He would
ask me about my work and we would have a little talk together.
LODGING-HOUSE MISSIONARY
One day I said, "Dr. Schauffler, do you know I'm a protege of the New
York City Mission?" He said, "I know it, and we have kept our eyes on
you for the last ten years, and have decided to make you Lodging-House
Missionary to the Bowery, if you accept."
Praise God! Wasn't it wonderful, after thirteen years of God's grace in
my life, to get such an appointment! Lodging-House Missionary--I
couldn't understand it! It struck me as being queer in this way; the man
who under God was the means of my salvation, who was a missionary when I
was converted, had resigned a few years after to become a minister, and
now here was Ranney, the ex-crook and drunk, being asked to take the
same position!
We don't understand God's ways and purposes; they are too wonderful for
us; but here I am on the Bowery, my old stamping-ground, telling the
story of Jesus and His love. And I don't believe there's a man in this
big world that has a greater story to tell of God's love and mercies
than I have. I'm writing this seventeen years after being saved, and
I'll still say it's a grand thing to be a Christian.
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