At one of the beautiful summer resorts where I was holding some gospel meetings on the sands, my dinner was interrupted by a white-haired old gentleman. The waitress told me that he seemed in great distress, and very much wanted to see me, so she had taken him into another sitting room.
Of course, I left my dinner and went to see him. I found him bowed down with sorrow. Oh! how his tears flowed as he told me that he had lived such a very careless, sinful life, and was without God, without Christ, and without hope in the world.
Now, dear children, it was not because he was poor, for I was told that he was a wealthy old gentleman, but the Spirit of God had opened his eyes to see that he was really a poor miserable sinner, and that unless God in His grace and pity had mercy upon him and saved his soul, he would be lost forever.
But what do you think he told me had awakened him to see his danger? It was all through hearing the children singing their sweet hymns on the sands. The Holy Spirit had taken them with mighty power to his heart. I quite hope that he went away believing in the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation.
But how much happier it would have been if he had come to the Saviour when a boy, instead of putting it off till he was over seventy!
ML 12/13/1959