A dear old Scripture reader, in a barracks, was the first man who ever spoke to me about my soul, and where I was to spend eternity. He came in and sat down in the midst of us, pulled out his Bible, and read the Word of God, often amid much noise, and little acknowledgment. He was a faithful witness for God, and spoke without fear, of the truths in it, telling us of the sinner's doom who lives and dies unconverted. I was awakened then, but not saved. We were soon afterward moved to D. and there I was brought to Christ, through His work of redemption accomplished on the cross. It was by means of the word, "The Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost." Luke 19:10.
I saw it was for me Christ had come, and died for me, for surely I was lost, lost to God, to holiness, to heaven.
I believed He came to save me, and I was saved while sitting in the barracks. I told my mates that from henceforth I was the Lord's.
I had a hot time for a while, but Christ gave the victory. I am His, and He is mine. He is a good Master, I can and do recommend Him to you. He says to you, "Come unto Me... and I will give you rest." Matt. 11:28.