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Quite a
ripple and stir was created in my morning service by a man well advanced in
years telling how he had obtained salvation. He said he had come to the meeting
on purpose to be saved, but the services did not reach him. |
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He was put
to sleep one night in a bed with a backslidden preacher. He was so miserable
that he could not win slumber, and lay listening to the katy-dids that were
chirping by myriads in the grove. Suddenly it seemed to him that they said,
"Come to Jesus." He could not rid himself of the thought; turn as
he would, the song or chirp kept ringing in his ears, "Come to
Jesus" -- "Come to Jesus." The backslidden preacher was
asleep; and so with a groan the man knelt down in the dark and did what the
katy-dids told him to do, he came to Jesus and was saved. |
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It would
be hard to describe the effect of this simple testimony on the audience. The
picture of the tossing, convicted man, the sleeping, backslidden preacher at
his side, and God's having to turn from a faithless messenger and use
katy-dids to get the gospel message home, made a profound impression. |
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I could
but think of the Saviour's words where He said to the Jews, "If these should
hold their peace the stones would immediately cry out." God is going to
get His message to the people in spite of backslidden ministers and church
members, and Sanhedrin laws and resolutions. He who convicted Peter by the
crowing of a cock, and rebuked one of his prophets through the voice of an
ass is not straightened for means. He will make the "stones cry
out," and commission the katy-dids to chirp full salvation, while men
who ought to do it are slumbering on toward the Judgment. |
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From: LIVING
ILLUSTRATIONS By Beverly Carradine |