If it were announced that I were to speak in this hall tomorrow morning to the businessmen of the city upon a process which I had discovered by which common ordinary stones taken out of the street could be transformed into real diamonds, and if the businessmen of this city knew I really had discovered such a process, and this was the only occasion upon which I was to explain it, do you think there would be anyone here to hear the address? The building would be packed to its utmost capacity. The businessmen of this city would begin to gather hours before the appointed time of the meeting. They would camp out all night before the doors and a few moments after the doors were open, the building would be filled, and when I had finished describing the process, they would not wait for the benediction, but would rush out into the streets and into the country roads, and you would see leading men of this city, forgetting their dignity, down on their knees in the dirt and mud hunting for stones. If some friend should come along and say, “What are you doing there down in the dirt?” they would say, “Don’t bother me.” If they should still inquire, “What are you doing?” they would reply, “Looking for stones.”
I can tell you that very thing. I can tell you how to go out into the streets and alleys of the city, out into the roads and lanes of the country, and stoop down into the mud and mire of sin, and take up the common ordinary rude stones, lost men and women, and by the glorious art of the soul winner, transform them into diamonds worthy of a place in the Saviour’s eternal diadem. Is not that worthwhile? Is there any other work in the universe that really is worthwhile?