WINNING A SOUL TO CHRIST
WINNING A SOUL TO CHRIST
Jesse M. Hendley
Have you ever had the thrill of winning a soul to
Christ in an airplane 5,000 feet up in the air and
traveling 250 miles per hour? Have you had an
experience so definite and clear-cut that you had to
cry out in the depths of your soul, "This is God?"
Such an experience was granted me yesterday, the
Lord's Day, July 15, 1951. I can never forget that
date.
I was flying to Richmond to open a Union Evangelistic
Tent Campaign Sunday afternoon. My plane, a large DC
4, took off from the Atlanta airport at 7:40 A. M. and
arrived in Richmond at 11:40 A. M. just in time for
lunch and ample preparation for the afternoon service.
The plane made two stops en route--- at Charlotte and
at Raleigh. The seat beside me was unoccupied from
Atlanta to Charlotte, and when we landed, I left the
plane to get a little exercise before reboarding.
When the flight was called, I started back toward the
plane and a gentleman in front of me, a total
stranger, said, "Go on in ahead of me." I received
definite information (via the sense of smell) that the
man had been drinking and because he was bold and loud
I thought he might be drunk. I entered the plane,
found my seat, and picked up the book I had brought
along and resumed reading. I hoped earnestly that he
would find a seat elsewhere, for I do not like to
waste time listening to nonsense and noise pouring
from the mouth of a drunkard. Don't misunderstand me,
I will do anything possible to help a drunkard or
anyone else to find the Lord and live a better life.
But my experience has been that it is impossible to
get the Truth through the liquor-crazed mind of a man
while he is drunk. So I was relieved to see him go
forward in search for a seat.
To my consternation, he returned down the aisle, found
the seat beside me and sat down, buckling on his
safety belt! I immediately went back to my reading,
hoping he would not dist ...
Jesse M. Hendley
Have you ever had the thrill of winning a soul to
Christ in an airplane 5,000 feet up in the air and
traveling 250 miles per hour? Have you had an
experience so definite and clear-cut that you had to
cry out in the depths of your soul, "This is God?"
Such an experience was granted me yesterday, the
Lord's Day, July 15, 1951. I can never forget that
date.
I was flying to Richmond to open a Union Evangelistic
Tent Campaign Sunday afternoon. My plane, a large DC
4, took off from the Atlanta airport at 7:40 A. M. and
arrived in Richmond at 11:40 A. M. just in time for
lunch and ample preparation for the afternoon service.
The plane made two stops en route--- at Charlotte and
at Raleigh. The seat beside me was unoccupied from
Atlanta to Charlotte, and when we landed, I left the
plane to get a little exercise before reboarding.
When the flight was called, I started back toward the
plane and a gentleman in front of me, a total
stranger, said, "Go on in ahead of me." I received
definite information (via the sense of smell) that the
man had been drinking and because he was bold and loud
I thought he might be drunk. I entered the plane,
found my seat, and picked up the book I had brought
along and resumed reading. I hoped earnestly that he
would find a seat elsewhere, for I do not like to
waste time listening to nonsense and noise pouring
from the mouth of a drunkard. Don't misunderstand me,
I will do anything possible to help a drunkard or
anyone else to find the Lord and live a better life.
But my experience has been that it is impossible to
get the Truth through the liquor-crazed mind of a man
while he is drunk. So I was relieved to see him go
forward in search for a seat.
To my consternation, he returned down the aisle, found
the seat beside me and sat down, buckling on his
safety belt! I immediately went back to my reading,
hoping he would not dist ...
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