In a small town in Mexico there was a violent outbreak against the little band of Christians living there. An angry mob, mostly women, went through the town killing and beating the followers of Jesus, and setting fire to their homes, including the little stone chapel.
Soldiers were sent to restore order, and the chapel was rebuilt. Two months later a visiting evangelist came and held meetings there again. Before each service they had special prayer. One little native girl said, “Oh Lord, don’t let them come and kill us tonight!”
After one meeting a man came in and told the evangelist he had been standing outside the door in the dark listening. He told of how he had been one of the mob that killed some of the Christians that terrible night. One of the slain young ladies, Sister Mary they called her, left an unforgettable impression on his memory. As they tormented and tortured her, they offered to spare her life if she would give up her faith and worship an idol they carried. He could never forget her reply.
“Twenty years I have served Jesus,” she said; “He has never been unfaithful to me. Then why should I deny Him now?”
For this she was brutally slain, carried outside of the town and left in an open field for the vultures.
He could never forget her faithful testimony, and knowing there was a gospel meeting that night, he had come to hear more of Jesus. The blessed Spirit of God was at work in that poor repentant sinner’s soul. He could not rest until he accepted Christ as his Saviour, and He who never turns any one away spoke peace to his troubled soul. The last word we had of him was that he was now one with the little band of believers he had once persecuted, and living for Jesus.
ML-10/23/1977