In a train from Washington to New York City I met a Christian. By his own account, I learned that twenty-one years before he had been, without exception, "the worst sinner on the eastern seaboard." He had been a drunken, blaspheming skeptic; but God had laid His hand upon him in a gospel meeting, and through grace, he had turned to the Lord Jesus Christ.
He was a mechanic; and in the shop where he worked were six other unbelievers. They first scoffed, and often afterward tried to draw him into argument. His one reply was: "I will not argue with you, for you can beat me at that; but you know what I was, and you see what I am now. If you want to argue, argue with the power that saved and keeps me, for it is only 'by the grace of God that I am what I am.' "
They saw it, and their mouths were closed. Ere long he had the joy of grasping the hands of these six of his fellow-workmen as fellow-Christians!
Indeed he was not ashamed of that blessed gospel, for he knew it was the power of God unto salvation.