George Whitefield, friend of John...
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George Whitefield, friend of John Wesley, had a brother who at one time had been a devout Christian, but somehow had drifted away and become involved in the pleasures of sin. One day he heard his brother preach and the sermon deeply touched his heart. The next day he was sitting at tea with the devout Lady Huntingdon, when in the midst of the conversation, a pained look came upon Whitefield's face and he suddenly cried out, "I am a lost man!" "What did you say, Mr. Whitefield?" asked the startled lady.
"I said I am a lost man," said Whitefield.
"I'm glad of it," the lady answered.
"How can you say such a cruel thing?" asked Whitefield.
"I am glad of it," she said, "because it is written, 'The Son of Man came to seek and to save that which is lost.' " "What a wonderful Scripture," said the anguished Whitefield, "and how it comes to me with such force. Lady Huntingdon, I thank God for that Scripture and for you. I know now that he has forgiven me and will save me!" Whitefield walked out of the house rejoicing. He had not gotten out of the courtyard of the house when he fell ill to the ground and shortly thereafter died. (Reprinted from If Only That Horse Were A Member Of My Church, Charles W. Byrd, CSS Publishing Company, Lima, Ohio, 1988.) -- Runk
"I said I am a lost man," said Whitefield.
"I'm glad of it," the lady answered.
"How can you say such a cruel thing?" asked Whitefield.
"I am glad of it," she said, "because it is written, 'The Son of Man came to seek and to save that which is lost.' " "What a wonderful Scripture," said the anguished Whitefield, "and how it comes to me with such force. Lady Huntingdon, I thank God for that Scripture and for you. I know now that he has forgiven me and will save me!" Whitefield walked out of the house rejoicing. He had not gotten out of the courtyard of the house when he fell ill to the ground and shortly thereafter died. (Reprinted from If Only That Horse Were A Member Of My Church, Charles W. Byrd, CSS Publishing Company, Lima, Ohio, 1988.) -- Runk
