The Titanic's Last Hero by Moody Adams Page B

hand, that my sins were forgiven, and I was born of God. Jesus can speak the word of peace to a soul.
    In the after meeting, a dear brother who is now in glory came up to my wife and asked her if she was trusting Jesus. She said “no.” Then he spoke to her the Words of Life, but still she could not see the truth of salvation. He left speaking to her for a moment and turned to me and asked if I was saved. I said “yes,” and my wife nearly took a fit. “That’s not true!” she said. She thought I had just said so to get rid of the man. She could not understand how I could be saved, seeing no one had spoken to me or read the Bible to me. But the Spirit of God had spoken to me.
    The Christian brother asked me how long was it since I trusted Christ. I said, “When I raised my hand at the first meeting.” He then turned again to my wife and told her of his conversion. While telling her this, the light broke in, and she too was saved.
    Praise God for His wondrous love and grace! Both saved the same night! That is over nine years ago, and from that day to this, we have gone on our way, “kept by the power of God, through faith, unto salvation.” Three months afterwards, we were baptized on our confession of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ by Pastor Harper, received into fellowship, and have continued in fellowship with the church at Paisley Road since then.
    We have often thanked God that He led us to Paisley Road Baptist Church that night of August 10, 1902, and that he privileged us to have ever known Mr. Harper. How he watched over us, praying for us, feeding us “on the finest of the wheat and honey from the rock,” and carefully and wisely counseling us. We owe all we are, humanly speaking, to the inspiration that came from his consecrated life, and our only desire is to follow on to know the Lord, walking humbly and prayerfully before our God, so that He may be honored and glorified by our daily lives.
    Our hearts were stricken when we heard of his tragic end, and yet methinks he would rather have been taken away suddenly than lie on a bed with a lingering illness. He has now entered into his rest, and his works do follow him. But the memory of his life will be an inspiration to all who knew him, and his burning zeal, yearning passion, loyal devotion, and intense earnestness cannot but have left their stamp upon those who sat under his ministry.
    Farewell, dear pastor and father in the gospel, may your children seek to walk worthy of the vocation unto which they are called. May the truths you have so often preached bear fruit in their lives. May your example of holy abandonment to the will of God draw others to follow—even as you have followed—Christ. And may your eyes even now rest on us all seeking to do the will of God and going on unto perfection. And yet it is not “farewell” but only “good night.” A few more days, and then we’ll all meet to part no more in that land of song and joy, where there are no more partings, and no more tears, no more pain, and no more sorrow, no more death, and no more sin. Thank God, no more sin.
    Until the day dawns
    and the shadows flee away.
    Sleep on, beloved, sleep and take thy rest,
    Lay down thy head upon thy Savior’s breast,
    We loved thee well—but Jesus loves thee best,
    Goodnight. Good night. Good night.
    “They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament, and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever” (Daniel 12:3).
    —P.C.M.
     
    A DRUNKARD FOUND DELIVERANCE
    Testimony #2
    As a brand plucked from the burning, I am thankful to God for His longsuffering and mercy, in that He did not cut me off in my sins. I had gone about as far as a man could go in the pleasures and follies of sin in drinking and gambling, and had on several occasions broken up my home and well-nigh ruined my business. It was while I was thus running on in my wild career that I was apprehended by the grace of God.
    On Saturday night, November