The Art of Soul-WinningMahood, J. W. (John Wilmot)
Religion
The Art of Soul-Winning
Mahood, J. W. (John Wilmot)
Evangelistic work
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STUDY XV Knowledge of the Scripture 57
STUDY XVI Tact 60
STUDY XVII Earnestness 63
STUDY XVIII Perseverance 66
STUDY XIX Tenderness 69
STUDY XX Burden for Souls 72
STUDY XXI A Personal Pentecost 75
FOURTH WEEK--THE SOUL-WINNER'S METHODS.
"BY ALL MEANS."
STUDY XXII Direct Approach 81
STUDY XXIII Correspondence 85
STUDY XXIV Tracts and Books 88
STUDY XXV The Prayer List 91
STUDY XXVI Work Among Students 93
STUDY XXVII Meeting Objections 96
STUDY XXVIII No Effort in Vain 100
THE SOUL-WINNER'S MOTIVE.
"FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST."
STUDY I.
FOREWORD AND APPEAL.
Memory Verse: "And they that are wise shall shine as the brightness of
the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars
for ever and ever."--(Dan. xii, 3.)
Scripture for Meditation: Matt. vi, 19-23; Rev. iii, 14-22.
Fred B---- was a medical student. He was stricken, with that dreaded
scourge, consumption. The physicians advised a trip to the mountains.
During the first few months among the Rockies he improved rapidly, and
hope and ambition flamed anew; but it was only a brief respite from
suffering before the final collapse. Lying in a Denver hospital, he was
visited by some consecrated young people, who sang and prayed with him.
He yielded himself to Christ, and the peace of God filled his heart.
They brought him home to a little Iowa city to die. The day after his
arrival the pastor was summoned to his bedside, when the young man
related the circumstances of his conversion. The pastor said, "Then you
are not afraid to die?" "No," said he, "_not afraid, but not ready_."
When asked why he was not ready, he replied: "I have done nothing for my
Master. I have won no souls for him. Could I have six months more to
live that I might bring some souls to Jesus, and thus not go into his
presence empty-handed, I would be satisfied to die. _I am not afraid to
die, but not ready._" Just then the door of the room opened, and the
dying boy's father, an old, white-haired man who had been absent from
home and had not seen his son since his return, came in. The old man was
not a Christian. Then occurred a pathetic scene. The young man threw his
arms about his father's neck, and drew him down upon his knees at the
bedside, urged him to give himself to God, and then, with shortening
breath, uttered such a prayer of intercession as is seldom heard. The
old man sobbed aloud, yielded to Christ, declared his faith, and the
dying boy had won one soul for his Master. In a few hours he had gone
into the presence of the King; _but not empty-handed_.
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