round once more. It
was poor policy. Sins, like serpents, breed quickly, and need to be
constantly watched.

The Wrong Physician

I heard once of a man who went to England from the Continent, and
brought letters with him to eminent physicians from the Emperor. The
letters said:

"This man is a personal friend of mine, and we are afraid he is going
to lose his reason. Do all you can for him."

The doctor asked him if he had lost any dear friend in his own
country, or any position of importance, or what it was that was
weighing on his mind.

The young man said: "No; but my father and grandfather and myself were
brought up infidels, and for the last two or three years this thought
has been haunting me, 'Where shall I spend eternity?' And the thought
of it follows me day and night."

The doctor said, "You have come to the wrong physician, but I will
tell you of One who can cure you"; and he told him of Christ, and read
to him the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah, "With His stripes we are
healed."

The young man said, "Doctor, do you believe that?"

The doctor told him he did, and prayed and wrestled with him, and at
last the clear light of Calvary shone on his soul. He had settled the
question in his own mind at last, where he would spend eternity.

I ask you, sinner, to settle if now. It is for you to decide. Shall it
be with the saints and martyrs and prophets, or in the dark caverns of
hell, amidst blackness and darkness forever? Make haste to be wise;
for "how shall we escape if we neglect so great salvation?"

Seeking the Lost

I remember, when we were in London, they found one old woman who was
eighty-five years old, and not a Christian. After the worker had
prayed, she made a prayer herself:

"O Lord, I thank Thee for going out of Thy way to find me."

He is all the time going out of His way to find the lost.

He Got Time To Think

I was once preaching on the text, "Be not deceived; God is not mocked;
for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." No sooner had I
read it than a man stood right up in the audience and said:

"I don't believe it."

I said: "My friend, that doesn't change the fact. Truth is truth,
whether you believe it or not; and a lie is a lie, whether you believe
it or not."

He didn't want to believe it. When the meeting broke up, an officer
was at the door to arrest him. He was tried and sent to the
penitentiary for twelve months for stealing. I really believe t