My college days were over and now I had entered upon the profession for which the long years of study had well prepared me. My future was bright before me and promised success in every aspect of life.
But did it satisfy my soul? The years of close contact with the irreligious elements abounding among those of "higher education," had robbed my soul of the peace of God and the joy of trusting the Savior of sinners unto eternal life.
One snowy winter day I began to take stock. All was dull without and within, and I myself was in misery of body and mind. I had been a companion of infidels and had tried to forget what I had learned at home in my childhood about God and eternity. In fact I did not want to believe it. I wanted to enjoy the pleasures of sin. This is what makes many embrace infidelity: it makes them feel free to go on in sin.
No God! No judgment! No hell! You may do then as you like.
I was never altogether at ease among my infidel friends. The teaching of my boyhood often haunted me in the hours of night, and I would lie awake. Mine was a miserable life.
That wintry Sunday I sat alone by the fire. Musing and wondering where my life would end, I said to myself half aloud: Is there a God? If there is, let Him send me some proof that He lives, and that He can provide for me in time and in eternity, if such there be!
Just then a robin alighted on a nearby window sill. Picking up a few scattered crumbs, he hopped about, chirping as merrily in the snow as if it had been a May day.
Joyfully I exclaimed: "There is a God! Who but Him could give that little bird so blithe a song on a day like this?”
I arose and went into the town. For the first time in years I entered a place where the gospel was preached. There I heard again the sweet story of God's love for a world of lost mankind. That night my soul found peace and rest on the Rock, Christ Jesus.