It is "in season and out of season," here, there, and
everywhere, if we are to get hold of the men who don't go near the
churches or even the missions.
One night while holding an outdoor meeting on the Bowery at Bleecker
Street, I was speaking along the line of drink and the terrible curse it
was, how it made men brutes and all that was mean, telling about the
prodigal and how God saved him and would save to the uttermost. There
were quite a number of men around listening.
The meeting ended and we had given all an invitation to come into the
Mission. One young man, well dressed, came up to me and, taking my hand,
said he believed every word I said. I saw at a glance he was not of the
Bowery type. I got to talking to him and asked him into the Mission. He
said he had never been into a place like that in his life and did not
take any stock in them, but my talk had interested him. He could not
understand how I had given up such a life as I said I had led and had
not taken a drink in sixteen years. I said I had not done this in my own
strength, but that God had helped me win out, and that God would help
any one that wanted to be helped.
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