Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman tells this story:
On one of the last Sundays that I spent in Philadelphia an
Englishman gave an address to our Sunday-school. He told how a
young girl had gone away to live a life of sin. He said, “Her
mother came to my minister and asked him to find her daughter.
The minister said, ‘Bring me every picture that you have of
yourself!’ She brought him every picture and the minister dipt
his pen in the red ink and wrote underneath the sweet face
these words: ‘Come back.’ These pictures were placed in mission
stations and halls. One night the girl, on entering one of these
halls, found herself face to face with the picture. As she saw
that sweet face that had looked down into hers with love, her
eyes were blinded with tears, and when she brushed the tears
away she read the two words, ‘Come back.’ She made her way out
to the edge of the city, waited till night had fallen and, going
up to her old home she put her hand upon the latch of the door
and, behold, it yielded! She had no sooner crossed the threshold
than she was in her mother’s arms. The first greeting she had
from her mother was this: ‘My dear, this door has never been
fastened since you went away.’” (Text.)
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