THE following is taken mainly from the words of a servant of Christ, long since gone to be with the Lord.
A poor looking Jew, with the longest possible face, came in, and asked if I could do something for him. I asked him, “Do you love Jesus?”
“No.”
“Do you believe in Him?”
“No.”
“Do you believe in God?”
“Yes, but not Jesus, no! no! not Jesus!”
He followed me to the wardrobe, where I clothed him.
“It was the religion of Jesus,” I replied, “which put it into the hearts of Christians to provide these clothes for you. Do you not think there is something in the religion of Jesus?”
“I don’t know,” he said; but as he was going I saw the big tears roll down his cheek.
It was some time before I saw him again. I at once began the old story:
“You must be converted. The blood of Jesus alone can take away your sins; and without it you will be lost, after all your good thoughts.” He sighed deeply, and I spoke earnestly to him. Some time elapsed, and then I met him on the street. I asked him how he felt. His only answer was:
“I tink I need de blood of Jesus.”
Without another word I went on my way, thinking the Spirit was doing the work, and needed not me. Some days after, I met him—full of smiles—a tear standing in each eye.
“How do you do?” I said. With deep earnestness he replied:
“I feel such a loveliness to Jesus, I could not sleep last night.”
And so it was, God met this poor unbelieving Jew. He was led as a sinner first to feel his need of the blood, and then to find in Jesus a Saviour and Friend.
ML 03/01/1903