A child can bear witness for Christ. One night I went out to a suburb near Chicago. It was a bitter cold night. After the meeting I said, “Anybody that will accept Christ tonight, stand up.” I saw something big begin to get up, and it rose higher and higher and higher, and broader and broader and thicker and thicker—he weighed two hundred and ninety pounds. An enormous man. I said, “I have caught a pretty big fish tonight,” and I had, for he has been an excellent worker ever since, but I caught two little fish that night—they looked little but they turned out big. Before leaving the building I turned up my coat collar and put on my gloves ready to go out into the cold. I got about halfway down the aisle and I saw two boys, I think one was about twelve and the other fourteen years old. I always like boys. Almost everybody had gone, and I turned and said, “Good evening, boys. What are you waiting for?” “Waiting to talk with you, Mr. Torrey.” “What do you want to talk with me about?” They said, “We want you to tell us how to be Christians.” I turned down my coat collar and took off my gloves and sat down and explained to them the way to be a Christian. They understood it, and they took Christ. After we got up, I said, “Boys, what are your names?” “Henry Harris,” “Charlie Harris.” I wrote them down in my book.
A few nights after there was a young lady sitting in the meeting, and while I preached I made up my mind that she was not a Christian. When I got through preaching I went down and said, “Good evening, are you a Christian?” “No, I am not a Christian.” “Would you like to become a Christian?” “Yes.” “Would you become a Christian if I showed you how?” “Yes.” She sat down, and I took my Bible and showed her how to be a Christian. Then I asked for her name. “Miss Harris.” “Where do you live?” I wrote it down, and I said over and over to myself, “Harris, Harris; where have I heard that name?” I turned back in my little book and I saw the names of these two boys. I said, “I had two boys here the other night with the same name as yours and they live where you do.” “Oh, yes,” she said, “they are my brothers. They brought me.”
A few nights after a lady came, and while I talked she just sat and listened, and when the meeting was over I stepped up to her and said, “Are you a Christian?” “I am not what you call a Christian. I call myself a Universalist.” “Are you saved?” “Not what you would call saved.” “Would you like to become a Christian tonight? Would you become a real Christian if I showed you how?” We sat down, and she took Christ and we had prayer together. Then I said, “What is your name, please?” “Mrs. Harris.” “I had two boys by that name the other night, who live just where you do.” “They were my two boys. They would not give me any rest until I came.”
The last meeting was in a great big skating rink, and one night a little boy, with long chestnut curls, came up to me. I said, “Good evening, my boy, what do you want?” “I want to become a Christian.” I said, “Why do you want to become a Christian?” “Because I am a sinner.” He did not look a bit like it—he looked more like an angel—but he was right; he was a sinner. “We have all sinned and come short of the glory of God.” I sat down and took my Bible and turned to Isaiah 53:66All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. (Isaiah 53:6): “All we like sheep have gone astray.” “Is that true of you, my boy?” “Yes.” “What are you then?” “I am lost.” “We have turned every one to his own way.” “Is that true of you?” “Yes, sir.” “Then what are you?” “I am a lost sinner.” “The Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.” I said, “On whom?” He said, “On Jesus.” “Very well, what is all you have to do then to become a Christian?” “Just to believe on Jesus.” “Will you do it?” “I will.” “Let’s kneel down.” And he knelt down. I prayed and he prayed, and when he had finished I said, “What are you, my boy?” He said, “I am saved; my sins are all forgiven.” “How do you know that?”
“Because Jesus says so.” “Suppose after you go home tonight you forget and do something you ought not to do, what will you do about it?” He said, “I will tell Jesus.” “What will He do?”
“He will forgive me.” “How do you know that?” “Because He says so.” I think that boy had a better idea of salvation than some grown-up men. “Now; my boy, what is your name?” “George Harris.” The last one of the family. These two little boys that came out that first night brought the whole family to Jesus.