<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2>
<h3>MIGHTY TO SAVE</h3>
<div class='cap'>RETURNING to London when sufficiently recovered
to resume my studies, the busy life of hospital and
lecture-hall was resumed; often relieved by happy Sundays
of fellowship with Christian friends, especially in London or
Tottenham. Opportunities for service are to be found in
every sphere, and mine was no exception. I shall only
mention one case now that gave me great encouragement
in seeking conversion even when it seemed apparently
hopeless.</div>
<p><span class="smcap">God</span> had given me the joy of winning souls before, but
not in surroundings of such special difficulty. With <span class="smcap">God</span>
all things are possible, and no conversion ever takes place
save by the almighty power of the <span class="smcap">Holy Ghost</span>. The
great need, therefore, of every Christian worker is to <i>know</i>
<span class="smcap">God</span>. Indeed, this is the purpose for which He has given
us eternal life, as our <span class="smcap">Saviour</span> Himself says, in the oft
misquoted verse, John xvii. 3: "This is [the object of]
life eternal, [not <i>to</i> know but] that they <i>might</i> know Thee
the only true <span class="smcap">God</span>, and <span class="smcap">Jesus Christ</span>, whom Thou hast
sent." I was now to prove the willingness of <span class="smcap">God</span> to
answer prayer for spiritual blessing under most unpromising
circumstances, and thus to gain an increased acquaintance
with the prayer-answering <span class="smcap">God</span> as One "mighty to save."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>A short time before leaving for China, it became my duty
daily to dress the foot of a patient suffering from senile
gangrene. The disease commenced, as usual, insidiously,
and the patient had little idea that he was a doomed man,
and probably had not long to live. I was not the first to
attend to him, but when the case was transferred to me, I
naturally became very anxious about his soul. The family
with whom he lived were Christians, and from them I
learned that he was an avowed atheist, and very antagonistic
to anything religious. They had, without asking his consent,
invited a Scripture reader to visit him, but in great passion
he had ordered him from the room. The vicar of the district
had also called, hoping to help him; but he had spit in his
face, and refused to allow him to speak to him. His
passionate temper was described to me as very violent,
and altogether the case seemed to be as hopeless as could
well be imagined.</p>
<p>Upon first commencing to attend him I prayed much
about it; but for two or three days said nothing to him
of a religious nature. By special care in dressing his
diseased limb I was able considerably to lessen his sufferings,
and he soon began to manifest grateful appreciation
of my services. One day, with a trembling heart, I took
advantage of his warm acknowledgments to tell him what
was the spring of my action, and to speak of his own
solemn position and need of <span class="smcap">God</span>'s mercy through <span class="smcap">Christ</span>.
It was evidently only by a powerful effort of self-restraint
that he kept his lips closed. He turned over in bed
with his back to me, and uttered no word.</p>
<p>I could not get the poor man out of my mind, and
very often through each day I pleaded with <span class="smcap">God</span>, by His
<span class="smcap">Spirit</span>, to save him ere He took him hence. After dressing
the wound and relieving his pain, I never failed to say a
few words to him, which I hoped the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> would bless.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</SPAN></span>
He always turned his back to me, looking annoyed, but
never spoke a word in reply.</p>
<p>After continuing this for some time, my heart sank. It
seemed to me that I was not only doing no good, but perhaps
really hardening him and increasing his guilt. One day,
after dressing his limb and washing my hands, instead of
returning to the bedside to speak to him, I went to the door,
and stood hesitating for a few moments with the thought in
my mind, "Ephraim is joined to his idols; let him alone."
I looked at the man and saw his surprise, as it was the first
time since speaking to him that I had attempted to leave
without going up to his bedside to say a few words for my
<span class="smcap">Master</span>. I could bear it no longer. Bursting into tears,
I crossed the room and said, "My friend, whether you
will hear or whether you will forbear, I <i>must</i> deliver <i>my</i>
soul," and went on to speak very earnestly to him, telling
him with many tears how much I wished that he would let
me pray with him. To my unspeakable joy he did not
turn away, but replied, "If it will be a relief to you, do."
I need scarcely say that I fell on my knees and poured
out my whole soul to <span class="smcap">God</span> on his behalf. I believe the
<span class="smcap">Lord</span> then and there wrought a change in his soul.</p>
<p>He was never afterwards unwilling to be spoken to and
prayed with, and within a few days he definitely accepted
<span class="smcap">Christ</span> as his <span class="smcap">Saviour</span>. Oh the joy it was to me to see
that dear man rejoicing in hope of the glory of <span class="smcap">God</span>!
He told me that for forty years he had never darkened the
door of church or chapel, and that then—forty years ago—he
had only entered a place of worship to be married,
and could not be persuaded to go inside when his wife was
buried. Now, thank <span class="smcap">God</span>, his sin-stained soul, I had every
reason to believe, was washed, was sanctified, was justified,
in the Name of the <span class="smcap">Lord Jesus Christ</span> and in the <span class="smcap">Spirit</span>
of our <span class="smcap">God</span>. Oftentimes, when in my early work in China<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</SPAN></span>
circumstances rendered me almost hopeless of success, I
have thought of this man's conversion, and have been
encouraged to persevere in speaking the Word, whether
men would hear or whether they would forbear.</p>
<p>The now happy sufferer lived for some time after this
change, and was never tired of bearing testimony to the
grace of <span class="smcap">God</span>. Though his condition was most distressing,
the alteration in his character and behaviour made the
previously painful duty of attending him one of real pleasure.
I have often thought since, in connection with this
case and the work of <span class="smcap">God</span> generally, of the words, "He
that goeth forth <i>weeping</i>, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless
come again rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."
Perhaps if there were more of that intense distress for
souls that leads to tears, we should more frequently see the
results we desire. Sometimes it may be that while we are
complaining of the hardness of the hearts of those we
are seeking to benefit, the hardness of our own hearts,
and our own feeble apprehension of the solemn reality of
eternal things, may be the true cause of our want of
success.</p>
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