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Because that's me! And so with the Gospel; we must say to those who have
sinned, the Gospel is offered to them.

A Child Looking for its Lost Mother.

A little child, whose mother was dying, was taken away to live with some
friends because it was thought she did not understand what death is. All
the while the child wanted to go home and see her mother. At last, when
the funeral was over, and she was taken home, she ran all over the
house, searching the sitting room, the parlor, the library, and the
bedrooms. She went from one end of the house to the other, and when she
could not find her mother, she wished to be taken back to where they
brought her from. Home had lost its attractions for the child when her
mother was not there. My friends, the great attraction in heaven will
not be its pearly gates, its golden streets, nor its choir of angels,
but it will be Christ. Heaven would be no heaven if Christ were not
there. But we know that He is at the right hand of the Father, and these
eyes shall gaze on Him by-and-by; and we shall be satisfied when we
awake with his likeness.

CHRIST SAVES.

Moody in Prison.

I have good news to tell you--Christ is come after you. I was at the
Fulton-street prayer-meeting, a good many years ago, one Saturday night,
and when the meeting was over, a man came to me and said, "I would like
to have you go down to the city prison to-morrow, and preach to the
prisoners. I said I would be very glad to go. There was no chapel in
connection with that prison, and I was to preach to them in their cells.
I had to stand at a little iron railing and talk down a great, long
narrow passageway, to some three or four hundred of them, I suppose, all
out of sight. It was pretty difficult work; I never preached to the bare
walls before. When it was over I thought I would like to see to whom I
had been preaching, and how they had received the gospel. I went to the
first door, where the inmates could have heard me best, and looked in at
a little window, and there were some men playing cards. I suppose they
had been playing all the while. "How is it with you here?" I said.
"Well, stranger, we don't want you to get a bad idea of us. False
witnesses swore a lie, and that is how we are here." "Oh," I said,
"Christ cannot save anybody here; there is nobody lost." I went to the
next cell. "Well, friend, how is it with you?" "Oh," said the prisoner,
"the man that did the deed looked very much like me, so t