Moody's Stories: Being a Second Volume of Anecdotes, Incidents, and IllustrationsMoody, Dwight Lyman
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Moody's Stories: Being a Second Volume of Anecdotes, Incidents, and Illustrations
Moody, Dwight Lyman
Homiletical illustrations
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 that
when he got into his cell, he believed that he had to reap what he
sowed.
The Motherless Child
Once I heard of a little sick child, whose mother was seriously ill;
and so, in order that she might have quiet, and that the sick child
might be no trouble to her, the little one was taken away to a
friend's house, and placed in charge of a kind lady for a time. The
mother grew worse, and at length died. The father said:
"We'll not trouble the child about it; she is too young to remember
her mother; just let her remain where she is until the funeral is
over."
This was done, and in a few days the little girl was brought back to
the house. No mention was made of her mother, or of what had occurred;
but no sooner was she taken to the house than she ran first into one
room, then into another, into the parlor, the dining-room, and all
over the house, and then away into a little room where her mother used
to go to pray alone.
"Where is mother?" she cried. "I want mother!"
And when they were compelled to tell her what had happened, she cried
out:
"Take me away, take me away; I don't want to be here without mother."
It was the mother made it home to her. And so it is in heaven. It is
not so much the white robes, the golden crown, or the harps of gold,
but it is the society we shall meet there. Who, then, are there? What
company shall we have when we get there? Jesus is there, the Holy
Father is there, the Spirit is there--our Father, our elder Brother,
our Comforter.
Converted the Regular Way
I never yet knew a man converted just in the time and manner he
expected to be. I have heard people say, "Well, if ever I am
converted, it won't be in a Methodist church; you won't catch me
there." I never knew a man say that but, at last, if converted at all,
it was in a Methodist church.
In Scotland a man was converted at one of our meetings--an employer.
He was very anxious that all his employes should be reached, and he
used to send them one by one to the meetings. But there was one
employe that wouldn't come. We are all more or less troubled with
stubbornness; and the moment this man found that his employer wanted
him to go to the meetings, he made up his mind he wouldn't go. If he
was going to be converted, he said, he was going to be converted by
some ordained minister; he was not going to any meeting that was
conducted by unordained Americans. He believed in conversion, but he
was going to be converted the regular way. He believed in the regular
Presbyterian Church of Scotland, and that was the place for him to be
converted.
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