AT AN open-air meeting the leader asked for the testimonies of any of those present who had found Christ as their Saviour and were on their way to heaven. While this part of the meeting was in progress there passed by a skeptic—one who neither believed in God nor in the power of the gospel.
He would have passed right on, but just at that moment the testimony of a drunkard reached his ears. He paused and listened. The former I drunkard was telling how Jesus had saved his soul and delivered him from the terrible slavery of drink.
The skeptic was unable to hold back a few open remarks, which were heard by all those standing around. Said he, “It is nothing more than a dream, religion saving a man in this manner — just a mere belief and nothing in it,” and so on.
No one at first answered the skeptic; but God had His own special way of dealing with him.
Among the group of listeners who gathered around was a little girl about ten or eleven years old. She approached him timidly.
“If you please, sir,” she said, “if it’s only a dream, don’t wake him—that’s my daddy!”
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