There was a friend of mine preaching on Glasgow Green a few years ago, when someone from the crowd called out, “May I speak?” After getting permission he pushed his way through the crowd, until he was standing on the platform beside my friend.
“Friends,” he exclaimed, “I do not believe what this man has been talking about. I do not believe in a hell, I do not believe in a judgment, I do not believe in a God, for I never saw any of them.”
He continued talking in this way for a while, when another voice was heard from the crowd, “May I speak?” The infidel sat down, and the next man began:—
“Friends, you say there is a river running not far from this place, the river Clyde. There is no such thing; it is not true. You tell me that there are grass and trees growing around me where I now stand; there is no such thing; that also is untrue. You tell me that there are a great many people standing here. Again I say that is not true; there is no person standing here save myself. I suppose you wonder what I am talking about; but, friends, I was born blind, I never have seen one of you, and while I talk it only shows that I am blind, or I would not say such things. “And you,” he said turning to the infidel, “the more you talk, the more it exposes your own ignorance, because you are spiritually blind, and cannot see. Dear friends, try the life that Christ lived. There you will find life and love and everlasting joy.” R. B. STEWART.