I have gone to the church at six o'clock in the evening to hold
a prayer meeting before preaching, and have never gone outside
the door till six next morning.
When we did go in for salvation we didn't play, but went in.
God converted sinners, reclaimed backsliders, and sanctified and
The Baptists fought a little. They were very firmly fixed.
Once in grace, always in grace, no matter what you say or do.
But with all the opposition, God's chariot rolled on; and many of
them were brought to realize the power of Jesus, andwere saved
fully. Glory to Jesus.
How well I remember Brother Sharper, one of our old local
preachers. He was a man of more than ordinary intelligence,
and good, broad, common sense. He was one of the best local
preachers we had. He had a nice, comfortable, little home of his
own, and a very nice wife and baby boy. When I first held my
Bible readings Brother Sharper became very much interested in
the subject of holiness. The Holy Spirit convicted him of his
need of a clean heart. He was a man of high moral character and
Christian integrity, and stood high in the community and the
When the Spirit of God got hold of his conscience, he did like
so many; he began to reason with himself: " I know I am convicted,
and I have been a Christian all these years, and I will just go on
growing in grace, and purity will come."
But, poor man, he had it wrong end first! The very best chance
for growing in grace, really and successfully, is to get the cleans¬
ing and all obstruction to growth out. As the Psalmist suggests:
"The clean heart, then the teaching of transgressors Thy way."
The Psalmist had it right. Praise the Lord.
Poor Brother Sharper used to come to the Bible readings, but
all at once I missed him. He didn't come. I would call around
at his house and have a little chat. I didn't bore him. He was
always glad to see me, and always had a good reason for not com¬
ing to the meeting.
He was a most inveterate smoker, but he never let me see him
with his pipe in his mouth. He was much of a gentleman in his
bearing. On Sunday I had been calling on some friends on the
next street; on my way home I called in, and there was Brother
Sharper in his nice little home, all alone, his Bible on a chair by