A young fellow came to the Bible Institute from a Kansas farm to be a student. He was one of the greenest looking men that ever applied to the Institute to enter as a student. At my first casual meeting with him I thought to myself, “I wonder what that man will ever do.” He was so indescribably fresh and green. But he was full of zeal for Christ and not as green as he looked or acted.
Not long afterward one evening he was on Chicago Avenue distributing tracts to men as they passed by. It was a hard neighborhood. There had been many a murder in the vicinity. He approached one man to hand him a tract and the young desperado drew a revolver and held it at his breast. The young farmer boy was not phased in the least. “Oh,” he said smiling, “I have seen one of those before. Have a tract.” The young fellow was more completely disarmed than if the farmer had knocked him down, and immediately took the tract and walked away.