikes, etc?”
“I have been bitten. Say, are you trying to show me a dog has a soul, living in a body? I give up. I have a body—so has a dog. I have a soul—so has a dog. Say—what is the difference between me and a dog?”
“Did you ever see a dog in trouble?" I asked.
“Lots of times," he remarked.
“Did you ever see that dog get down on his knees and pray?”
“Of course not! No animal does that. They do not know anything about God.”
“No, you are right," I agreed. "They are not God-conscious. Let me ask you another question: did you ever see a human being in trouble?”
“Yes, I have seen my mother pray. Yes, I can see that there is a difference. Say, where do you get this from, anyway? They don't teach this in High School. The teachers who taught me don't know this. They never heard of it, likely.”
“Perhaps they did know it, but you never heard it. If you will turn to the Jewish Holy Scriptures, the second chapter of Genesis, verse 7, you will find that the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul. A dog has a soul, but I have a living soul. I have a consciousness of God and a dog has not. You have a consciousness of God. God is life and God has given you life so that His Spirit testifies to your spirit. You have a spirit as well as a soul and body.”
“Is that the difference between me and an animal?" he asked.
“I thought I was an animal.”
“You are not an animal in that sense.”
“There are three kingdoms," he reminded me, "mineral, vegetable, and animal. I'm not a mineral, and I'm not a vegetable, so I must be an animal, because there are only three kingdoms.”
“There is another kingdom, however, a fourth," I added.
“What's that?" he asked.
“Its Man—human beings. Do you think your soul developed from an amoeba, or from the slime of the River Nile?”
“I don't see how any soul could evolve from the slime of the River Nile.”
“How about your soul?" I asked.
“That must have come from somewhere," he answered.
“How about your spirit?”
“That must have come from God. If God is a Spirit, then it couldn't come from anycne else. Do you believe in evolution?" he asked. "No," I replied.
“Neither do I," he confessed.
“I thought you were taught it," I said in amazement. "When did you change?" "Just now. There's no sense to it." "Did you ever hear anything at all about God?" I asked him.
“Yes, I have a consciousness that there is some great power beyond me. There must be Someone to create and maintain this whole universe.”
“We call HIM—God.”
“If there is a God, it must be so. He must dominate the earth.”
“Here is a tree," I pointed from the window. "It is alive. Does it have any consciousness at all?”
“It has life without consciousness," he replied.
“Animals have life and self-consciousness, but no God-consciousness. If you have a' consciousness of God, what must you be?" He did not answer so I continued: "If I recognize that there is a God I must be a spirit or I would not recognize Him. Then I am three things—I am a spirit, and I can recognize God: I am a soul, and therefore, self-conscious, and I am body and world-conscious.”
“Good gracious!" he remonstrated, "I sat down here thinking I was just myself and here I find myself triplets. I certainly never had a conversation like this in all my life. And, do you know, I believe it. You are telling the truth.”
“Yes, it's the truth, and I am not charging any fee. I have not really told you anything—I've only asked you questions. It was in you, but it wasn't exactly on top—it needed to be stirred up a little. But let's get back to you—lying on the floor again. When you moved out of your body, where did you go?”
“Where is there to go?" he countered.
I thoughtfully asked him, "When you got on the train did you have a ticket?”
“Sure, and the ticket read, 'New York.' That's where I am going.”
“You did know where you were going, then, when you got on the train?”
“Certainly.”
“Well, here you are on the train, bound for New York, according to your ticket, and if lightning struck you, just where would your soul go?" I asked him.
“Are you trying to tell me I am going to Hell?”
“Me, tell you? Mercy, No. I'm asking you questions. There is a Heaven and there is a Hell. Where are you going? God is in Heaven. Are you going there?”
“I don't know God or the way, how could I go there?”
“I see," said I. "Well, as you don't know where you are going, tell me where you came from. If your body is made of the dust of the ground, from where did your soul and spirit come—evolve out of the slime of the River Nile?”
“The soul and spirit could not. I didn't even know I had soul and spirit ten minutes ago.”
“If your soul and spirit came from God, how are they going to get back to God?" I finally asked him.
“I don't know.”
“Have you any conscious feeling that your soul and spirit now belong to God?”
“I never paid any attention to God," the young man owned.
“What have you done all these twenty years?”
“Personally, I thought very little about God. The rabbis, priests, and ministers believed, let them fight about it—they could handle it, if there is or isn't a God—all right. I eat, sleep, drink, I live decently. I've always imagined when I grew up I would have a family, a big house some day, have lots of money. I never thought of God, nor that He had anything to do with me. I made up my mind I would have nothing to do with Him. But. I was wrong.”
“I am glad that you see that point," I told him. "You cannot get along without having relationship with God, either you are with Him or against Him. Do you feel saved?”
“No," he answered solemnly.
“You said in the beginning you had not been kidnapped—that you had always been home with your family." I reminded him.
“Forget it," he exclaimed "I did not know what I was talking about. I know I will not be saved until I am somehow entirely in the power of God. Say—wait a minute. Were you talking religion?”
“Yes," I answered.
“Well," he laughed, "I never talk religion, that's the reason I didn't know what you were driving at.”
“Now what would you be if you were religious?”
“You see, if I were religious I would not eat ham, but I do eat ham, and so am not religious," he explained.
“You are not an Israelite, you seem to be a Hamite. But if that is all you know about religion, I'll tell you what religion means—it is taken from the Latin word `religio'—that which binds man back to God.”
“I thought religion was something dry—like philosophy.”
“No, I've just told you what religion really is.”
“Wait a minute." (He took out his handkerchief and wiped his brow). "You certainly had me worried for a minute. But I just thought of something. I'm a Jew and the Jews are God's chosen people. Since I am a Jew, and the Jews are God's chosen people, I'm saved. I'm a Jew.”
“Ah!" I said, "what tribe are you from?" "Tribe?" he asked in astonishment "I said I was a Jew, not an Indian.”
“Yes, tribe?" I repeated.
“I can't tell you. I know Indians had tribes. I did not know Jews belonged to tribes.”
“That's something else this questioning has brought out, you see. Every Israelite must belong to some tribe.”
“Then, that's something else I never heard of. All right what tribes are there?" he asked, as if he would pick out one and join like the Odd Fellows or Masons.
I repeated the names of several, "Reuben, Judah, Levi, Issachar, Gad, Simeon, Zebulun, Naphtali, Ephraim, Manasseh, Asher, Benjamin.”
“I have heard about Levi, but none of the rest.”
“Well, then, do you belong to that tribe—the tribe of Levi?”
“No, I'm sure I don't, I don't really know what tribe I belong to.”
“If you cannot tell what tribe you belong to, I don't believe you are a Jew," I told him. "My father's a Jew and I have always been one," he answered rather indignantly. "Then, if he's a Jew, what tribe does he belong to?”
“He doesn't know either.”
“Where did he come from?" I tried to find out.
“Russia" was his reply.
“He undoubtedly is descended from a Russian. In the fourth century many Russians became Jewish proselytes because the Jews were very influential and had a great deal of political power. I do not think that you are a descendant of Abraham.”
“I am," he asserted.
“Then I want evidence.”
“But I cannot prove it.”
“Then you are not a Jew," I commented.
“That's stranger yet. I came in here, sat down a single Jew, now I am a Gentile in three pieces. I am commencing to think that you are right. Now, suppose you tell me what you are," thinking this was fair play.
“Oh, I am a Jew," I informed him.
“Yes—you would be. That makes it perfect! I thought you were a Gentile and I a Jew. Now I'm a Gentile and you are a Jew. All right, I'll ask you—what tribe do you belong to?”
“Judah," I promptly told him.
“You know your tribe?" he asked in surprise.
“All of us do," I stated.
“Say, what kind of a Jew are you anyhow?”
“I'm a Gentile-Jew," I assured him.
“No, no. There isn't any such a thing. I don't believe that. I can't swallow that. If you are a Gentile, then you're a Gentile, but if you are a Jew, then you're a Jew. You can't be a Gentile and a Jew at the same time.”
“But you just told me your father came from Russia. What is he now?" I asked him. "He's an American.”
“An American? How did that happen?”
“Why, he just went over to a judge and he swore he would renounce Russia and all foreign potentates and swore allegiance to the United States and its President, and agreed to uphold its Constitution and obey its laws. The judge said, 'All right, you are an American,' and he signed his name, and that was that.”
“And, then what?" I wanted to know more.
“That made him an American sure,—a Russian-American," he explained.
“Right. That's just the way that I became a Gentile-Jew," I replied.
“I'd like to know how you could get naturalized. There is no Jewish Nation.”
“That's where you are wrong." I pointed out. "The Jews have a King. Haven't you heard about Him?”
“Never! What paper was that in?" he said, thinking himself facetious.
“Why, you have heard of King David—they still have a king. I was born a Gentile —lost, a citizen of the Kingdom of the World. Then I stood up before the King of the Jews, renounced the World, the flesh, and the Devil, and swore allegiance to the King of the Jews and agreed to uphold the laws of His kingdom—and that's how I became a Jew.”
“Well—maybe that's so. Who is this king?" asked he, thinking he had me this time.
“His name is JESUS.”
“I've heard about Him, but He was killed. He was crucified because He was a great impostor, blasphemer, therefore He was bad and they very properly killed Him.”
“He was the Son of God, fulfilling all the prophesies of the Messiah, the Christus, the Christ, and He is the only true King the world will ever have. The only King the Jews will ever have and I have accepted Him as my King. Your father was naturalized into America. I was supernaturalized into the kingdom of God. I am in His kingdom and belong to Him.”
“All right, but where does it come in that you are a Jew?”
“I can explain that," I said. "If you and I had the same father we would be brothers and if you are a Jew, then I would also be one. To all that received Him, to them Jesus gave power to become sons of God. I believe on His name, and am a son of God. He is the Son of God. He is a Jew. I must be a Jew. I am also a son of Abraham by faith.”
“Where do you find that," he asked me.
“Galatians," and he looked as if he didn't know whether you ate them raw or cooked them—didn't know the difference between Galatians and spinach. "In Galatians it says that I can become a son of Abraham by faith." Then I read to him the third chapter of Galatians "Ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus. For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus. And if be Christ's then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise." (Gal: 3.26-29). He said, "You are right. I can see that. You are a Jew and I am a Gentile. You are saved and I am lost. If this train had a wreck and your body and mine were crushed so that you moved out, and I moved out, you would go to be with your God and I would not.”
“Certainly I would, because I've got a ticket. I have made arrangements ahead of time.”
“And I wouldn't go to God?" he questioned.
“Why, no. You've made no arrangements. You haven't a ticket.”
“Oh, I see—that's what you mean by being lost. That wouldn't be so good. Bing—crash! You go to God and I go in the other direction. What is Heaven like? What is God like? What is Hell like?”
“God is light. Absence of light is darkness. God is love. Absence of love is anger and hate. God is Justice. Absence of justice is injustice. God is Comfort. Absence of comfort is torment and persecution. God is Life, and absence of life is death.”
“And, it looks to me," said he, "that you have all the positives and I get all the negatives.”
“Yes, right now, You have all the negatives and I have the positives. And that is a terrible picture.”
“Do you mean to say that I have anger, hate, darkness, injustice, persecution, torment and I have nothing but death forever?" he asked.
I had to say "Yes" sorrowfully. "You have it now-and forever.”
“But how can I get what you've got?" he asked.
“That's a very old question and you can get it in the equally old way—believe on the Lord Jesus Christ. You are an outlawed Jew. You should be a Christian. It is unnatural for a Jew not to be a Christian. I'm a Gentile. Your people, Jews, rejected the Lord Jesus Christ and He came to us Gentiles and some of us accepted Him.”
“Aren't all the Jews saved?" asked he.
“Not unless they are saved by grace through faith in Christ Jesus. I was a dead Gentile. How did I become a living Jew? In Acts 16:31 we read, 'Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved and thy house.' I had to believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Messiah. I had to believe that.”
“That is going to be very hard for me to believe, as I was taught differently. Do you really expect me to believe that. If I say that I am a good Jew, honest, clean and possess all the pleasing attributes found in a cultured person, wouldn't that suffice without saying that I am a sinner in the sight of God, and that the blood of Jesus paid to ransom me?”
“NO, If your father had stood before the judge and said to him, 'Judge, you are a fine man and I like you. I like the Governor of New York, and the President of the United States. Judge, I build libraries and give away thousands of dollars to all worthy causes. I take care of hundreds of people. I believe in education. I help everybody I can. I want to be naturalized.' Would your father get naturalized on his good record?”
I asked him.
“NO," he answered.
“What would your father have to do to become a citizen of the United States?”
“He would have to renounce his allegiance to Russia and pledge allegiance to the United States?”
“Wouldn't all his good works suffice?"
"No," shaking his head.
“Why not?" I asked.
“Because there is only one way in which to become a citizen of the United States and everyone has to do the same thing to become naturalized.”
“Wouldn't the judge accept all his good works and let him become a citizen? Is the judge as narrow as that? Intolerant?”
“The judge is not a respecter of persons. They all have to do it the same way as there is only one way. They have to renounce their connection to their foreign country and swear allegiance to this country. It is not your money or what good you do.”
“That illustrates exactly what you have to do to become a true Jew. 'If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus (or, Jesus as Lord) and believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead thou shalt be saved'.”
“It sounds reasonable and sensible," he acknowledged. "I have to renounce the old, and swear allegiance to the new.”
“Then won't you accept Him?" I urged him.
“If I accept Him, do you know what would happen to me?”
“Tell me what would happen?”
“If I tell my father and mother, I came down on the train with a man and I accepted the Lord Jesus as my Redeemer and King, they would put me out of the house, gather friends together and hold a funeral, because they would claim that I was dead.”
“Well, as I see it—you are dead. You are lost. Your father and mother cannot make you any more dead no matter how many funerals they hold. But you can accept Jesus Christ and be born again, become a new creature, and tonight have the peace of God in your heart and know that you are saved. You can tell those at your home about Christ and tell them that if they believe in Christ Jesus through faith they can be saved also.”
He was greatly disturbed. "Why didn't somebody tell me this a long time ago? I never heard of this nor has my family. I don't know of anyone else that ever heard about it. I never knew this was what you called the Gospel. I never heard of it before and here I am lost and my whole family is lost.
We had reached Times Square by that time and he said, "I am going to think this over." I told him I would be glad to see him again, but until now he has not come to see me. I believe he is going to be saved. He knows the way of salvation. He realizes that he is lost. He knows that education, business, money, refinement, culture, and all the other fine attributes of life will not save any one.
But how about you? God is no respecter of persons and you also are either saved or lost. If you are lost, now is the opportunity given you to accept,—to believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and be saved—to have safety, certainty and enjoyment, and everlasting life.
James E. Bennet.
About seventeen years after the incident related in this pamphlet a lady, who had called at my office on legal business, stated to me that when she was in a mission about two years previous, she had heard a young Jewish man testify that he had had a conversation with a lawyer on a train, coming from Bridgeport to New York about 15 years previous. In that conversation he had learned that he was a sinner and could only be saved through belief in and faith in Jesus Christ, as Savior. Owing to his training he refused to believe, but he could never get out of his mind, the idea that he was a lost soul, and on his way to Hell. This troubled him more and more, and after 15 years of trying to dodge the question, he had finally surrendered and accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior. Since then he had peace of mind and was testifying wherever he had opportunity. The lady was quite sure that this was the same young man with whom I talked on the train from Bridgeport. I have been constantly praying that this young man would accept the Lord Jesus as his Savior, and I believe, also that he is the one who testified in that mission.
The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living Soul. Gen. 2:7.
There is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding. Job 32:8.
But none saith, "Where is God my Maker, ... Who teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, and maketh us wiser than the fowls of heaven? Job 35:10-11.
God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many devices. Eccl. 7:29.
He looketh upon men, and if any say, I have sinned, and perverted that which was right, and it profited me not; He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the Light. Job 33:27-28.
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it. Eccl. 12:7.