The Art of Soul-Winning by J.W. Mahood
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and then and there turned, as Charles Spurgeon has said, "the hogshead
into a Bethel," and won a soul for heaven. An Irish woman in a village was told about a strange man calling about her place, and affirmed he would not be kindly treated if he knocked at her door. Mr. Vassar, not knowing her feelings, came there in his visits, but the moment she saw he was the man--according to the description of him--she slammed the door in his face. He sat at once upon her doorstep and began to sing: "But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe." In a few weeks she wanted admission into the Protestant Church, and all her experience was, "Those drops of grief, those drops of grief; I could not get over them." See how men persevere to get rich or to gain political prestige! See how insurance agents, and book agents, and traveling men persevere in their efforts to convince men! They seek most favorable times, and then often go again and again. And shall we who win immortal souls be any less diligent? STUDY XIX. TENDERNESS. |
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