THERE is a story told of a man who was much troubled about his sins, and for days the burden on his conscience seemed to become heavier, and his grief deeper. While he was in this state of soul, he was walking one day along one of the crowded thoroughfares of the city in which he lived, and noticed a crowd gathered on a corner, and went over to see what it was that attracted them, and saw a blind man reading from a raised-letter Bible. He was reading aloud, and received from the passers-by the few pennies they caused to crop into his hat to “help a poor blind man.” Just as this man stepped up, the blind man was reading from the fourth chapter of the Acts, and the twelfth verse. He was at the bottom of the page and came to the words “None other name,” and kept on repeating, “None other name,” “None other name.” This gentleman went on about his business, but the words he had been listening to, “None other name.” kept ringing in his ear. Through all the business of the day the words, “None other name,” remained with him. He went to his home at night, and the words, “None other name,” was still on his mind. At last he said, I have found it. I have been making a mistake. I have been thinking I should be saved and find comfort and peace by prayer, and strivings and efforts of my own, but it is only Jesus who can save.” So in the simplicity of faith, as a little child, he ceased his strivings, and cast himself on Jesus only, and found peace through believing on Him.
ML 09/13/1903