Bible Truths Illustrated by J. C. Ferdinand Pittman

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BIBLE TRUTHS ILLUSTRATED
Christ, and, I would add, the return of Christ.— Chicago
Standard.
113. An aged sailor, who had long known the Lord, when in
his dying illness he was visited by the pastor, who asked, "My
friend, do you feel that you love the Lord Jesus?" said: "Oh,
yes, sir, I have loved Him many years. But I can tell you
something better than that—He loves me."
114. A missionary spoke of the love of God as manifested in
the atonement. He addressed a young, pious negro woman with
this enquiry, "Mary, is not the love of Christ wonderful?" She
smilingly, yet sublimely, replied, "Massa, me no t'ink it so wonderful,
'cause it's just like Him."
115. Some years ago a woman delivered a lecture in Lancashire
against Christianity, in which she declared that the
Gospel narrative of the life of Christ is a "myth." One of the
mill-hands who listened to her obtained leave to ask a question.
"The question," said he, "I want to ask the lady is this: 'Thirty
years ago I was a curse to this town, and everybody shrank
from me that had any respect for himself. I often tried to do
better, but could not succeed. The teetotalers got hold of me,
but I broke the pledge so often that they said it was no use
trying me any longer. Then the police got hold of me, and I
was taken before the magistrate, and the wardens of the prison
all tried me in vain. Then Christ took hold of me, touched my
heart, and made me a new man. And now I am an honored and
respected fellow-worker in gospel and Sunday-school work with
many dear to me. And I ask, if Christ is a myth, how comes it
to pass that that myth is stronger than all the others put
together?'" The lady was silent. "Nay, miss," said he, "say
what you will, the gospel is the power of God unto salvation."
Anti-infidel.
116. A despondent young man, wearied with repeated failure
in his life, flung himself on a lawn near a fountain. As its jet
of spray leaped into the basin, he said to himself, "That is like
my life : I make good resolutions, rise for awhile from sin, and
then fall back." Then he looked at a soft, fleecy, pure white
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