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
After the meeting was over I went to her and asked her what the
trouble was.
She said, "Oh, Mr. Moody, this has been the most miserable week of my
life."
I asked her if there was any one with whom she had had trouble and
whom she could not forgive.
She said, "No, not that I know of."
"Well, did you tell your friends about having found the Saviour?"
"Indeed I didn't. I have been all the week trying to keep it from
them."
"Well," I said, "that is the reason why you have no peace."
She wanted to take the crown, but did not want the cross. My friends,
you must go by the way of Calvary. If you ever get peace and joy you
must get it at the foot of the cross.
"Why," she said, "if I should go home and tell my infidel husband that
I had found Christ, I don't know what he would do. I think he would
turn me out."
"Well," I said, "go out."
She went away, promising that she would tell him, timid and pale, but
she did not want another wretched week. She was bound to have peace.
The next night I gave a lecture to men only, and in the hall there
were eight thousand men and one solitary woman. When I got through and
went into the inquiry meeting I found this lady with her husband. She
introduced him to me (he was a doctor and a very influential man),
and said:
"He wants to become a Christian."
I took my Bible and told him all about Christ, and he accepted Him. I
said to her after it was all over:
"It turned out quite differently from what you expected, didn't it?"
"Yes," she replied; "I was never so scared in my life. I expected he
would do something dreadful, but it has turned out so well."
She took God's way, and got the joy and peace she sought.
How to Settle the Theater Question
A lady came to me once and said, "Mr. Moody, I wish you would tell me
how I can become a Christian." The tears were rolling down her cheeks,
and she was in a very favorable mood. "But," she said, "I don't want
to be one of your kind."
"Well," I asked, "have I got any peculiar kind? What is the matter
with my Christianity?"
"Well," she said, "my father was a doctor, and had a large practice,
and he used to get so tired that he used to take us to the theater.
There was a large family of girls, and we had tickets for the theaters
three or four times a week. I suppose we were there a good deal
oftener than we were in church. I am married to a lawyer, and he has a
large practice. He gets so tired that he takes us out to the theater,"
and she said, "I am far better acquainted with the theater and theater
people than with the church and church people, and I don't want to
give up the theater."
"Well," I said, "did you ever hear me say anything about theaters?
There have been reporters here every day for all the different papers,
and they are giving my sermons verbatim in one paper. Have you ever
seen anything in the sermons against the theaters?"
She said, "No."
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