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Touching the Spot

When a man has broken his arm, the surgeon must find out the exact
spot where the fracture is. He feels along and presses gently with his
fingers.

"Is it there?"

"No,"

"Is it there?"

"No."

Presently, when the surgeon touches another spot, "Ouch!" says the
man.

He has found the broken part, and it hurts.

It is one thing to hear a man preach down other people's sins. Men
will say, "That is splendid," and will want all their friends to go
and hear the preacher. But let him touch on their individual sin, and
declare, as Nathan did to David, "Thou art the man," and they say, "I
do not like that." The preacher has touched a sore place.

The Little Boy and the Big Book

I like to think of Christ as a burden bearer.

A minister was one day moving his library upstairs. As he was going up
with a load of books, his little boy came in, and was very anxious to
help his father. So his father just told him to go and get an armful,
and bring them upstairs. When the father came back, he met the little
fellow about half-way up, tugging away at the biggest book in the
library. He couldn't manage to carry it up. It was too big. So he sat
down and cried.

His father found him, and just took him in his arms, book and all, and
carried him upstairs. So Christ will carry you and all your burdens,
if you will but let Him.

The Invitation to a Saloon Opening

They were going to have a great celebration at the opening of a saloon
and billiard hall in Chicago, in the northern part of the city, where
I lived. It was to be a gateway to death and to hell, one of the worst
places in Chicago. As a joke they sent me an invitation to go to the
opening. I took the invitation, and went down and saw the two men who
had the saloon, and I said:

"Is that a genuine invitation?"

They said it was.

"Thank you," I said; "I will be around, and if there is anything here
I don't like I may have something to say about it."

They said, "You are not going to _preach_, are you?"

"I may."

"We don't want you. We won't let you in."

"How are you going to keep me out?" I asked. "There is the
invitation."

"We will put a policeman at the door."

"What is the policeman going to do with that invitation?"

"We won't let you in."

"Well," I said, "I will be there."

I gave them a good scare, and then I said, "I will compromise the
matter; if you two men will get down here and let me pray with you,