The Young French Nobleman and the Doctor.
In London, when I was there in 1867, I was told a story which made a
very deep impression upon me. A young French nobleman came there to see
a doctor, bringing letters from the French Emperor. The Emperor Napoleon
III. had a great regard for this young man, and the doctor wanted to
save him. He examined the young man, and saw there was something on his
mind. "Have you lost any property? What is troubling you? You have
something weighing upon your mind," said the doctor. "Oh, there is
nothing particular." "I know better; have you lost any relations?" asked
the doctor. "No, none within the last three years." "Have you lost any
reputation in your country?" "No." The doctor studied for a few minutes,
and then said, "I must know what is on your mind; I must know what is
troubling you." And the young man said, "My father was an infidel; my
grandfather was an infidel, and I was brought up an infidel, and for the
last three years these words have haunted me, 'Eternity, and where shall
it find me?'" "Ah," said the doctor, "you have come to the wrong
physician." "Is there no hope for me?" cried the young man. "I walk
about in the day time; I lie down at night, and it comes upon me
continually: 'Eternity, and where shall I spend it?' Tell me, is there
any hope for me?" The doctor said: "Now just sit down and be quiet. A
few years ago I was an infidel. I did not believe in God, and was in the
same condition in which you are in." The doctor took down his Bible and
turned to the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah and read: "He was wounded
for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities; the
chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we are
healed." And he read on through this chapter.
When he had finished, the young man said: "Do you believe this, that He
voluntarily left heaven, came down to this earth, and suffered and died
that we might be saved?" "Yes, I believe it. That brought me out of
infidelity, out of darkness into light." And he preached Christ and His
salvation and told him of heaven and then suggested that they get down
on their knees and pray. And when I went there in 1867 a letter had been
received from that young nobleman, who wrote to Dr. Whinston in London,
telling him that the question of "eternity, and where he should spend
it" was settled, and troubled him no more. My friends, the question of
eternity, and where we are going to spend it, forces itself upon
everyone of us. We are staying here for a little day. Our life is but a
fibre and it will soon be snapped. I may be preaching my last sermon.
To-night may find me in eternity. By the grace of God say that you will
spend it in heaven.
Sambo and the Infidel Judge.
Once there was a Judge who had a colored man. The colored man was very
godly, and the Judge used to have him to drive him around in his
circuit. The Judge used often to talk with him, and the colored man
would tell the Judge about his religious experience, and about his
battles and conflicts. One day the Judge said to him, "Sambo, how is it
that you Christians are always talking about the conflicts you have with
Satan. I am better off than you are. I don't have any conflicts or
trouble, and yet I am an infidel and you are a Christian--always in a
muss-how's that, Sambo?" This floored the colored man for a while. He
didn't know how to meet the old infidel's argument. So he shook his head
sorrowfully and said: "I dunno. Massa, I dunno." The Judge always
carried a gun along with him for hunting. Pretty soon they came to a lot
of ducks. The Judge took his gun and blazed away at them, and wounded
one and killed another. The Judge said quickly, "You jump in, Sambo, and
get that wounded duck before he gets off," and did not pay any attention
to the dead one. In went Sambo for the wounded duck and came out
reflecting. The colored man then thought he had an illustration. He said
to the Judge: "I hab 'im now, Massa, I'se able to show you how de
Christian hab greater conflict den de infidel. Don't you know de moment
you wounded dat ar duck, how anxious you was to get 'im out, and you
didn't care for de dead duck, but just lef 'im alone!" "Yes," said the
Judge. "Well," said Sambo, "ye see as how dat ar dead duck's a sure
thing. I'se wounded, and I tries to get away from de debbil. It takes
trouble to catch me. But, massa, you are a dead duck--dar is no squabble
for you. The debbil have you "sure!" So the devil has no conflict with
the infidel.
An Infidel who would not Talk Infidelity before his Daughter.
Not long ago I went into a man's house, and when I commenced to talk
about religion he turned to his daughter and said: "You had better go
out of the room; I want to say a few words to Mr. Moody." When she had
gone he opened a perfect torrent of infidelity upon me. "Why," said I,
"did you send your daughter out of the room before you said this?"
"Well," he replied, "did not think it would do her any good to hear what
I said." My friends, his "rock is not as our rock" Why did he send his
daughter out of the room if he believed what he said? When these
infidels are in trouble why do not they get some of their infidel
friends to administer consolation? When they make a will why do they
call in some follower of the Lord Jesus Christ to carry it out? Why, it
is because they cannot trust their infidel friends.
A Dying Infidel's Confession.
I want to read to you a letter which I received some time ago. I read
this to you because I am getting letters from infidels who say that not
an infidel has repented during our meetings. Only about ten days ago I
got a letter from an infidel, who accused me of being a liar. He said
there had not been an infidel converted during our meetings. My friends,
go up to the young converts' meeting any Monday night, and you will see
there ten or twelve every night who have accepted Christ. Why, nearly
every night we meet with a poor infidel who accepts Christ, But let me
read this letter. We get many letters every day for prayer, and, my
friends, you don't know the stories that lie behind those letters. The
letter I am about to read was not received here, but while we were in
Philadelphia. When I received it I put it away, intending to use it at a
future day:
DEAR SIR: Allow me the privilege of addressing you with a few words. The
cause of writing is indeed a serious one. I am the son of an
aristocratic family of Germany--was expensively educated, and at
college at Leipsic was ruined by drinking, etc.; was expelled for
gambling and dishonesty. My parents were greatly grieved at my conduct,
and I did not dare return home, but sailed for America. I went to St.
Louis and remained there for want of money to get away. I finally
obtained a situation as bookkeeper in a dry goods house; heard from home
and the death of my parents. This made me more sinful than ever before.
I heard one of your sermons, which made a deep impression on me. I was
taken sick, and the words of your text came to me and troubled me. I
have tried to find peace of God, but have not succeeded. My friends, by
reasoning with me that there was no God, endeavored to comfort me. The
thought of my sinfulness and approaching the grave, my blasphemy, my bad
example, caused me to mourn and weep. I think God is too just to forgive
me my sins. My life is drawing to a close. I have not yet received God's
favor. Will you not remember me in your prayers, and beseech God to save
my soul from eternal destruction? Excuse me for writing this, but it
will be the last I shall write this side of the grave.
Infidel Books.
If you stop to ask yourself why you don't believe in Christ, is there
really any reason? People read infidel books and wonder, why they are
unbelievers, I ask why they read such books. They think they must read
both sides. I say that book is a lie, how can it be one side when it is
a lie? It is not one side at all. Suppose a man tells right down lies
about my family, and I read them so as to hear both sides; it would not
be long before some suspicion would creep into my mind. I said to a man
once, "Have you got a wife?" "Yes, and a good one." I asked: "Now what
if I should come to you and cast out insinuations against her?" And he
said, "Well your life would not be safe long if you did." I told him
just to treat the devil as he would treat a man who went around with
such stories. We are not to blame for having doubts flitting through our
minds, but for harboring them. Let us go out trusting the Lord with
heart and soul to-day.
How a Little Study Upset the Plans of a few Prominent Infidels.
It is said of West, an eminent man, that he was going to take up the
doctrine of the resurrection, and just show the world what a fraud it
was, while Lord Lyttleton was going to take up the conversion of Saul,
and just show the folly of it. These men were going to annihilate that
doctrine and that incident of the gospel. A Frenchman said it took
twelve fishermen to build up Christ's religion, but one Frenchman pulled
it down. From Calvary this doctrine rolled along the stream of time,
through the eighteen hundred years, down to us, and West got at it and
began to look at the evidence; but instead of his being able to cope
with it he found it perfectly overwhelming--the proof that Christ had
risen, that He had come out of the sepulcher and ascended to heaven and
led captivity captive. The light dawned upon him, and he became an
expounder of the word of God and a champion of Christianity; And Lord
Lyttleton, that infidel and skeptic hadn't been long at the conversion
of Saul before the God of Saul broke upon his sight, and he too, began
to preach.