hy don't you love Jesus?" and he threw
down his pen in despair, and went out of his office, but he could not
get rid of the question; it was asked by a still small voice within,
and as he walked along it seemed as if the very ground and the very
heavens whispered to him, "Why don't you love Jesus?" At last he went
home, and there it seemed as if his own children asked him the
question, so he said to his wife, "I will go to bed early to-night,"
thinking to sleep it away; but when he laid his head on the pillow it
seemed as if the pillow whispered it to him. So he got up about
midnight, and said, "I can find out where Christ contradicts Himself,
and I'll search it out and prove Him a liar." Well, the man got up,
and turned to the Gospel of John, and read on from the beginning until
he came to the words, "God so loved the world, that He gave His only
begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
have everlasting life." What love! he thought; and at last the old
infidel's heart was stirred. He could find no reason for not loving
Jesus, and down he went on his knees and prayed, and before the sun
rose the old infidel was in the kingdom of God.

I will challenge any one on the face of the earth to find any reason
for not loving Christ. It is only here on earth men think they have a
reason for not doing so. In heaven they know Him, and they shout,
"Worthy is the Lamb that was slain." Oh, sinner, if you knew Him you
would have no wish to find a reason for not loving Him. He is "the
chiefest among ten thousand, and altogether lovely." I can imagine a
good many saying, "I should like very much to become a Christian, and
I should like to know how I can come to Him, and be saved."

COME TO HIM AS A PERSONAL FRIEND.

For twenty years I have made this a rule. Christ is just as habitually
near, as personally present to me as any other person living; and when
I have any troubles, trials, and afflictions, I go to Him with them.
When I want counsel I go to Him, just as if I could talk face to face
with Him. Twenty years ago God met me one night and took me to His
bosom, and I would sooner give up my life to-night than give up
Christ, or that I should leave Him, or that He should leave me, and
that I should have no one to bear my burdens, or tell my sorrows to.
Why, He is worth more than all the world beside; and to-night He will
have compassion upon you as He had upon me. I tried for weeks to find
a way to Him,