hman--I thought he was an Irishman, because I met
him in Ireland--and he wants to preach. Let him preach at the
meetings--try him, and if he fails, I will take him off your hands when
I come home." When I got home--I remember it was on Saturday morning--I
said to my wife: "Did that young man preach at the meetings?" "Yes."
"How did they like him?" "They liked him very much," she replied: "He
preaches a little different from you; he preaches that God loves
sinners." I had been preaching that God hated sinners; that he had been
standing behind the sinners with a double-bladed sword, ready to cut the
heads of the sinners off. So I concluded if he preached different from
me, I would not like him. My prejudice was up. Well, I went down to the
meeting that night, and saw them coming in with their Bibles with them.
I thought it was curious. It was something strange to see the people
coming in with Bibles, and listen to the flutter of the leaves. The
young man gave out his text, saying: "Let us turn to the third chapter
of John, and sixteenth verse: 'For God so loved the world that He gave
His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish,
but have everlasting life.'" He didn't divide up the text at all. He,
went from Genesis to Revelation, giving proof that God loved the sinner,
and before he got through two or three of my sermons were spoiled. I
have never preached them since.

The following day--Sunday--there was an immense crowd flocking into the
hall, and he said, "Let us turn to the third chapter of John, sixteenth
verse: 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting
life;'" and he preached the fourth sermon from this verse. He just
seemed to take the whole text and throw it at them, to prove that God
loved the sinner, and that for six thousand years he had been trying to
convince the world of this. I thought I had never heard a better sermon
in my life. It seemed to be new revelation to all. Ah, I notice there
are some of you here who remember those times; remember those nights. I
got a new idea of the blessed Bible. On Monday night I went down and the
young man said, "Turn to the third chapter of John, sixteenth verse;"
and he seemed to preach better than ever. Proof after proof was quoted
from Scripture to show how God loved us. I thought sure he had exhausted
that text, but on Tuesday he took his Bible in his