Grace." He
received word almost instantly that the chief justice had been deeply
impressed, and that as a matter of fact he was waiting for years for
some one to speak to him. The letter moved him and the little book
gave him the instructions needed. To-day he is one of the brightest
Christians I know. His face is a benediction. He said to me one day
that it was a wonderful thing to be a Christian; that he never allowed
any one to meet him that he did not talk with him about his soul. Are
there not hundreds and thousands of other men waiting, as the chief
justice waited, for some one to speak or write?

3. There must be a personal consecration not only to Christ but to the
work if we would be successful. The biography of Helen Kellar
[Transcriber's note: Keller?], who was released from her imprisonment
by the devotion of her teacher, is an illustration along this line.
This teacher must go to this girl sitting in darkness and describe to
her the commonest objects of every-day life. She told her about water,
heat and cold and when something hurt her she told her with the
language of touch that she loved her and Helen Kellar [Transcriber's
note: Keller?] answered back, "I love you, too." The devotion of this
teacher brought this noble soul to light and power. A work like this
awaits many of us in bringing the lost to Christ.

When Elisha went down to raise the Shunammite's boy he put his eyes to
the eyes of the boy, his hands to the boy's hands and his mouth to his
mouth. Something like this we must do. We have friends who possess
eyes and see not, we must have eyes for them; they have lips and speak
not, we must speak to God for them; they have hands and reach them not
out after God, and we must have faith for them. In other words, we
must not let them go away from Christ. Such a spirit as this pleases
God and such a spirit saves our friends. A friend told me that with
the ship's surgeon of a vessel he once crossed the sea. He said the
doctor told him that one day a boy fell overboard and was rescued but
the case seemed hopeless. The ship's surgeon casually passing along
the deck said to those who labored with him, "I think you can do
nothing more; you have done all that is possible," and then curiosity
led him to look at the boy for himself. Instantly his whole spirit was
changed. He blew into his nostrils, breathed into his mouth, begged
God to spare him, labored for four hours with him before he co