NONE but God can change a single human from evil to good, and one such change is conclusive proof of the Christian Faith. A relative of
America’s Outstanding Infidel, Robert Ingersoll,
known in the family as Aunt Sarah, living on the Pacific Coast, was a devout Bible student and a beautiful Christian. One day she received by mail, a package, which, on opening, proved to be a copy of one of R. G. Ingersoll’s books, an attack on the Bible. On the flyleaf were written these words over Ingersoll’s signature: “If all Christians had lived like Aunt Sarah, perhaps this book would never have been written.” Aunt Sarah alone was proof enough. A friend of mine (says a writer quoted in the American Sunday School Times) who had been a gangster and kidnapper for twelve years, met Jesus Christ in prison. Christ said: “I will come and live in you and we will serve this sentence together”; and they did. Several years later he was discharged, and just before he went out he was handed a two-page letter written by another prisoner. After the salutation, it said in effect: “You know perfectly well that when I came into this jail I despised preachers, the Bible, and everything. I went to the Bible class and the preaching service because there wasn’t anything else interesting to do. Then they told me you were saved, and I said, ‘There’s another fellow taking the Gospel road to get a parole’; but
Roy, I’ve been watching you
for two and a half years. You did not know it, but I watched you when you were in the yard exercising, when you were working in the shop, when you played, while we were altogether at meals, on the way to our cells, and all over, and now I’m a Christian, too, because I watched you. The Saviour who saved you has saved me. You never made a slip, Roy said to me: “When I got that letter and read it through I came out in a cold sweat. Think what it would have meant if I had slipped, even once.” “Ye are an epistle of Christ, written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God” (2 Cor. 3:3). — “The Dawn.”
I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day,
I’d rather one should walk with me than merely show the way;
I can soon learn how to do it if you’ll let me see it done,
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run,
And the lectures you deliver may be very wise and true;
But I’d rather get my lesson by observing what you do.
For I may not understand you and the high advice. you give,
But there’s no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.