One night in an Australian city after I had given out the invitation and a large number of people had risen and were standing, a minister sitting near me became very much excited and said, “Look there! Look there!” “Look where?” I said. “Look over there at that tall gentleman and his wife standing.” “Yes,” I said, “I see them, what of it?” “Why,” he said, “that man is the former mayor of the city and is now president of our racetrack association. What does he mean?” “Why,” I said, “I suppose he means to accept Christ. That was the proposition.” The minister was nonplussed. He did not know what to make of it. As soon as the meeting was over, I went down to where this gentleman and his wife were standing, and stepped up to them and said to him, “Did you really accept Jesus Christ this evening?” Quietly but firmly he replied, “Yes, I did. Would you like to know how I came to accept him?” “Yes, I would.” “Well,” he said, “my little boy was at your children’s meeting this afternoon and was converted. He came home full of enthusiasm and insisted that we should come tonight to hear you preach and we came and have decided to accept Christ.”
Who can tell how much is involved in the conversion of a little boy?