Faithfulness Reciprocated – Dwight Lyman Moody

I was seventeen years old when I went to Boston. On Sunday I went into a Bible-class in one of the churches. I had been there but a few Sundays before that teacher came down into the shoe-store where I was engaged, and put his hand on my shoulder, and spoke to me about my soul. He was the first man that ever spoke to me about my soul. He shed tears. I forget now what he: said, but I never will forget the pressure of his hand and those tears. Seventeen years rolled away, and one dark, rainy night I was speaking in Worcester; a young man, after the meeting, came up the aisle and said to me, “I have heard my father speak of you, so after that I thought I would like to become acquainted with you.” “Who is your father?” “Edward Kemble.” My old teacher! The thought passed across my mind, “Oh, if I could do for his son what he did for me.” I put my hand on his shoulder, and said, “Henry, are you a Christian?” The tears started as he said, “No, sir; but would like to be.” Thank God for that! I preached Christ to him; but he could believe all that was in the Bible against sinners, like many others, but not what was for them Briefly, he believed at last, and comforted his dying mother with the knowledge of this fact. And his sister’s conversion followed.

(D. L. Moody.)