The Precious Blood

Narrator: Ivona Gentwo
 •  2 min. read  •  grade level: 6
Listen from:
1 Peter 1:18-19
A lady came to me once when I was preaching some years ago in a western city, and asked me if I wouldn’t talk to her husband; that when she spoke to him on religion he paid no attention, and she might as well talk to a post. I told her she had better pray God to convince and convict him.
They used to come to the meetings together, and often as I was speaking I would see her eyes close and her lips move, and I knew she was praying God to con­vict him. They came about a dozen times during the winter.
One night, after he had taken his seat, I noticed that his eyes looked as if he had been weeping. I gave out one hymn after another, all bearing on the atonement, as that was the subject for the sermon. When I gave out the text, “The precious blood,” I saw him cover his face and bow his head, and he fairly wept aloud. He followed me into the inquiry room after the meeting was over, and said to me:
“Mr. Moody, this has been the most extraordinary day in my life. When I got up this morning the words ‘precious blood’ came into my mind. When I went down town to my place of business the words ‘precious blood’ were ringing in my mind, and all during the day it was ‘precious blood, precious blood.’ They followed me here tonight, and when you gave out your text, ‘The precious blood,’ I could hardly stay in my seat. I can’t understand it.”
“Well,” I said, “I can.” After talking with him for a while he accepted Christ then and there.
He is now dead, but when I was passing through that city years after I asked about him, and they told me in all the years he had lived he had displayed his faith in Christ.