A CHAPTER TO BE READ FOR THE TRAINING
OF THE OBJECT WORKER=
This is an uncommon object-lesson. It is a curio in visual
instruction. One summer while traveling in the great Northwest, I
dropped into a Salvation Army meeting, and in their _War Cry,_ which
I then purchased, I read the following story.
It is a record of the conquest of an uncommon object-lesson upon
which God had put his great O.K. by the salvation of a soul. Read it
through as another helpful illustration of the ministry of visual
instruction in thorny ground. This was the story.
"A friend of mine was once coming on a train when five of the nine in
the coach began to play cards; they were evidently sharpers, and
before long challenged others to play with them, but all declined, At
last they turned to my friend and said:
"We can see by your face that you fully understand the game; come,
take a turn."
"I did know the cards once; but it is so long since I played that I
forget how to play."
"Nonsense!" they said, "you could win all our money, if you only
tried."
"Perhaps that would not be very much," he replied; "anyway, I will
not attempt. Five of you are enough for your game; we will look on."
As they still pegged away at him, he said at last:
"Gentlemen, I tell you I cannot play; but there is one thing I can
do."
"What is that?" they asked eagerly.
"I can tell fortunes."
"Capital! Will you tell ours?"
"If you wish it; but, I warn you it may not be very flattering."
"What card will you want?"
_"The five of spades, please,"_ and it was handed to him with
expectation of great sport.
"I shall require one other thing, if you don't mind," he further
said.
"What?" they asked a little impatiently.
_"A Bible."_
They could not produce one.
"No, but you had one once," said the fortune-teller, "and if you had
followed its precepts you would not be where you now are. However, I
have one," and to their dismay he produced it.
A pistol would hardly have been a more unwelcome object. But the
fortune-teller began:
"Gentlemen, you see these two pips at the top of the card? I wish
them to represent your two eyes; this one in the middle, your mouth;
and these other two, your knees. Now, in Revelation 1:7 I read,
'Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him.' The
speaker is the Nazarene, once red with blood for sinners like you and
me. Your eyes will see him, and you will have to stand before him to
be judged. That is the future of your eyes," he continued; "now
concerning your mouth and knees, let me read Philippians 2:9-11:
'Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name
which is above every name; that at the name of Jesus every knee
should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things
under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus
Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.' From this I foretell
that: your knees will bow to Jesus, and your tongue that used to say,
'Gentle Jesus' and 'Our Father,' will have to confess that he is Lord
of all. Your eyes will see him, and when you see him, your knees will
grow weak, and you will fall before his majesty."
They got more than they bargained for; but he gave them some more.
"Gentlemen, that is only the first reading of this card; now for the
second, if you please. These five spades represent five actual spades
that are already made, and may, ere long, dig the graves of you five
sinners, and then your souls will be in _the lost world_ crying in
thirst for a drop of water and you will wish you had never been
born."
The five card-sharpers were getting more and more fidgety; but it was
useless, for they could not get out, as the train would not stop for
some time yet.
"Gentlemen," continued the fortune-teller, "you may escape this
terrible future, and my fortune not come true, if you will do what I
did, and perhaps I was the worst of the six. My eyes saw Jesus upon a
cross for me in my stead, bearing my doom, My tongue confessed him as
Lord, and my knees bowed to him in lowly submission. If you do this,
I can foretell the very reverse of all I have said. I have told your
fortunes, as I promised, and if I am right, you ought to cross my
palm with a dollar apiece; but I do not wish your five dollars. I
will be content if one of you will promise to try the Saviour whose
blood cleanseth from all sin."
They would neither pay nor promise; but as the train pulled up at the
station they tumbled out as if the carriage had contained a smallpox
patient, leaving my friend in possession of the "five of spades."
"Stop," he cried, "here is your card," which he tossed after them.
Recently walking near his home at Shepherd's Bush, London, he was
accosted by some one saying,
"Good evening, sir."
"It is a good evening, if all your sins are forgiven," was the
rejoinder.
"Yes, and I am glad you are still at it," replied the stranger.
"Still at what?"
"Telling fortunes."
"That is not my line."
"Well, you told mine more than ten years ago."
"I think you are mistaken," said my friend.
"No; any one who has once seen you can never mistake you."
He then recalled the memorable ride.
"Ah! I remember, and you left like a lot of cowards, without paying
the fortune-teller."
"I am your payment. Your words came true of three of us; _three
spades have dug their graves_. The other one I saw a few days ago; he
is anxious to be saved from the fortune you foretold, and is
attending religious meetings. As I parted with him I said, 'Sam,
don't forget the five of spades.'"
"And what about yourself?"
"When you saw me, I had been to a sister's. I was right down
miserable. Mother had just died. Calling me to her bedside, she had
said: 'William, kiss your mother, and I leave you this Scripture:
"Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him"' (Rev.
1:7). When you quoted those very words, it seemed as if my dear
mother rose up and frowned upon the cards. That text followed me. I
drank, and drank, and drank again; but continually I heard, 'Every
eye shall see him.' At last I went to California, for the
gold-diggings. As soon as I landed, having nothing to do, I stopped
to hear some singing; the singers formed a little procession, and I
followed to a hall, When the young man got up to speak, he gave out
as his text, 'Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see
him.' It was more than I could stand; that night I bowed my knees in
submission, saw Jesus as my Saviour, and with my tongue confessed
him."
He was soon going back to the diggings; but that one interview was
good payment for the fortune-teller.
This is the story of five spades which dug their way through a
hardened conscience and there found the open door to a closed heart.
It was God's way and therefore wonderfully good.
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