Not in a stately cathedral, or some other grand consecrated building, but in a farmer’s kitchen I was saved.
A few young men, and all newly converted, came out from the town, and spoke on the village street on the summer Sunday afternoons. They had a good hearing. Some of us young people were ashamed to be seen standing at an open-air meeting, but we heard what was said all the same, standing in some hidden corner. It was a great reproach in those early years to be converted; and those who confessed they were, had many a cross to bear, and some hard things were said about them, especially by religious people. When the nights became dark, the meetings were held in a kitchen, and it was there many were brought to the Lord.
Well do I remember the night the Word of God found me out, sitting on a stool in that man’s kitchen. A young man was telling how he was saved through believing that Christ died his death and suffered in his stead, quoting the words:
“I do believe, I will believe That Jesus died for me; That on the Cross He shed His blood
From sin to set me free.”
He went on to say, “It is not your good works, but Christ’s.” I saw God’s way of salvation, then and there, and believing on Christ, was saved that night.
Will you not accept this same Jesus who loves you and has died for you, and longs to bless you?
ML 01/04/1931